It is my husband you hear, Mr. Tönnesen; you must remember he is so accustomed to addressing great assemblies——
Rörlund.
The others are not whispering either, it seems to me.
Hilmar.
No, sure enough, when it’s a question of keeping the purse-strings tight——; everything here ends in paltry material calculations. Ugh!
Mrs. Bernick.
At least that is better than it used to be, when everything ended in dissipation.
Mrs. Lynge.
Were things really so bad as all that?
Mrs. Rummel.