WULKOW
[Comes in. He is a lighterman on the Spree river, near sixty years old, bent, with a greyish-yellow beard that frames his head from ear to ear but leaves his weather-beaten face free.] I wish you a very good evenin'.
MRS. WOLFF
Look at him comin' along again to take in a woman a little bit.
WULKOW
I've give up tryin' that this long while!
MRS. WOLFF
Maybe, but that's the way it's goin' to be anyhow.
WULKOW
T'other way roun', you mean.