Hindes [calling after her]. But—the devil. Miss Ehrlich!
Lizzie [at the door]. I haven't a single moment to spare for the devil.
[She disappears.]
Hindes [grunts angrily, throws his crutch to the ground, places his books and his packages on a chair, and mumbles]. What mockery is this!
[Takes out a letter from his inside pocket and reads it over several times. Grunts again. Rests his head heavily upon his hands, and looks vacantly forward, as if deeply puzzled.]
Fanny [enters, embarrassed]. Good evening, Hindes!
Hindes [mumbles, without changing his position]. Good evening!
Fanny [looks at him in embarrassment, and begins to busy herself with the cloaks on the forms.]
Hindes [still in the same position. He taps his foot nervously. He soon ceases this, and speaks without looking at Fanny]. Miss Segal, will you permit me to see Berman's letter?
Fanny [with a nervous laugh]. That's a bit indiscreet—not at all like a cavalier.