Good heavens, Mr. Henschel, there you are too!
HENSCHEL
[Without noticing GEORGE, to HILDEBRANT.] Your health, Hildebrant!
[They clink their glasses and drink.
FABIG
[To GEORGE who, a little taken aback, lights his cigar at one of the tables.] Tell me this, mister George, you're a kind of a wizard, eh?
GEORGE
Well, I do declare! What makes you think so?
FABIG
'Cause a while ago, you was gone like a light that's blown out.