..
[_He leans back in his chair and stares at the ceiling as if
collecting his thoughts for the purpose of dictating._
LANGHEINRICH
[_Softly to DR. BOXER._] Look at Mrs. Fielitz, will you, Doctor? Eh?
Ain't she grown yellow as a lemon peel?--If only that thing don't go
crooked, I tell you. [_He shows to DR. BOXER, who wards him off with a
gesture, something secretly in his hollow hand._] D'you want to see
somethin'? Eh? That's a fuse, that's what.
DR. BOXER
[_Softly._] Where did you get that from?
LANGHEINRICH
It ain't me that knows! That might come from anywhere in the world. It
might even come from Fielitz's cellar. Yessir. Maybe you don't believe
that? An' if I wanted to be nasty, Doctor ...
WEHRHAHN
Private conversation is not permitted here.
MRS. FIELITZ
[_Tugs at LANGHEINRICH'S sleeve and asks softly:_] Didn't you meet
Leontine to-day? Where was it?
LANGHEINRICH
[_With a triumphant glance at SCHULZE._] Over in Woltersdorf.
WEHRHAHN
Well, then, Glasenapp ... This is a horrible state of affairs--the
seventh conflagration this Autumn. And these people pretend to constitute
a civilised society! These firebrands pretend to be Christians.
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