Hans. Ay, what for, indeed!
Schwartz. Bless my soul, who’s that?
Gluck. I don’t know, indeed, brother.
Schwartz. How did he get in?
Gluck. My dear brother, he was so very wet.
Schwartz. Who are you, sir?
Hans. What’s your business?
Little Old Gentleman. I am a poor old man, sir, and I saw your fire through the window and begged shelter for a little while.
Schwartz. Have the goodness to walk out again, then.
Little Old Gentleman. It’s a cold day to turn an old man out, sir. Look at my gray hairs.