ANDREW.
Let me go, mother, before I lay hands on that fellow there—
[Exit in violent anger.]
FORESTER.
Never mind. Never mind! Keep quiet, woman.
[Rises.]
Good-day, Mr. Möller. You have left some money behind you, sir. Better take it, or I'll throw it after you.
[Steps to the window and whistles.]
MÖLLER.
You see, madam, it gives me pain to discharge my duty. I am going to
Godfrey.