Yes, if he's afraid. I'm not! I've denounced quite a few already. [_Fixing his gaze keenly on MRS. WOLFF and her husband in turn._] And there are a few others whose time is coming. They'll run straight into my grip some day. These setters of snares needn't think that I don't know them. I know them very well. MRS. MOTES Have you been baking, perhaps, Mrs. Wolff? We're so tired of baker's bread. MRS. WOLFF I thought you was goin' to square your account. MRS. MOTES On Saturday, as I've told you, Mrs. Wolff. My husband has been appointed editor of the magazine "Chase and Forest." MRS. WOLFF Aha, yes. I know what that means. MRS. MOTES But if I assure you, Mrs. Wolff! We've moved away from the Kruegers already. MRS. WOLFF Yes, you moved because you had to. MRS. MOTES We had to? Hubby, listen to this!--[_She gives a forced laugh._]--Mrs. Wolff says that we had to move from Kruegers. MOTES [_Crimson with rage._] The reason why I moved away from that place? You'll find it out some day. The man is a usurer and a cutthroat! MRS. WOLFF I don't know nothin' about that; I can't say nothin' about that. MOTES I'm just waiting to get hold of positive proof. That, man had better be careful where I'm concerned--he and his bosom friend, Dr. Fleischer. The latter more especially. If I just wanted to say it--one word and that man would be under lock and key. [_From the beginning of his speech on he has gradually withdrawn and speaks the last words from without._ MRS. WOLFF I suppose the men got to quarrelin' again? MRS. MOTES [_Apparently confidential._] There's no jesting with my husband. If he determines on anything, he doesn't let go till it's done. And he stands very well with the justice.--But how about the eggs and the bread? MRS. WOLFF [_Reluctantly._] Well, I happen to have five eggs lyin' here. An' a piece o' bread. [_MRS. MOTES puts the eggs and the half of a loaf into her basket._] Are you satisfied now? MRS. MOTES Certainly; of course. I suppose the eggs are fresh? MRS. WOLFF As fresh as my chickens can lay 'em. MRS. MOTES [_Hastening in order to catch up with her husband._] Well, good-night. You'll get your money next Saturday. [_Exit._ MRS. WOLFF All right; that'll be all right enough! [_She closes the door and speaks softly to herself._] Get outta here, you! Got nothin' but debts with everybody around. [_Over her sauce-pan._] What business o' theirs is it what we eat? Let 'em spy into their own affairs. Go to bed, child! ADELAIDE Good night, mama. [_She kisses her._ MRS. WOLFF Well, ain't you goin' to kiss papa good-night? ADELAIDE Good night, papa. [_She kisses him, at which he growls. ADELAIDE, exit._ MRS. WOLFF You always gotta say that to her special! [_A pause._ JULIUS Why do'you go an' give the eggs to them people? MRS. WOLFF