_Behind the glass door MR. SIEBENHAAR is seen descending the stairs. He is little over forty. Most carefully dressed; black broadcloth coat, white waist-coat, light-coloured, English trousers--an elegance of attire derived from the style of the 'sixties. His hair, already grey, leaves the top of his head bald; his moustache, on the contrary, is thick and dark blond. SIEBENHAAR wears gold-rimmed spectacles. When he desires to see anything with exactness, he must use, in addition, a pair of eye-glasses which he slips in behind the lenses of his spectacles. He represents an intelligent type._ SIEBENHAAR [_Approaches the open door of the room. In his right hand he holds a candle-stick of tin with an unlit candle in it and a bunch of keys; with his left hand he shades his sensitive eyes._] Has Henschel come back yet? HENSCHEL Yes, Mr. Siebenhaar. SIEBENHAAR But you're just at your dinner. I have something to do in the cellar. We can talk that matter over later. HENSCHEL No, no; you needn't put nothin' off on my account. I'm through! SIEBENHAAR In that case you'd better come up to see me. [_He enters the room and lights his candle by the one which is burning on the table._] I'll only get a light here now. We're more undisturbed in my office.--How are you, Mrs. Henschel? How did you like the chicken-soup? MRS. HENSCHEL Oh, goodness, gracious! I clean forgot about it! SIEBENHAAR Is that so, indeed? HANNE [_Discovering the dish of chicken soup._] That's true; there it stands. HENSCHEL That's the way that woman is! She'd like to get well an' she forgets to eat and to drink. SIEBENHAAR [_As a violent gust of wind is felt even indoors._] Do tell me: what do you think of it? My wife's driven over to Waldenburg, and the weather is getting wilder and wilder. I'm really beginning to get worried. What's your opinion? HENSCHEL I s'pose it sounds worse than it is. SIEBENHAAR Well, well, one shouldn't take such risks. Didn't you hear that rattling? The wind broke one of the large windows in the dining-hall looking out over the verandah. You know. It's a tremendous storm! HENSCHEL Who'd ha' thought it! MRS. HENSCHEL That'll be costin' you a good bit again! SIEBENHAAR [_Leaving the room by way of the passage to the left._] There's nothing inexpensive except death. HENSCHEL He's got his bunch o' troubles like the rest of us. MRS. HENSCHEL What do you think he wants o' you again, father? HENSCHEL Nothin'! How c'n I tell? I'll hear what he says. MRS. HENSCHEL I do hope he won't be askin' for money again. HENSCHEL Don't begin talkin' nonsense, mother. HANNE But if them people is as hard up as all that, why does the woman has to have a twenty shillin' hat? HENSCHEL