My wife
assures me that if Wolff doesn't come she has to hire two women in her
place.--Her opinions aren't half bad either.
MOTES
She wants her daughters to go on the operatic stage....
WEHRHAHN
Oh, of course, she may have a screw loose in that respect. But that's no
fault of character. What have you hanging there, Mr. Motes?
MOTES
They're some wire snares. I'm taking them to the forester Seidel.
WEHRHAHN
Do let me see one of those things. [_He takes one and looks at it
closely._] And in these things the poor beasts are slowly throttled to
death.
_MRS. WOLFF enters, followed by MITTELDORF. She is drying her hands,
which are still moist from the wash tub._
MRS. WOLFF
[_Unembarrassed, cheerfully, with a swift glance at the snares._] Here I
am. What's up now? What'm I bein' wanted for?
WEHRHAHN
Mrs. Wolff, is this gentleman known to you?
MRS. WOLFF
Which one of 'em? [_Pointing with her finger at KRUEGER._] This here,
this is Mr. Krueger. I guess I know him all right. Good mornin', Mr.
Krueger.
WEHRHAHN
Your daughter is in Mr. Krueger's service?
MRS. WOLFF
Who? My daughter? That's so--Leontine. [_To KRUEGER._] But then, she run
away from you, didn't she?
KRUEGER
[_Enraged.
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