FRAU BEERMANN. No, and it is our good fortune that I am not. At
least, my good fortune.
BEERMANN. You call that good fortune? I might have expected
something different from you.
FRAU BEERMANN. No, sir, you did not. If you will be honest with
me, you will admit that. This many a year, we have been playing a
common farce. You acted the true Christian head of the family and
I the all-believing audience.
BEERMANN. How nice!
FRAU BEERMANN. Not nice but it's true. Perhaps the fault is not
entirely ours, for we learned it from our parents. You men are
supposed to impress us with your greatness and we women are to
stand by and admire.
BEERMANN. Do you find that impossible?
FRAU BEERMANN. Even the best Christian family principles must have
some foundation. What was I supposed to admire?
BEERMANN. You ask that now?
FRAU BEERMANN. Perhaps I gave it up sooner than others. But that
is due to our relationship. We were always together. Where is a
man to get pose and character enough to last him for twenty-four
hours every day?
BEERMANN. So that is about your conception of our married life?
FRAU BEERMANN. That is it exactly.
BEERMANN. And after all the years ...
FRAU BEERMANN. I acquired it rather early.
BEERMANN. Now, after twenty-six years you declare that you are
unhappy.
FRAU BEERMANN. No, Fritz, it has not led us to unhappiness.
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