[Had gone out; now returns with the TRAVELLER'S coffee; in the act of putting it on the table.] Perhaps you would rather have it in the parlour, sir?
TRAVELLER
Most certainly not! [With a languishing look at ANNA.] I could sit here till I die.
Enter a YOUNG FORESTER and a PEASANT, the latter carrying a whip. They wish the others "Good Morning," and remain standing at the counter.
PEASANT
Two brandies, if you please.
WELZEL
Good-morning to you, gentlemen.
[He pours out their beverage; the two touch glasses, take a mouthful, and then set the glasses down on the counter.