Reiss. Ay, dear Mr. Wallenberg, you are--it is--why are you--I cannot conceive for what reason you left my house in that abrupt manner.
Well. The warning came from above to the unworthy. (Takes the bottle out of his pocket.) What is this? (putting it on the chair.) Answer me that!
Reiss. How!--(snatching at it.)
Well. Keep off!--It is poison!
Reiss. Ay, good God!
Well. There is poison in the wine you pressed me to drink.
Reiss. Should you by some unfortunate mistake--
Well. It is poison! it was intended to close my lips for ever! Lulled to sleep by your artful proposals, I might have passed into the other world according to the old proverb, "Dead men tell no tales;" but you forgot that I should rise against you at the last day.
Reiss. (assuming courage.) Mr. Lawyer, dare you--
Well. I dare call you an assassin,