Those people don't know no more how to get rid o' their money! We got to
slave instead!

_In the passage appears, slowly feeling his may, the veterinarian
GRUNERT. He is a small man in a coat of black sheep's fur, cap and
tall boots. He taps with the handle of his whip against the door post
in order to call attention to his presence._

GRUNERT

Isn't Henschel at home yet?

HANNE

What's wanted of him?

GRUNERT

I've come to look at the gelding.

HANNE

So you're the doctor from Freiburg, eh? Henschel, he's not at home. He
went to Freiburg carryin' freight; seems to me you must ha' met him.

GRUNERT

In which stall do you keep the gelding?

HANNE