OLD BAUMERT
[Eagerly.] That's what I says! Eh? eh? You know it too! But if you say that here, they'll tell you that it's only bad times.
Enter ANSORGE, an earthenware pan with soup in one hand, in the other a half-finished quarter-bushel basket.
ANSORGE
Glad to see you again, Moritz!
JAEGER
Thank you, father Ansorge—same to you!
ANSORGE
[Shoving his pan into the oven.] Why, lad you look like a duke!