BAUER. That's one sure thing.
MRS. BAUER. You oughtn't to give up like this.
BAUER. [Pounding on the table.] I tell you I can't hold up my head again.
MRS. BAUER. Why, Fritz?
BAUER. They've made me out guilty. The judge fined me. Fined me, Miene! How is that? Can a man stand for that? The woman said I told her myself—right out—that I did it.
MRS. BAUER. The woman that had you—[he winces as she hesitates] took?
BAUER. Damned——
MRS. BAUER. [Putting her hand over his mouth.] Hush, Fritz.
BAUER. Why will I hush, Miene? She said I was proud of the job. [Passionately raising his voice.] The damned interferin'——
MRS. BAUER. Don't holler, Fritz. It's your hollerin' that's made all this trouble.