[_They sit down_.]

Now we alternate! Waiter!

[_Waiter comes to him_.]

Two bottles of this!

PIEPENBRINK. Hold on! You won't find that wine here. I brought my own
kind. You're to drink with me.

BOLZ. But Mr. Piepenbrink----

PIEPENBRINK. No remonstrances! You drink with me. And when I ask any
one to drink with me, Sir, I don't mean to sip, as women do, but to
drink out and fill up. You must make up your mind to that.

BOLZ. Well, I am content. We as gratefully accept your hospitality as
it is heartily offered. But you must then let me have my revenge. Next
Sunday you are all to be my guests, will you? Say yes, my kind host!
Punctually at seven, informal supper. I am single, so it will be in a
quiet, respectable hotel. Give your consent, my dear Madam. Shake
hands on it, Mr. Piepenbrink.--You, too, Mr. Kleinmichel and Mr.
Fritz!

[_Holds out his hand to each of them_.]

PIEPENBRINK. If my wife is satisfied it will suit me all right.