There is only one person who could ever
be a match for her. Oh, Mr. Conrad, if only I could speak!
[_EXIT_.]
SCENE II
_Editorial room of the Union. Enter_ BOLZ _through the door on the
left, directly afterward_ MILLER.
BOLZ (_at middle door_).
In here with the table!
MILLER (_carries small table, all set, with wine-bottles, glasses and
plates, to the foreground on the left; brings up five chairs while he
speaks_).
Mr. Piepenbrink sends his regards, with the message that the wine is
yellow-seal, and that, if the Doctor drinks any healths, he must not
forget Mr. Piepenbrink's health. He was very jolly, the stout
gentleman. And Madam Piepenbrink reminded him that he ought to
subscribe for the _Union_. He commissioned me to see to it.
BOLZ (_who meanwhile has been turning over papers at the work-table on
the right, rising_).
Let's have some wine!
[MILLER _pours some in a glass_.]
In honor of the worthy vintner! [_Drinks._]
I treated him scandalously, but he has proved true-hearted. Tell him
his health was not forgotten. There, take this bottle along!--Now, get
out!
[_Exit_ MILLER. BOLZ _opening the door on the left_.]
Come, gentlemen, today I carry out my promise.
[_Enter_ KAeMPE, BELLMAUS, KOeRNER.]
This is the lunch I agreed to give. And now, my charming day-flies,
put as much rose-color into your cheeks and your humors as your wits
will let you. [_Pouring out_.] The great victory is won; the _Union_
has celebrated one of the noblest of triumphs; in ages still to come
belated angels will say with awe: "Those were glorious days," and so
on--see continuation in today's paper.
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