WOLFF
Concerns you--rot! That don't concern you at all. That's my business an'
not yours. You ain't no man at all; you're nothin' but an old
woman!--Here you got some change. Now hurry an' get out o' here. Go over
to Fiebig and take a drink. I don't care if you have a good time all day
Sunday. [_A knocking is heard._] Come right in! Come right in, any one
that wants to!
_DR. FLEISCHER enters, leading his little son of five by the hand.
FLEISCHER is twenty-seven years old. He wears one of the Jaeger
reform suits. His hair, beard and moustache are all coal-black. His
eyes are deep-set; his voice, as a rule, gentle. He displays, at
every moment, a touching anxiety for the child._
MRS. WOLFF
[_Jubilantly._] Lord! Is little Philip comin' to see us once more! Now,
ain't that fine? Now I really feel proud o' that! [_She gets hold of the
child and takes off his overcoat._] Come now an' take off your coat. It's
warm back here an' you ain't goin' to be cold.
FLEISCHER
Mrs. Wolff, there's a draught. I believe there's a draught.
MRS. WOLFF
Oh, he ain't so weak as all that. A bit o' draught, ain't goin' to hurt
this little feller!
FLEISCHER
Oh, but it will, I assure you.
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