Beermann [calling].  Oh, do come on, Herr Professor.

Dr. Wasner [turning to card table].  I’m coming. [To others.] I admit with pride that I am prejudiced.  For me there exists only one question:  How can I best serve my fatherland?

Bolland.  Herr Professor!

Dr. Wasner [turning to table].  Just a moment. ... [To others.] Let the sturdy qualities of our people be conserved.  That stand is unassailable.  Then I will be sure that my efforts have at least ...

Beermann [loudly].  But, my dear Wasner!

Wasner [not dismayed, continuing]. ... at least a national scope.

Hauser.  Wouldn’t you rather play skat, professor?

Wasner [going over to card table].  There remains only one thing for me to say.  If I have used sharp words, I want to apologize. [Takes a seat.]

Beermann.  You deal, Professor.

Dr. Wasner [shuffling the cards and talking at the same time].  For me there exists but one ideal.  That which Tacitus described as it once prevailed among the old Teutons.  Quamquam severa illic matrimonia nec ullam morum partem magis laudaveris. [He lets Bolland cut and then deals.] The most praiseworthy trait of the Teutons was the strictness of their marriage customs.  Nam prope soli Barbarorum singulis uxoribus contenti sunt.  They were almost the only barbarians to content themselves with a single wife.

Beermann [loudly].  Tournee!

Bolland.  I’ll go you!

Beermann.  Twenty!

Bolland.  I’ll better that!

Beermann.  Take it!  Gras-Solo!

[They play.]

[Hauser, Frau Lund, Frau Beermann remain sitting at right.]

Frau Lund.  At last the Fatherland is saved.

Frau Beermann.  It’s the only occupation for which nature intended them.  They should not tinker with national problems.

Hauser.  Have patience.  Political ambition dies out after the first defeat.

Frau Beermann. ... which I hope will happen.

Hauser.  That’s as certain as fate.  Else he never would have been nominated.

Beermann [calling from the card table].  I have pretty sharp hearing!

Hauser.  A very fine acquisition, Beermann, when you grow old.

Bolland [throwing a card on the table].  Fifty-nine and four make sixty-three!  The rest you can take.

(They throw down their cards; Bolland collects them and shuffles.)

Wasner [half turning to Hauser], And then there is the celebrated passage, “Ergo septa pudicitia agunt, nullis ... spectaculorum illecebris corruptae.”

Beermann.  I have six cards.

Bolland.  The bottom one belongs to the Professor.

Wasner [as before, continuing].  So the wife lived surrounded by tenderness and care ... and so forth, “Literarum secreta. ...”  Secret communications were not tolerated by either husband or wife.