STEIN.
I was in hopes, because you stayed away so long, that you would bring him with you.
PASTOR.
A sick person, to whom I was called while on my way to you, kept me until now.
STEIN.
Then fancy that you are coming from a sick person to one more seriously sick. If impatience, dissatisfaction with oneself, evil presentiments, were diseases, then I should be a dangerous patient.—But your answer—I don't even give you time to catch your breath. [Motions to him to take a seat; sits down, but rises again.] If at least I could remain seated! Six times I mechanically took my hat in my hand; to that extent my old habit of being together with the forester makes my hands and feet twitch worse than the gout. In the meantime a thought struck me—but first of all: How do matters stand with the obstinate old fellow?
PASTOR.
Your offer did not exactly meet with the kindest reception. And yet, who knows whether, after all, he had not agreed to it, if unfortunately the affair with Andrew—
STEIN.
With Andrew? What affair?