Ah, you're
jesting. It isn't possible.
LOTH
You say: wretched? Yet there is a very unusual degree of wealth here.
HELEN
Oh, of course, in that respect....
LOTH
I've been continually astonished. I can assure you that such farms are
not to be found elsewhere; they seem literally steeped in abundance.
HELEN
You are quite right. There's more than one stable here in which the cows
and horses feed from marble mangers and racks of German silver! It is all
due to the coal which was found under our fields and which turned the
poor peasants rich almost in the twinkling of an eye. [_She points to the
picture in the background._] Do you see--my grandfather was a freight
carter. The little property here belonged to him, but he could not get a
living out of his bit of soil and so he had to haul freight. That's a
picture of him in his blue blouse; they still wore blouses like that in
those days. My father, when he was young, wore one too.--No! When I said
"wretched" I didn't mean that. Only it's so desolate here. There's
nothing, nothing for the mind. Life is empty ... it's enough to kill one.
_MIELE and EDWARD pass to and fro, busy laying the table to the right
in the background.
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