"Herr Moritz, will you tell me by what right you force yourself into our house, and surprise us like a street-thief in our peaceful dwelling?
But no! you need not tell me, I will not listen to you.

Those who permit themselves to enter our room unasked and unwelcomed--I will have nothing to say to them.

Leave! there is the door! Out with you, off the threshold!" With calm demeanor, Moritz now approached Fran von Werrig, demanding her pardon, saying: "You see, madame, that I am not so unwelcome here, therefore you will be obliged to let me remain." "Yes, that she will," sneered Trude, outside the door.

"It will be difficult for her to send him off so long as I am unwilling." "No, I will not permit it.

We have nothing to do with each other.