Yes, Mr. Siebenhaar.
SIEBENHAAR
But you're just at your dinner. I have something to do in the cellar. We can talk that matter over later.
HENSCHEL
No, no; you needn't put nothin' off on my account. I'm through!
SIEBENHAAR
In that case you'd better come up to see me. [He enters the room and lights his candle by the one which is burning on the table.] I'll only get a light here now. We're more undisturbed in my office.—How are you, Mrs. Henschel? How did you like the chicken-soup?
MRS. HENSCHEL
Oh, goodness, gracious! I clean forgot about it!