Brauer.
I'll wager they found the barrel of axle-grease! Why didn't you lock it up?
Paul.
You know yourself, on this day no lock or key is of any avail.
Brauer.
Don't talk nonsense, but see what's to be done. I will be there myself, presently. Be quick! [Paul exits.] I can't depend on anybody these days! Where is my hat? [Marie gets it.]
Gertrude.
Can't we go, too, papa?
Brauer.
Will you come, wife?