AXEL. I imagine it must feel very much like being conscious of ingratitude, and I can only congratulate you at not finding yourself in a position as unpleasant as my own.—But let us return to reality. What can I do for you?
LINDGREN. What do you think?
AXEL. For the moment—nothing.
LINDGREN. And in the next moment you are gone again. Which means that this would be the last I saw of you.
[He pours out another drink.
AXEL. Will you do me the favour of not finishing the bottle? I don't want the servants to suspect me of it.
LINDGREN. Oh, go to hell!
AXEL. You don't think it's pleasant for me to have to call you down like this, do you?
LINDGREN. Say—do you want to get me a ticket for the banquet to-night?
AXEL. I am sorry to say that I don't think you would be admitted.