_] Fellow, how dare you?
PFEIFER
He's too well off. He'll go dancing on the ice once too often, though.
BECKER
[_Recklessly._] You shut up, you Jack-in-the-box. Your mother must have
gone dancing once too often with Satan to have got such a devil for a
son.
DREISSIGER
[_Now in a violent passion, roars._] Hold your tongue this moment, sir,
or ...
[_He trembles and takes a fere steps forward._
BECKER
[_Holding his ground steadily._] I'm not deaf. My hearing's quite good
yet.
DREISSIGER
[_Controls himself, asks in an apparently cool business tone._] Was this
fellow not one of the pack...?
PFEIFER
He's a Bielau weaver. When there's any mischief going, they're sure to be
in it.
DREISSIGER
[_Trembling._] Well, I give you all warning: if the same thing happens
again as last night--a troop of half-drunken cubs marching past my
windows singing that low song ...
BECKER
Is it "Bloody Justice" you mean?
DREISSIGER
You know well enough what I mean. I tell you that if I hear it again I'll
get hold of one of you, and--mind, I'm not joking--before the justice he
shall go. And if I can find out who it was that made up that vile
doggerel .
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