He speaks in what is almost a falsetto voice and carefully
cultivates a military brevity of expression._
WEHRHAHN
[_By the way, like one crushed by the weight of affairs._] Mornin'.
GLASENAPP
Servant, sir.
WEHRHAHN
Anything happened, Glasenapp?
GLASENAPP
[_Standing and looking through some papers._] I've got to report, your
honour--there was first, oh, yes,--the innkeeper Fiebig. He begs for
permission, your honour, to have music and dancing at his inn next
Sunday.
WEHRHAHN
Isn't that ... perhaps you can tell me. Fiebig? There was some one who
recently rented his hall...?
GLASENAPP
To the liberals. Quite right, your honour.
WEHRHAHN
This same Fiebig?
GLASENAPP
Yes, my lord.
WEHRHAHN
We'll have to put a check-rein on him for a while.
_The constable MITTELDORF enters._
MITTELDORF
Servant, my lord.
WEHRHAHN
Listen here: once and for all--officially I am simply the justice.
MITTELDORF
Yes, sir. As you wish, my--your honour, I meant to say.
WEHRHAHN
I wish you would try to understand this fact: my being a baron is purely
by the way. Is not, at all events, to be considered here. [_To
GLASENAPP._] Now I'd like to hear further, please.
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