Friebe (crossing room).
Ay, if you was to set thirty such like in front of me, not a gulp would I let down my throat.
William.
Really not, Friebe?
Friebe.
There was a time—ay, yes—but now I’ve sworn off, ages ago. Now I drink only—mostly bitters.
[Goes out.
Ida (who has been tying William’s necktie and pulling his coat straight).
There! now—