Korb! My dear Korb! Welcome, heartily welcome! It is good of you not to have forgotten me. [Shakes hands with him.] I am very glad to see you.
KORB.
And I even more to see you. Here we are in town. The whole village sends greetings! From Anton the stable-boy—he is now head man—to the old night watchman whose horn you once hung up on the top of the tower. Oh, what a pleasure this is!
BOLZ.
How is Miss Runeck? Tell me, old chap!
KORB.
Very well indeed, now. But we have been through much. The late general was ill for four years. It was a bad time. You know he was always an irritable man.
BOLZ.
Yes, he was hard to manage.—