[_Measuring and examining the texture; jeeringly._] Well! What next, I wonder? This looks very much as if half the weft had stuck to the bobbins again. HEIBER [_Continues._] I'll be sure to make it all right next week, sir. But this last week I've had to put in two days' work on the estate. And my missus is ill in bed.... PFEIFER [_Giving the web to be weighed._] Another piece of real slop-work. [_Already examining a new web._] What a selvage! Here it's broad, there it's narrow; here it's drawn in by the wefts goodness knows how tight, and there it's torn out again by the temples. And hardly seventy threads weft to the inch. What's come of the rest? Do you call this honest work? I never saw anything like it. [_HEIBER, repressing tears, stands humiliated and helpless._ BECKER [_In a low voice to BAUMERT._] To please that brute you'd have to pay for extra yarn out o' your own pocket. WEAVER'S WIFE [_Who has remained standing near the cashier's table, from time to time looking round appealingly, takes courage and once more turns imploringly to the cashier._] I don't know what's to come o' me, sir, if you won't give me a little advance this time ... O Lord, O Lord! PFEIFER [_Calls across._] It's no good whining, or dragging the Lord's name into the matter. You're not so anxious about Him at other times. You look after your husband and see that he's not to be found so often lounging in the public-house. We can give no pay in advance. We have to account for every penny. It's not our money. People that are industrious, and understand their work, and do it in the fear of God, never need their pay in advance. So now you know. NEUMANN If a Bielau weaver got four times as much pay, he would squander it four times over and be in debt into the bargain. WEAVER'S WIFE [_In a loud voice, as if appealing to the general sense of justice._] No one can't call me idle, but I'm not fit now for what I once was. I've twice had a miscarriage. And as to John, he's but a poor creature. He's been to the shepherd at Zerlau, but he couldn't do him no good, and ... you can't do more than you've strength for.... We works as hard as ever we can. This many a week I've been at it till far on into the night. An' we'll keep our heads above water right enough if I can just get a bit o' strength into me. But you must have pity on us, Mr. Pfeifer, sir. [_Eagerly, coaxingly._] You'll please be so very kind as to let me have a few pence on the next job, sir? PFEIFER [_Paying no attention._] Fiedler, one and twopence. WEAVER'S WIFE Only a few pence, to buy bread with. We can't get no more credit. We've a lot o' little ones. NEUMANN [_Half aside to the APPRENTICE, in a serio-comic-tone._] "Every year brings a child to the linen-weaver's wife, heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh." APPRENTICE [_Takes up the rhyme, half singing._] "And the little brat it's blind the first weeks of its life, heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh." REIMANN