SOPHY. There, the musicians have come already. I wonder where I put the cellar-key. The musicians must have something to drink. You here, Weiler?
WEILER.
Yes, I'm here. But where is the old man—the forester?
SOPHY.
My husband? Isn't he outside?
WEILER.
I want to see him about the wood-cutters.
SOPHY.
Can't you wait?