KITTELHAUS
That's the man they call Red Becker.
DREISSIGER
Is he the man that insulted you the day before yesterday? You remember what you told me—when John was helping you into the carriage?
MRS. DREISSIGER
[Pouting, drawls.] I'm sure I don't know.
DREISSIGER
Come now, drop that offended air! I must know. I am thoroughly tired of their impudence. If he's the man, I mean to have him arrested. [The strains of the Weavers' Song are heard.] Listen to that! Just listen!
KITTELHAUS
[Highly incensed.] Is there to be no end to this nuisance? I must acknowledge now that it is time for the police to interfere. Permit me. [He goes forward to the window.] See, see, Mr. Weinhold! These are not only young people. There are numbers of steady-going old weavers among them, men whom I have known for years and looked upon as most deserving and God-fearing. There they are, taking part in this unheard-of mischief, trampling God's law under foot. Do you mean to tell me that you still defend these people?