BEERMANN. Oh, what, nervous? I am over-worked and irritable. Every
single day, I have to prepare a new speech.
FRAU BEERMANN. Is it in that work that I disturbed you? Pardon me.
BEERMANN. Do you want anything?
FRAU BEERMANN. I just wanted to have a few serious words with you.
BEERMANN. But not necessarily at this moment. To-morrow or ...
EFFIE. [opening the glass door, calls in]. Oh, papa, did you
forget?
BEERMANN [uneasily]. Forget what?
EFFIE. [entering]. Weren't we to see the Indian dancer to-day?
BEERMANN. Well, it can't be done to-day.
EFFIE. That's a shame; I wanted so much to see her and to-night is
her last appearance.
BEERMANN. Then we will wait until the next one comes along.
EFFIE. I don't see why just we have to have this bad luck.
BEERMANN [with emphasis]. Because I have more important things to
do than to watch your hop, skip and jump.
EFFIE. [jolly]. Oh, aren't you cranky?
BEERMANN. I am not at all disposed for such nonsense.
EFFIE. [going over to the desk, picks up the volume of the
encyclopedia.] All this comes from your politics; now I will
simply confiscate your ammunition.
BEERMANN [excited]. Give me that book.
EFFIE. [jumping away]. No, no, papa, you will only get sick.
BEERMANN [shouts]. I forbid these stupid jokes. Put that book
down.
FRAU BEERMANN. What is the matter?
BEERMANN.
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