Mrs. Borowski. Just wait and see, pet, when you are old you will think of it again.
Antoinette. Not all people grow to be as old as you, dear Mrs. Borowski.
Laskowski (has partaken freely of the wine). Dearie, you'll grow as old as the hills! I can prophesy that much. Haven't you the finest kind of a time!
Antoinette. I?... Of course!
Laskowski (garrulously). What do you lack!... Nuthin'!... Children's what you lack!
Antoinette (looks at him sharply). Never mind, please!
Laskowski (abashed). Well, well, don't put on so, dearie!
Mrs. von Tiedemann (to Paul). Have you any children, Doctor?
Paul. No, I'm sorry to say, madam.
Mr. von Tiedemann (to his wife). We're better off in that respect, Bess, aren't we? Three lusty bairns!