SIEBENHAAR
[To HAUFFE.] One hardly ever sees you any longer, Hauffe? Where did you land?
HAUFFE
Where d'you suppose? In misery an' hunger' An' who gave me the shove? That damned crittur of a woman! Who else'd do it, I'd like to know! I never had no trouble with Henschel!
FABIG
His wife has the breeches on—that's all!
HAUFFE
I wasn't quick enough for her no more. I'm not as young as I was—that's a fac'! An' I don't go hangin' aroun' no woman's apron strings neither. An' that there is what she wants. That's what you got to do with her! She's a hot one—you might say—she don't never get enough.—But as for workin': I c'n work! Them young fellers that she hires—they're that stinkin' lazy…. I could do as much as any three of 'em.
SIEBENHAAR
One feels sorry for old Henschel.