That they do, uncle.
SCHWARTZE.
Ah, that is one thing you escape in the civil service,--being laid on the shelf without any fault of your own,--without the shadow of a fault. Then there came a slight stroke of apoplexy. See how my hand trembles now! And what had I to look forward to? It was then that my young friend, Heffterdingt, showed me the way, through work and prayer, to a new youth. Without him I never should have found it.
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
You mustn't believe all he says, Mr. von Keller. If he didn't always depreciate himself, he would be better thought of in the highest circles.
VON KELLER.
High and low, madam, everywhere your husband is known and honored.
SCHWARTZE.
[Lighting up.] Indeed? Ah, well, no vanity. No, no, that is the moth that corrupts.