Against the back wall is a gun-rack. All three
walls are decorated with bad pictures in gilt frames. Above the sofa
is a mirror with a heavily gilt rococo frame. On the left an ordinary
door leads into the hall. An open folding door at the back shows the
drawing-room, over-furnished in the same style of comfortless
ostentation. Two ladies, MRS. DREISSIGER and MRS. KITTELHAUS, the
Pastor's wife, are seen in the drawing-room, looking at pictures.
PASTOR KITTELHAUS is there too, engaged in conversation with
WEINHOLD, the tutor, a theological graduate._
KITTELHAUS
[_A kindly little elderly man, enters the front room, smoking and
chatting familiarly with the tutor, who is also smoking; he looks round
and shakes his head in surprise at finding the room empty._] You are
young, Mr. Weinhold, which explains everything. At your age we old
fellows held--well, I won't say the same opinions--but certainly opinions
of the same tendency. And there's something fine about youth--youth with
its grand ideals. But unfortunately, Mr. Weinhold, they don't last; they
are as fleeting as April sunshine. Wait till you are my age. When a man
has said his say from the pulpit for thirty years--fifty-two times every
year, not including saints' days--he has inevitably calmed down.
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