Leonore. Something that would hardly be of interest to the martyrs of amusement--for it concerns the martyrs of labor.
Lothar. Ah, I see.
Hugo. (Getting up) But weren't we going to see the horse?
Lothar. Ah yes! you two go ahead--The martyrs of labor interest me more than the Gnadiges Fraulein believes.
Kurt. (To himself) Oh, the poor devil!
Hugo. Good heavens!
Kurt. Come, Stengel, come! (They go out)
Leonore. (Looking impatiently at the clock) In what way can I be of service to you, Herr Brandt?
Lothar. Gnadiges Fraulein, I very much regret that you quite misunderstand me, for although I admit that I----
Leonore. And in order to prove that, you are willing to waste----