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Mother Hollunder
He is better off, the poor fellow, and so are you.
Marie
Much better, Julie . . . you are young . . . and one of these days some good man will come along. Am I right?
Wolf
She's right.
Marie
Julie, tell me, am I right?
Julie
You are right, dear; you are very good.
Young Hollunder
There's a good man—the carpenter. Oh, I can speak of it now. He comes here every day on some excuse or other—and he never fails to ask for you.
Marie
A widower—with two children.
Mother Hollunder
He's better off, poor fellow—and so are you. He was a bad man.
Marie
He wasn't good-hearted. Was he, Wolf?
