WEILER (entering through the centre door).
Bless my soul, if he don't come to grief! But who, in thunder, is really forester? I wonder whether the mistress has saved me anything? But, anyhow, I have no appetite. Well!
SOPHY.
I suppose it has become cold by this time.
[Takes from the oven a plate with food, from the closet bread, etc., and puts it on the table to the left.]
WEILER.
We shall all be cold some day.
[Sits down to eat.]
FORESTER (has entered from the side).
Have you found the trail of the stag from Lützdorf again?