Raabe. Why, how old am I? Seventy!
von Tiedemann. Not worth mentioning, eh? Prime of life!... How old was Warkentin?
Schnaase. Why we just heard about that in the sermon, sixty-two!
von Tiedemann. Not very old!
Raabe. Yes, that's the way they go ...
Schnaase. To the grand army, eh Raabe, old boy? Who knows when we will get our orders.
Raabe. It will be our turn next.
von Tiedemann. Don't say that! It is not a matter of age! Look at Warkentin, did he give evidence of his end?
Schnaase. The affair with his son put him over, or he would be here today.
von Tiedemann (looks around). Why, where is the young man?