Jos. Who can it be at this lone hour? We have
Few visitors.
Wer.And poverty hath none,
Save those who come to make it poorer still.
Well—I am prepared.
[Werner puts his hand into his bosom, as if to search for some weapon.
Jos.Oh! do not look so. I
Will to the door. It cannot be of import170
In this lone spot of wintry desolation:—
The very desert saves man from mankind.