Well, well, I'm not sayin', but that's the end of everythin'! What's to
become of us these hard times?

HANNE

The inspector of roads was here. He wants you to send him teams for the
big steam roller, I believe. They're in Hinterhartau now.

_Behind the glass door MR. SIEBENHAAR is seen descending the stairs.
He is little over forty. Most carefully dressed; black broadcloth
coat, white waist-coat, light-coloured, English trousers--an elegance
of attire derived from the style of the 'sixties. His hair, already
grey, leaves the top of his head bald; his moustache, on the
contrary, is thick and dark blond. SIEBENHAAR wears gold-rimmed
spectacles. When he desires to see anything with exactness, he must
use, in addition, a pair of eye-glasses which he slips in behind the
lenses of his spectacles. He represents an intelligent type._

SIEBENHAAR

[_Approaches the open door of the room. In his right hand he holds a
candle-stick of tin with an unlit candle in it and a bunch of keys; with
his left hand he shades his sensitive eyes._] Has Henschel come back yet?

HENSCHEL

Yes, Mr. Siebenhaar.

SIEBENHAAR