STROEBEL. Then you are not convinced that there is a real public
morality?

HAUTEVILLE. You mean that morality which you put on with your
street clothes? I know it well. Gentlemen take it off in my
apartment and hang it up in my wardrobe, and there I can inspect
it very thoroughly. It is truly remarkable how our respected
gentlemen still make formal social visits in costumes which have
so often been patched.

REISACHER [who up to this point apparently--without paying any
attention, has been sitting with his back toward them, turns half
way round]. Pardon me, Herr Assessor.

STROEBEL [impatiently]. Now what do you want?

REISACHER. Pardon me, Herr Assessor, shall I put all this talk
into the minutes?

STROEBEL. No, I will dictate to you later. [To Hauteville.] You
know that you are not here to amuse yourself.

HAUTEVILLE. I know that.

STROEBEL. Listen to me quietly. You hinted before that if we kept
you here another night you would confess everything. Well I tell
you here and now that we will not keep you here one, but a number
of nights. You can ease your conscience at once.

HAUTEVILLE. I would only make yours the heavier for it.