My father was a boilermaster. We lived hard by the factory and our windows gave on the factory yard. I saw a good many things there. There was a workingman, for instance, who had worked in the factory for five years. He began to have a violent cough and to lose flesh ... I recall how my father told us about the man at table. His name was Burmeister and he was threatened with pulmonary consumption if he worked much longer in the soap factory. The doctor had told him so. But the man had eight children and, weak and emaciated as he was, he couldn't find other work anywhere. And so he _had_ to stay In the soap factory and his employer was quite self-righteous because he kept him. He seemed to himself an extraordinarily humane person.--One August afternoon--the heat was frightful--Burmeister dragged himself across the yard with a wheelbarrow full of lime. I was just looking out of the window when I noticed him stop, stop again, and finally pitch over headlong on the cobblestones. I ran up to him--my father came, other workingmen came up, but he could barely gasp and his month was filled with blood. I helped carry him into the house. He was a mass of limy rags, reeking with all kinds of chemicals. Before we had gotten him into the house, he was dead. HELEN Ah, that is terrible. LOTH Scarcely a week later we pulled his wife out of the river into which the waste lye of our factory was drained. And, my dear young lady, when one knows things of that kind as I know them now--believe me--one can find no rest. A simple little piece of soap, which makes no one else in the world think of any harm, even a pair of clean, well-cared-for hands are enough to embitter one thoroughly. HELEN I saw something like that once. And oh, it was frightful, frightful! LOTH What was that? HELEN The son of a workingman was carried in here half-dead. It's about--three years ago. LOTH Had he been injured? HELEN Yes, over there in the Bear shaft. LOTH So it was a miner? HELEN Oh, yes. Most of the young men around here go to work in the mines. Another son of the same man was also a trammer and also met with an accident. LOTH And were they both killed? HELEN Yes, both ... Once the lift broke; the other time it was fire damp.--Old Beipst has yet a third son and he has gone down to the mine too since last Easter. LOTH Is it possible? And doesn't the father object? HELEN No, not at all. Only he is even more morose than he used to be. Haven't you seen him yet? LOTH How could I? HELEN Why, he sat near here this morning, under the gateway. LOTH Oh! So he works on the farm here? HELEN He has been with us for years. LOTH Does he limp? HELEN Yes, quite badly, indeed. LOTH Ah--ha! And what was it that happened to his leg? HELEN