[_Invisible, from the adjoining chamber, calls:_] Husband! Husband! What are you doin' out there?--the same mortal foolishness all the time! --[_She looks in, but half-clad._] Where are you? Come 'n go to bed! 'Tis time to sleep! To-morrow you won't be able to go out again! You'll be lyin' like a sack o' meal and everythin' 'll go upside down in the yard. [_She comes out, half-clad as she is, and approaches HENSCHEL hesitatingly and fearfully._] What are you doin', eh? HENSCHEL --Me? MRS. HENSCHEL Why are you sittin' there an' not sayin' a word? HENSCHEL I'm lookin' at the clouds. MRS. HENSCHEL Oh, no, my goodness; it's enough to confuse a person's head! What's to be seen up there, I'd like to know! The same worry, night after night. There's no rest in the world for nobody no more. What are you starin' at? Say somethin', won't you? HENSCHEL Up there!... That's where they are! MRS. HENSCHEL You're dreaming, eh? You, Wilhelm, wake up! Lay down in your bed an' go to sleep. There's nothin' but clouds up there! HENSCHEL Anybody that has eyes c'n see what there is! MRS. HENSCHEL An' anybody that gets confused in his mind goes crazy. HENSCHEL I'm not confused. MRS. HENSCHEL I'm not sayin' that you are! But if you go on actin' this way, you will be! [_She shivers, pulls on a jacket, and stirs the ashes in the oven with a poker._ HENSCHEL What time is it? MRS. HENSCHEL A quarter of two. HENSCHEL You've got a watch hangin' to you; it used to hang behind the door. MRS. HENSCHEL What fancies is you goin' to have next? 'Tis hangin' where it always did. HENSCHEL [_Rising._] I think I'll go over to the stables a bit. MRS. HENSCHEL I tells you to go to bed, or I'll raise an alarm. You got nothin' to do in the stable now! 'Tis night, an' in bed is where you belong! HENSCHEL [_Remains standing quietly and looking at HANNE._] Where's Gustel? MRS. HENSCHEL What are you botherin' for? She's lyin' in bed asleep! What are you always worritin' over the girl for? She don't lack for nothin'! I don't do nothin' to her! HENSCHEL She don't lack for nothin'. She's gone to bed. She's gone to sleep betimes--Gustel has. I don't mean Berthel. MRS. HENSCHEL [_Wailing, stuffs her apron into her mouth._] I'll run away! I won't stay here! HENSCHEL --Go to bed, go! I'll come too. Your cryin' can't help no more now. 'Tis our Lord alone knows whose fault it is. You can't help it; you don't need to cry.--Our Lord an' me--we two, we knows. _[He turns the key in the door._ MRS. HENSCHEL [_Hastily turning it back again._] Why d'you lock the door? I won't stand bein' locked in. HENSCHEL I don't rightly know why I turned the key. MRS. HENSCHEL