Trast. Exactly! Exactly! (Very polite) And if you wish to say in other words, that when we meet on the street you don't care to recognize me--I release you from the necessity of greeting--I can do without it. (Bows and picks up a portfolio which he examines)
Hugo. (Enthusiastically) Well, I was never despatched as elegantly as that, (He approaches Trast and bows deeply) --Permit me--my name is Stengel!
Trast. (Turning) Charmed!
Hugo. Stengel! (Trast bows--they talk)
Kurt. (Comes forward and joins Lothar) Man, what are you trying to do. That's the almighty firm of Trast and Company.--Do you want to ruin your father's business?
Lothar. (Dismayed) Why didn't you tell me before?
Kurt. Whatever happens we must straighten the matter out
Lothar. If you can do it in perfectly good form.
Kurt. Pardon me. Count--my friend regrets----
Lothar. Regrets is hardly the word, Kurt.