SIEBENHAAR
You mustn't say that; we'll see about that! Doctor Richter knows his business. My wife couldn't sleep for weeks; her head ached as if it would burst. Last Monday she took a powder, and now she sleeps all night like the dead.
HENSCHEL
Yes, yes … well, well … 'Tis possible! I'd like it well enough if I could sleep.—Is the madam reel sick?
SIEBENHAAR
Oh, we're all a little under the weather. When once Monday is past, everything will straighten out again.
HENSCHEL
I s'pose you has to turn over the property on Monday.
SIEBENHAAR
Yes, I hope it will be possible to arrange it by Monday. In the meantime the work is heaping up so—what with writing and making the inventory—that I scarcely get out of my clothes. But come now, Henschel, and go to bed. One man has one trouble and another has another. Life is no joke and we must all see how we can best fight our way through. And even if many strange thoughts pass through your head—don't take them to heart so!