There’s one bottle left in the house. I bought it secretly and hid it for mother’s birthday. It was to have been to-morrow——(Turns away.)
Karl.
Give it to me.
[Clara brings the wine.
Karl (drinking quickly).
Now we might begin again—planing, sawing, and hammering, and then eating, drinking, and sleeping between-whiles to be able to go on planing and sawing and hammering. And a-bending of the knee on Sundays into the bargain: O God, I thank Thee for letting me plane and saw and hammer! (Drinks.) Long live every dog that doesn’t bite on the chain! (Drinks again.) Here’s to him again!
Clara.
Karl, don’t drink so much. Father says there’s the devil in wine.
Karl.
And the parson says there’s God in it. (Drinks.) We’ll see who’s right. The bailiff came here. How did he behave?