Hurry an' go up in the loft an' set your traps. BRUNO [_Slowly approaching the table._] Aw, that business ain't no good 'cept to starve on! When I goes to sell matches, I gets more outa it. PAULINE Good-bye, Mrs. John. MRS. JOHN [_Raging at her brother._] Are you goin' to leave me alone? BRUNO [_Knuckling under._] Aw, don' go on so. I'm leavin'. _Obediently he withdraws into the adjoining room. MRS. JOHN locks the door behind him with a determined gesture._ PAULINE That's a feller I wouldn't like to meet in the _Tiergarten_. Not by night an' not by day neither. MRS. JOHN If I sets Bruno on anyone an' he gets at him, God help him! PAULINE Good-bye. I don't like this here place. If you wants to see me again, Mrs. John, I'd rather meet you at a bench on the _Kreuzberg_. MRS. JOHN Pauline, I brought up Bruno with sorrow and trouble by day an' by night. An' I'll be twenty times better to your child. So when it's born, Pauline, I'll take it, an' I swears to you by my father an' mother what died in the Lord an' what I goes to visit the graves of out in Ruedersdorf one Sunday a year an' puts candles on 'em an' don' let nobody keep me back--I swears to you that little crittur'll live on the fat o' the land just like a born prince nor a born princess couldn't be treated no better. PAULINE I'm goin' and with my last penny I'm goin' to buy vitriol--I don' care who it hits! An' I'll throw it in the face o' the wench that he goes with ... I don' care who it hits ... right in the middle o' the mug. I don' care! It c'n burn up his fine-lookin' phiz! I don' care! It c'n burn off his beard an' burn out his eyes if he goes with other women! What did he do? Cheated me! Ruined me! Took my money! Robbed me o' my honour! That's what the damn' dog did--seduced me an' lied to me an' left me an' kicked me out into the world! I don' care who it hits! I wants him to be blind! I wants the stuff to burn his nose offa his face! I wants it to burn him offa the earth! MRS. JOHN Pauline, as I hopes to be happy hereafter, I tells you, from the minute where that there little one is born ... it's goin' to be treated like ... well, I don' know what!... as if it was born to be put in silks an' in satins. All you gotta do is to have some confidence--that's what! You just say: Yes. I got it all figgered out. It c'n be done, it c'n be done--that's what I tells you! An' no doctor an' no police an' no landlady don't has to know nothin'. An' then, first of all, you gets paid a hundred an' twenty crowns what I saved scrubbin' an' charrin' here for manager Hassenreuter. PAULINE I might strangle it when it's born, rather 'n sell it! MRS. JOHN Who's talkin' about sellin'? PAULINE Look at the frights an' the misery I've stood from October las' to this very day. My intended gives me the go; my landlady puts me out! They gives me notice at a lodgin's. What does I do that I has to be despised an' cursed an' kicked aroun'? MRS. JOHN