HUMMEL. Those wonderful merits exist only in your imagination. He is not the man he seems to be.
COLONEL. Who is?
HUMMEL. [Taken back] True!—But Bengtsson must go!
COLONEL. Do you mean to order my household?
HUMMEL. I do ... as everything visible here belongs to me ... furniture, draperies, dinner ware, linen and other things!
COLONEL. What other things?
HUMMEL. Everything! All that is to be seen is mine! I own it!
COLONEL. Granted! But for all that, my coat of arms and my unspotted name belong to myself.
HUMMEL. No—not even that much! [Pause] You are not a nobleman!
COLONEL. Take care!