OLDENDORF.
How comes it that you have drifted so far apart? You never speak of her.
BOLZ.
H'm! It is an old story—family quarrels, Montagues and Capulets. I have not seen her for a long time.
OLDENDORF (smiling).
I hope that you too were not estranged by politics.
BOLZ.
Politics did, indeed, have something to do with our separation; you see it is the common misfortune that party life destroys friendship.
OLDENDORF.
Sad to relate! In religion any educated man will tolerate the convictions of another; but in politics we treat each other like reprobates if there be the slightest shade of difference of opinion between us.