Is relieved by his asking for “something to drink.”
“The glasses sparkle on the board,
The wine is ruby bright,”
The guest to sense at length restored,
Declares himself “all right.”
The red blood paints his cheek again, his breast no longer heaves,
And he and Adolf o’er their wine are soon as thick as thieves.
Together they’re laughing,
And talking, and chaffing,
And after each shout comes a fresh bout of quaffing,