And why shouldn't it? I know of a rich Silesian proprietor who married his mother's lady's maid. And there's Dreissiger, the rich manufacturer, his wife is an innkeeper's daughter too, and not half so pretty as you, Miss, though she rides in her carriage now, with servants in livery. And why not? [He marches about, stretching himself, and stamping his feet.] Let me have a cup of coffee, please.
Enter ANSORGE and OLD BAUMERT, each with a bundle. They seat themselves meekly and silently beside HORNIG, at the front table to the left.
WELZEL
How are you, father Ansorge? Glad to see you once again.
HORNIG
Yes, it's not often as you crawl down from that smoky old nest.
ANSORGE
[Visibly embarrassed, mumbles.] I've been fetchin' myself a web again.
BAUMER
He's goin' to work at a shilling the web.