Wait? Bless you, no. I have my hands full.
SOPHY.
Then get along with you!
WEILER (quietly filling his short clay pipe with tobacco).
Yes.
SOPHY.
Is he perhaps already with Herr Stein—
WEILER.
Yes; the sand was already strewn on Tuesday. And the garlands outside at the door. If I do not mistake we are today celebrating the engagement of Miss Mary to Mr. Robert Stein? Then they will be even more chummy when he can say "my father-in-law, Mr. Stein." And that is by no means all. Now Stein has also bought the estate where Ulrich is forester. The fat lawyer from town fixed up the deeds yesterday. And this morning Stein got out of bed as proprietor of Düsterwalde.