Gerardo. Professor Dühring. Later a piano teacher.
Professor Dühring, seventy years old, dressed in black, long, white beard, his aquiline nose tinged with red, suggesting fondness for wine, gold ringed spectacles, frock coat and silk hat, carries the score of an opera under his arm, enters without knocking.
Gerardo (turning around). What do you want?
Dühring. Mr. Gerardo, I—I have ...
Gerardo. How did you get in here?
Dühring. I've been watching my chance for two hours down on the sidewalk, Mr. Gerardo.
Gerardo (recollecting). Let me see, you are ...
Dühring. For fully two hours I've been standing down on the sidewalk. What else was I to do?
Gerardo. But, my dear sir, I haven't the time.
Dühring. I don't mean to play the whole opera to you now.