[Drinks.] That's fine—in this cold weather—fine.
MRS. WOLFF
Well, you see? Don't I take care o' you?
JULIUS
That was pretty good, pretty good all right.
[He fills the glass anew and drinks.
MRS. WOLFF
[After a pause. She is splitting kindling wood and eating a bite now and then.] Wulkow—that feller—he's a regular rascal—. He always—acts—as if he was hard up.
JULIUS
Aw, he'd better shut up—he with his trade!