Richly:
No. I'm sure of it.
Roger:
Must have been her daughter then.
Richly:
I'm irritated by this mischance. But I've amused myself long enough.
Open the door for me, will you?
Roger: (low)
Ouf! Now we've reached the crisis.
Richly:
What's the matter? Has something happened to my son?
Roger:
No, sir.
Richly:
Has someone stolen something in my absence?
Roger:
Not at all.
(Low)
What will I tell him?
Richly:
Explain everything. Speak.