There now! You see! Of course such a fellow as that Becker can't. I advise you to keep these young lads in check. If there's much more of this sort of thing, I'll shut up shop--give up the business altogether, and then you can shift for yourselves, get work where you like--perhaps Mr. Becker will provide it. FIRST WEAVER'S WIFE [_Has come close to DREISSIGER, and removes a little dust from his coat with creeping servility._] You've been an' rubbed agin something, sir. DREISSIGER Business is as bad as it can be just now, you know that yourselves. Instead of making money, I am losing it every day. If, in spite of this, I take care that my weavers are kept in work, I look for some little gratitude from them. I have thousands of pieces of cloth in stock, and don't know if I'll ever be able to sell them. Well, now, I've heard how many weavers hereabouts are out of work, and--I'll leave Pfeifer to give the particulars--but this much I'll tell you, just to show you my good will.... I can't deal out charity all round; I'm not rich enough for that; but I can give the people who are out of work the chance of earning at any rate a little. It's a great business risk I run by doing it, but that's my affair. I say to myself: Better that a man should work for a bite of bread than that, he should starve altogether, Am I not right? CHORUS OF VOICES Yes, yes, sir. DREISSIGER And therefore I am ready to give employment to two hundred more weavers. Pfeifer will tell you on what conditions. [_He turns to go._ FIRST WEAVER'S WIFE [_Comes between him and the door, speaks hurriedly, eagerly, imploringly._] Oh, if you please, sir, will you let me ask you if you'll be so good ... I've been twice laid up for ... DREISSIGER [_Hastily._] Speak to Pfeifer, good woman. I'm too late as it is. [_Passes on, leaving her standing._ REIMANN [_Stops him again. In an injured, complaining tone._] I have a complaint to make, if you please, sir. Mr. Pfeifer refuses to ... I've always got one and two-pence for a web ... DREISSIGER [_Interrupts him._] Mr. Pfeifer's my manager. There he is. Apply to him. HEIBER [_Detaining DREISSIGER; hurriedly and confusedly._] O sir, I wanted to ask if you would p'r'aps, if I might p'r'aps ... if Mr. Pfeifer might ... might ... DREISSIGER What is it you want? HEIBER That advance pay I had last time, sir; I thought p'r'aps you would kindly ... DREISSIGER I have no idea what you are talking about. HEIBER I'm awful hard up, sir, because ... DREISSIGER These are things Pfeifer must look into--I really have not the time. Arrange the matter with Pfeifer. [_He escapes into the office._ [_The supplicants look helplessly at one another, sigh, and take their places again among the others._ PFEIFER [_Resuming his task of inspection._] Well, Annie, let as see what yours is like. OLD BAUMERT How much is we to get for the web, then, Mr. Pfeifer? PFEIFER One shilling a web. OLD BAUMERT Has it come to that!