[Shaking his head.] Well, well, well! You had luck with you, Moritz!
[Sits down on the floor, with his willow twigs beside him, and continues mending the basket, which he holds between his legs.
OLD BAUMERT
Let's hope you've brought some of it to us.—Are we to have a drop to drink your health in?
JAEGER
Of course you are, father Baumert. And when this bottle's done, we'll send for more.
[He flings a coin on the table.
ANSORGE
[Open mouthed with amusement.] Oh my! Oh my! What goings on to be sure! Roast meat frizzlin' in the oven! A bottle o' brandy on the table! [He drinks out of the bottle.] Here's to you, Moritz!—Well, well, well!
[The bottle circulates freely after this.