RODRIGO. Maybe you want her to throw you out of the door straight off?
HUGENBERG. If I only knew now what the devil I was going to say to her!
RODRIGO. That she knows best herself.
SCHIGOLCH. (Putting two bottles and three glasses on the table.) I started in on one of them yesterday. (Fills the glasses.)
RODRIGO. (Guarding Hugenberg's.) Don't give him too much, or we'll both have to pay for it.
SCHIGOLCH. (Supporting himself with both hands on the table-top.) Will the gentlemen smoke?
HUGENBERG. (Opening his cigarette case.) Havana-imported!
RODRIGO. (Helping himself.) From papa police-captain?
SCHIGOLCH. (Sitting.) Everything in the house is mine. You only need to ask.
HUGENBERG. I made a poem to her yesterday.