"LIVING HOURS.
A small well-kept garden in a Viennese
scene:
suburb. In the rear a cottage with a
porch from which three steps lead down
into the garden, In front two benches
and a amfortable reclining chair. It
is early autumn, towards evening, and
very still.
BÖTROMAUS, the gardener
is digging about. an old man with Clowing
pray hair. ANTÖN HAUSDOREER comes down
He is about
slowly from the porch.
sixty, clean-shaven, with straight, close
trimmed pray hair and young eyes. His
clothes are dark, and comfortable though
not careless; he wears a bread hat of
dark straw.
Haus.
Good evening, Borromaus
Borr.
Good evening, sir. Have you been in town afternoon, sir?
Haus.
No.
Borr.
I thought you might, as you didn't have your coffee in the
arbor again this afternoon.
Haus.
No, I wasn't in town, I have been lying on the sofa in the
house; I had a little headache. But what are you doing?
You’ll have the whole garden dug up at this rate.