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[Gloomily, sitting and beating the table.] Yes, he knows, as surely as I am sitting here.

Then how can he possibly be a guest in that house?

[Shaking his head.] My son probably does not see things with my eyes. I'll take my oath he is on my enemies' side! No doubt he thinks, as they do, that Hinkel only did his confounded duty when he went and betrayed me.

But, my dear friend, who can have got him to see things in that light?

Who? Do you forget who has brought him up? First his aunt, from the time he was six or seven years old; and now, of late years, his mother!

I believe you are doing them an injustice.

[Firing up.] I never do any one injustice! Both of them have gone and poisoned his mind against me, I tell you!

[Soothingly.] Well, well, well, I suppose they have.