Well, if you know enough to make Mrs. Henschel feed out o' your hand, you must know your business pretty well. I'll say that for you.
FABIG enters, the cord of his pack around his shoulders. He sits down modestly in a corner.
GEORGE
Well, there you are; that's what I'm tellin' you! There's pretty few that could come up to me that way. But a man has to be on the lookout, or he'd get a good beatin' an' that's all!
WERMELSKIRCH
Well, you're not through with it yet yourself. [SIEBENHAAR enters from the left.] Where Henschel strikes down the grass stops growing. Your servant, Mr. Siebenhaar!
SIEBENHAAR
[Somewhat pale.] Good morning!
GEORGE
I think I'll play a game o' billiards.