I can
allow myself a quart extra in the week again.
WIEGAND
And supposin' this is all true, it still don't make me a receiver of
stolen goods.
HORNIG
No; perhaps the worst you do is to send in an account twice to the rich
fustian manufacturers, or to help yourself to a plank or two at
Dreissiger's when there's building goin' on and the moon happens not to
be shinin'.
WIEGAND
[_Turning his back._] Talk to any one you like, but not to me. [_Then
suddenly._] Hornig the liar!
HORNIG
Wiegand the coffin-jobber!
WIEGAND
[_To the rest of the company._] He knows charms for bewitching cattle.
HORNIG
If you don't look out, I'll try one of 'em on you.
[_WIEGAND turns pale._
MRS. WELZEL
[_Had gone out; now returns with the TRAVELLER'S coffee; in the act of
putting it on the table._] Perhaps you would rather have it in the
parlour, sir?
TRAVELLER
Most certainly not! [_With a languishing look at ANNA._] I could sit here
till I die.
_Enter a YOUNG FORESTER and a PEASANT, the latter carrying a whip.
They wish the others_ "Good Morning," _and remain standing at the
counter._
PEASANT
Two brandies, if you please.
WELZEL
Good-morning to you, gentlemen.
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