Well, I don't want to be to blame if you neglect anything.
[Exit.]
WEILER (very calmly).
All right!
[Laying his finger against his nose.]
But I wonder whether he will still always be the first to patch up differences? I mean Stein. Now that he is the forester's master? Well; I don't want to prophesy, but—the master is always right because he is the master. Humph! I wish something serious would come to pass. At any rate, I am getting tired of merry faces again.
[Enter ANDREW and WILLIAM, carrying chairs.]
SOPHY. Seven, eight, nine, ten, chairs.
[Counts once more, softly.]
Correct!