HECTOR. That's good. I'm glad. And I congratulate you—heartily, my boy. [He seizes WALTER'S hand, and wrings it.] We must drink to it! [He gets up, goes to the side-table, and pours some whiskey into a tumbler.] Charge your glass, Walter! [WALTER rises and goes to the side-table.] Ladies and gentlemen. I give you the bride and bridegroom! [He fills the glass from the syphon and passes it to WALTER, then proceeds to fill his own.] Betty, you must join us.
BETTY. [Quietly.] No.
HECTOR. You can't toast him in water, of course. Has she cleared away yet?
I'll get you some Hock.
[He puts his glass down and moves to the door at back.
BETTY. Don't be so silly. I won't drink at all.
HECTOR. [Amazed.] Not to old Walter?
BETTY. [Steadily.] No.
HECTOR. Why?
BETTY. [Almost jeeringly.] Because—old Walter—has been my lover.
HECTOR. [Stopping, and staring at her.] What?