Tell him--don't forget, now--tell him that I--send him my regards.

HANNE

Such foolishness. I might ha' thought ...!

WERMELSKIRCH

[_Passing her with a slight bow._] Thoughts are free ... I wish you a
good morning.

[_Exit._

HANNE

[_Alone, washing vigorously._] If only Henschel wasn't such a fool!

_Above the cellar, outside, the pedlar FABIG, kneeling down, looks in
at the window._

FABIG

Good mornin', young woman! How are you? How's everythin'?

HANNE

Who are you anyhow?

FABIG