WEDGEWOOD.
It is growing late. After the fatigues of the journey, I need repose.
ALBERT.
And so do I. Good-night!
WEDGEWOOD. Good-night! [Exit ALBERT; GERTRUDE takes a lighted candle from the table and shows the way; WEDGEWOOD takes a light.] Do you rise early, friend?
HANS.
No, mynheer; but mine vife does—
WEDGEWOOD.
Then tell your wife to knock at my door early in the morning.
HANS (eyeing him and looking suspiciously.)
So ho! I SMOKE you!
WEDGEWOOD.
Then keep farther off with your confounded pipe, you Dutch abomination.
HANS (lays his finger on his nose.)
And I schmells a rat!
WEDGEWOOD (looking around.)
The devil you do! Where?—
HANS.
Se I vill knock at yourn door myself—