_The same room, as in the first act. Time: toward two o'clock in the morning. The room is in complete darkness. Through the open middle door light penetrates into it from the illuminated hall. The light also falls clearly upon the wooden stairway that leads to the upper floor. The conversation in this act--with very few exceptions--is carried on in a muffled tone._ _EDWARD enters through the middle door, carrying a light. He lights the hanging lamp (it is a gas lamp) over the corner table. While he is thus employed, LOTH _also enters by the middle door._ EDWARD O Lord! Such goin's on! It'd take a monster to be able to close a eye here! LOTH I didn't even try to sleep. I have been writing. EDWARD You don't say! [_He succeeds in lighting the lamp._] There! Well, sure, I guess it's hard enough, too ... Maybe you'd like to have paper and ink, sir? LOTH Perhaps that would be ... If you would be so good, then, Mr. Edward? EDWARD [_Placing pen and ink on the table._] I'm always thinkin' that any honest fellow has got to get all the work there's in every bone for every dirty penny. You can't even get your rest o' nights. [_More and more confidentially._] But this crew here! They don't do one thing--a lazy, worthless crew, a--... I suppose, sir, that you've got to be at it early and late too, like all honest folks, for your bit o' bread. LOTH I wish I didn't have to. EDWARD Me too, you betcher. LOTH I suppose Miss Helen is with her sister? EDWARD Yes, sir, an', honestly, she's a good girl, she is; hasn't budged since it started. LOTH [_Looking at his watch._] The pains began at eleven o'clock in the morning. So they've already lasted fifteen hours--fifteen long hours--! EDWARD Lord, yes!--And that's what they calls the weaker sex. But she's just barely gaspin'. LOTH And is Mr. Hoffmann upstairs, too? EDWARD Yes, an' I can tell you, he's goin' on like a woman. LOTH Well, I suppose it isn't very easy to have to watch that. EDWARD You're right there, indeed. Dr. Schimmelpfennig came just now. There's a man for you: rough as rough can be--but sugar ain't nothing to his real feelings. But just tell me what's become of little, old Berlin in all this ... [_He interrupts himself with a_ Gee-rusa-lem! _as HOFFMANN and the DOCTOR are seen coming down the stairs._ _HOFFMANN and DR. SCHIMMELPFENNIG enter._ HOFFMANN Surely--you will stay with us from now on. DR. SCHIMMELPFENNIG Yes, I suppose I will stay now. HOFFMANN That's a very, very great consolation to me.--Will you have a glass of wine? Surely you'll drink a glass of wine, Doctor? DR. SCHIMMELPFENNIG If you want to do something for me, have a cup of coffee prepared. HOFFMANN With pleasure. Edward! Coffee for the doctor! [_EDWARD withdraws._] Are you...? Are you satisfied with the way things are going? DR. SCHIMMELPFENNIG