"And what?"
"And when—if you should be out of work any time—and when I am not earning much—then perhaps, perhaps—you will scold."
The tears come into her eyes.
"God forbid! God forbid!"
He forces his head out of her hands, and flings himself upon her parted lips.
———
"Plague take you altogether, head and hands and feet!" a voice comes from beneath the partition. "Honey-mooning, as I'm alive! There's no closing an eye—"
It is the husky, acidly-spiteful voice of Freude, the tatterdemalion.