PIEPENBRINK. It really is all very creditable.

BOLZ. Very creditable! But yet this political society is not to my
taste.

PIEPENBRINK. Ah, indeed! You don't belong to the party, I suppose, and
on that account do not like it.

BOLZ. It's not that! But when I reflect that all these people have
been invited, not really to heartily enjoy themselves, but in order
that they shall presently give their votes to this or that gentleman,
it cools my ardor.

PIEPENBRINK. Oh, it can hardly be meant just that way. Something could
be said on the other side--don't you think so, comrade?

KLEINMICHEL. I trust no one will be asked to sign any agreement here.

BOLZ. Perhaps not. I have no vote to cast and I am proud to be in a
company where nothing else is thought of but enjoying oneself with
one's neighbor and paying attention to the queens of society--to
charming women! Touch glasses, gentlemen, to the health of the ladies,
of the two who adorn our circle. [_All touch glasses_.]

PIEPENBRINK. Come here, Lottie, your health is being drunk.

BOLZ. Young lady, allow a stranger to drink to your future prosperity.


PIEPENBRINK. What else do you suppose they are going to do in there?