Brandy, Pfeifer, brandy will be better.
BECKER
[Forgotten by all, has stood looking on. With his hand on the door-latch, he now calls loudly and tauntingly.] Give him something to eat, an' he'll soon be all right.
[Goes out.
DREISSIGER
That fellow will come to a bad end.—Take him under the arm, Neumann.
Easy now, easy; we'll get him into my room. What?
NEUMANN
He said something, Mr. Dreissiger. His lips are moving.
DREISSIGER
What—what is it, boy?