If you'll excuse me for saying so, sir, there's a deal of foolishness among the poorer working people hereabouts. They have a kind of inordinate idea, if I may say so, of the respect an' duty an' honour they're bound to show to such as is taken from their midst. And when it comes to be a case of parents, then there's no bounds whatever to their superstitiousness. The children and the nearest family scrapes together every farthing they can call their own, an' what's still wanting, that they borrow from some rich man. They run themselves into debt over head and ears; they're owing money to the pastor, to the sexton, and to all concerned. Then there's the victuals, an' the drink, an' such like. No, sir, I'm far from speaking against dutifulness to parents; but it's too much when it goes the length of the mourners having to bear the weight of it for the rest of their lives. TRAVELLER But surely the pastor might reason them out of such foolishness. WIEGAND Begging your pardon, sir, but I must mention that every little place hereabouts has its church an' its reverend pastor to support. These honourable gentlemen has their advantages from big funerals. The larger the attendance is, the larger the offertory is bound to be. Whoever knows the circumstances connected with the working classes here, sir, will assure you that the pastors are strong against quiet funerals. _Enter HORNIG, the rag dealer, a little bandy-legged old man, with a strap round his chest._ HORNIG Good-mornin', ladies and gentlemen! A glass o' schnapps, if you please, Mr. Welzel. Has the young mistress anything for me to-day? I've got beautiful ribbons in my cart, Miss Anna, an' tapes, an' garters, an' the very best of pins an' hairpins an' hooks an' eyes. An' all in exchange for a few rags. [_In a changed voice._] An'out of them rags fine white paper's to be made, for your sweetheart to write you a letter on. ANNA Thank you, but I've nothing to do with sweethearts. MRS. WELZEL [_Putting a bolt into her iron._] No, she's not that kind. She'll not hear of marrying. TRAVELLER [_Jumps up, affecting delighted surprise, goes forward to ANNA'S table, and holds out his hand to her across it._] That's sensible, Miss. You and I think alike in this matter. Give me your hand on it. We'll both remain single. ANNA [_Blushing scarlet, gives him her hand._] But you are married already! TRAVELLER Not a bit of it. I only pretend to be. You think so because I wear a ring. I only have it on my finger to protect my charms against shameless attacks. I'm not afraid of you, though. [_He puts the ring into his pocket._] But tell me, truly, Miss, are you quite determined never, never, never, to marry? ANNA [_Shakes her head._] Oh, get along with you! MRS. WELZEL You may trust her to remain single unless something very extra good turns up. TRAVELLER