_] Their backs are up to-day, an'
no mistake.
HORNIG
[_To OLD BAUMERT, who is preparing to go._] What in the name of Heaven
are they up to, Baumert?
BAUMERT
They're goin' to Dreissiger's to make him add something on to the pay.
WELZEL
And are you joining in these foolish goings on?
OLD BAUMERT
I've no choice, Welzel. The young men may an' the old men must.
[_Goes out rather shamefacedly._
HORNIG
It'll not surprise me if this ends badly.
WELZEL
To think that even old fellows like him are goin' right off their heads!
HORNIG
We all set our hearts on something!
END OF THE THIRD ACT
THE FOURTH ACT
_Peterswaldau.--Private room of DREISSIGER, _the fustian
manufacturer--luxuriously furnished in the chilly taste of the first
half of this century. Ceiling, doors, and stove are white, and the
wall paper, with its small, straight-lined floral pattern, is dull
and cold in tone. The furniture is mahogany, richly-carved, and
upholstered in red. On the right, between two windows with crimson
damask curtains, stands the writing-table, a high bureau with falling
flap. Directly opposite to this is the sofa, with the strong-box;
beside it; in front of the sofa a table, with chairs and easy-chairs
arranged about it.
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