DREISSIGER goes ill-humouredly and gives one or two violent
tugs at the broad embroidered bell-pull._
DREISSIGER
I wish you had been downstairs just now, Mr. Weinhold. You'd have gained
a little experience. Besides.... But now let us have our game of whist.
KITTELHAUS
By all means, sir. Shake off the dust and burden of the day, Mr.
Dreissiger; forget it in our company.
DREISSIGER
[_Has gone to the window, pushed aside a curtain, and is looking out.
Involuntarily._] Vile rabble!! Come here. Rosa! [_She goes to the
window._] Look ... that tall red-haired fellow there!...
KITTELHAUS
That's the man they call Red Becker.
DREISSIGER
Is he the man that insulted you the day before yesterday? You remember
what you told me--when John was helping you into the carriage?
MRS. DREISSIGER
[_Pouting, drawls._] I'm sure I don't know.
DREISSIGER
Come now, drop that offended air! I must know. I am thoroughly tired of
their impudence. If he's the man, I mean to have him arrested. [_The
strains of the Weavers' Song are heard._] Listen to that! Just listen!
KITTELHAUS
[_Highly incensed._] Is there to be no end to this nuisance? I must
acknowledge now that it is time for the police to interfere.
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