HOFFMANN
H-m! Do you think so ... ah ... yes ... I dare say--the miners....
LOTH
Not only the miners. Here, in the inn, where I stopped before I came to
you, there sat a fellow, for instance, this way.
[_He rests both elbows on the table, supports his head, with his
hands and stares at the table._
HOFFMANN
Really?
[_His embarrassment has now reached its highest point; MRS. KRAUSE
coughs; HELEN still commands KAHL with her eyes. His whole body
quivers with internal laughter, but he is still capable of enough
self-command not to burst out._
LOTH
I'm surprised that you don't know this, well, one might almost say, this
matchless example of his kind. It's the inn next door to your house. I
was told that the man is an immensely rich farmer of this place who
literally spends his days and years in the same tap-room drinking
whiskey. Of course he's a mere animal to-day. Those frightfully vacant,
drink-bleared eyes with which he stared at me!
[_KAHL, who has restrained himself up to this point, breaks out in
coarse, loud, irrepressible laughter, so that LOTH and HOFFMANN, dumb
with astonishment, stare at him._
KAHL
[_Stammering out through his laughter.
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