Paul. I do intend to, Mr. von Tiedemann.
von Tiedemann. Well, you'd better think that over! Not every one can match your father as an agriculturalist.
Paul. With a little honest effort ...
von Tiedemann. If that were all! To begin with, you can't match your father physically. You have to be accustomed to such things. In all kinds of weather! And then ... No child's play to farm now-a-days! Starvation prices for grain! Simply a shame! If that continues I'll vouch that all this blooming farming will go to the devil within twenty years!
Mrs. von Tiedemann (shaking her head). To think of having you speak that way, Fritz!
von Tiedemann. Of course, if a fellow has a few pennies to fall back on, it's not so bad. But how many are there who have. The rest will go broke!
Laskowski (hums again). The Count of Luxemburg has squandered all his cash ... cash ... cash ...
von Tiedemann (eagerly). And who will have the advantage? The few who have money. They will buy for a song and some day, when times are better again, they will sell for twice as much. Some day they are likely to roll in wealth!
Laskowski (as before). Has squandered all his cash ... In one old merry night ... ha, ha!
Antoinette (leans back in her chair). My husband is no longer conscious of what he is saying!