FRAU BOLLAND. "Hoboed!" Fancy that! How unique!

FRAULEIN KOCH-PINNEBERG. I can just picture it. Tramping along the
railroad tracks.

DOBLER. Yes. You folks think you can picture it with four square
meals a day. But it's quite different, I assure you. There were
three of us at that time. We worked our way from Basel upwards--
sometimes on the left--sometimes on the right bank of the Rhine.
In Worms we spent the last of our money and we had to PEDDLE for
HAND-OUTS.

FRAU BOLLAND [not understanding him]. "Handouts?" What is that?

DOBLER [with pathos]. To beg for something to eat, gnadige Frau,
for our daily bread.

[They all remain silent. Only the voice of the butler who is
serving liqueur can be heard.] "Cognac monsieur! Chartreuse!
Champagne?"

BEERMANN [taking a glass]. To a man of refinement, such an
existence must have been quite unbearable.

DOBLER [taking a glass of cognac from the butler]. Unpleasant.
[Drinking.] But you lose your sensitiveness. At first it is hard--
but one learns. In one hot day on the road ... when you get fagged
out--and with every stone hurting your feet--you'll learn. The
dust blinds you--but you've got to go on just the same. In the