Those people don't know no more how to get rid o' their money! We got to slave instead!
In the passage appears, slowly feeling his may, the veterinarian GRUNERT. He is a small man in a coat of black sheep's fur, cap and tall boots. He taps with the handle of his whip against the door post in order to call attention to his presence.
GRUNERT
Isn't Henschel at home yet?
HANNE
What's wanted of him?
GRUNERT
I've come to look at the gelding.
HANNE
So you're the doctor from Freiburg, eh? Henschel, he's not at home. He went to Freiburg carryin' freight; seems to me you must ha' met him.