[Spreta and Blochdrähn enter in waterproofs, sharing the same umbrella.
Alfred (annoyed). Why do you come bothering here? Surely you must see that such an interruption is most ill-timed.
Spreta (with a cutting laugh). We did gather that, Alfred. I came to see what you were about.
Alfred. Mopsa was simply sympathising with me over Little Mopsëman's disappearance—that was all.
Spreta. Sympathising and philandering, Alfred, are synonymous terms in the Norwegian Drama. And I may be allowed to observe that other people can philander if they're driven to it.
[Glances at Blochdrähn.
Mopsa (taking her umbrella quickly, to Blochdrähn). We seem to be somewhat de trop here. Suppose we withdraw?
[They do.
Spreta. Doesn't it strike you, Alfred, that all this morbid harping on that missing mongrel may be just a little monotonous—for a popular audience, I mean?
Alfred (gloomily). They'll have to sit through another Act and a half of it—that's all. I shall harp if I choose. I like harping. And you always detested Mopsëman. You said he ate too much, and had evil eyes.