_] By the Almighty, that was....
Oh, sure, sure--that was the ol' man.
HELEN
[_Jumps up, horrified and indignant. She crushes her napkin and flings it
on the table._] You are.... [_With a gesture of utter loathing._] Oh, you
are....
[_She withdraws swiftly._
KAHL
[_Violently breaking through the constraint which arises from his
consciousness of having committed a gross blunder._] Oh, pshaw!... It's
too dam' foolish! I'm goin' my own ways. [_He puts on his hat and says,
without turning back:_] Evenin'.
MRS. KRAUSE
[_Calls out after him._] Don' know's I c'n blame you, William. [_She
folds her napkin and calls_:] Miele! [_MIELE enters._] Clear the table!
[_To herself, but audibly._] Sich a goose!
HOFFMANN
[_Somewhat angry._] Well, mother, honestly, I must say....
MRS. KRAUSE
You go and...!
[_Arises; exits quickly._
MRS. SPILLER
Madame--m--has had a good many domestic annoyances to-day--m--. I will
now respectfully take my leave.
[_She rises, prays silently with upturned eyes for a moment and then
leaves._
_MIELE and EDWARD clear the table. HOFFMANN has arisen and comes to
the foreground. He has a toothpick in his mouth.
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