PIEPENBRINK (_decisively_). Respectable or not, they are in our way.
KLEINMICHEL. Yes, to be sure, so they are.
BOLZ (_seating himself with_ KAeMPE). Here, my friend, we can sit
quietly before a bottle of red wine. I hardly dare to pour it out, for
the wine at such restaurants is nearly always abominable. What sort of
stuff do you suppose this will be?
PIEPENBRINK (_irritated_). Indeed? Just listen to that!
KAeMPE. Let's try it.
[_Pours out; in a low voice._]
There is a double P. on the seal; that might mean Piepenbrink.
PIEPENBRINK. Well, I am curious to know what these greenhorns will
have to say against the wine.
MRS. PIEPENBRINK. Be quiet, Philip, they can hear you over there.
BOLZ (_in a low tone_). I'm sure you are right. The restaurant takes
its wine from him. That's his very reason for coming.
PIEPENBRINK. They don't seem to be thirsty; they are not drinking.
BOLZ (_tastes it; aloud_). Not bad!
PIEPENBRINK (_ironically_). Indeed?
BOLZ (_takes another sip_). A good, pure wine.
PIEPENBRINK (_relieved_). The fellow's judgment is not so bad.
BOLZ. But it does not compare with a similar wine that I recently
drank at a friend's house.
PIEPENBRINK. Indeed?
BOLZ. I learned then that there is only one man in town from whom a
sensible wine-drinker should take his red wine.
KAeMPE. And that is?
PIEPENBRINK (_ironically_). I really should like to know.
BOLZ. It's a certain Piepenbrink.
PIEPENBRINK (_nodding his head contentedly_).
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