She looks up from
her work for a moment and listens, as the sound of a funeral hymn
sung by school-children is heard in the distance._
_WIEGAND, the joiner, in his working clothes, is sitting at the same
table, with a glass of Bavarian beer before him. His face shows that
he understands what the world requires of a man if he is to attain
his ends--namely, craftiness, swiftness, and relentless pushing
forward._
_A COMMERCIAL TRAVELLER is seated at the pillar-table, vigorously
masticating a beef-steak. He is of middle height, stout and
thriving-looking, inclined to jocosity, lively, and impudent. He is
dressed in the fashion of the day, and his portmanteau, pattern-case,
umbrella, overcoat, and travelling rug lie on chairs beside him._
WELZEL
[_Carrying a glass of beer to the TRAVELLER, but addressing WIEGAND._]
The devil's broke loose in Peterswaldau to-day.
WIEGAND
[_In a sharp, shrill voice._] That's because it's delivery day at
Dreissiger's.
MRS. WELZEL
But they don't generally make such an awful row.
WIEGAND
It's may be because of the two hundred new weavers that he's going to
take on.
MRS.
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