MRS. BAUER. What's the matter with you! You oughta spoke up and told the judge just how it all happened.
BAUER. I said to myself; I'll go home and put a bullet through my head—that's the best thing for me now.
MRS. BAUER. [With impatient unbelief.] Ach, Fritz, Fritz!
[Clatter of feet.
CHORUS OF VOICES. [At the outer door.] Who killed the cat! Who killed the cat!
[Bauer jumps up, pale and shaken with strange rage; she pushes him gently back into his chair, opens the door, steps out for a moment, then comes in and leaves the door open behind her.
BAUER. You see?... Even the kids ... I'm disgraced all over the place.
MRS. BAUER. So long as you didn't hurt the cat——
BAUER. What's the difference? Everybody believes it.
MRS. BAUER. No, they don't, Fritz.