HAUFFE
Mornin'.
HENSCHEL
He's a bit surly. Let's not bother him.
FABIG
Mr. Henschel, won't you buy something o' me? A needle box for the wife, maybe, or a pretty little comb to stick in the hair! [All laugh.] George, the waiter, he bought one too.
HENSCHEL
[Laughing good-naturedly with the others.] Don't you come botherin' me with your trash! [To WERMELSKIRCH.] Give him a measure o' beer!—'Tis a quaint little chap he is. Who is it?
HILDEBRANT
'Tis Fabig from Quolsdorf, I think—the most mischievous little scamp in the county.