The table here—
WEILER (while they carry the table together, on the left).
Won't Ulrich have an easy time of it, now that his old friend has become his master, and is going to be his father-in-law into the bargain!
SOPHY.
Nearer the stove. We must get in one more table.
WEILER (chuckling to himself).
Regular ale-house politicians those two, Stein and Ulrich. Every day they have a row.
SOPHY.
What are you talking there about a row? They're only fooling.
[Exit in a hurry; reënters immediately afterward.]