Mrs. Sörby.
[To the Guests in the other room.] This way, if you please, gentlemen. Whoever wants a glass of punch must be so good as to come in here.
The Flabby Gentleman.
[Comes up to Mrs. Sörby.] Surely, it isn’t possible that you have suspended our cherished right to smoke?
Mrs. Sörby.
Yes. No smoking here, in Mr. Werle’s sanctum, Chamberlain.
The Thin-haired Gentleman.
When did you enact these stringent amendments on the cigar law, Mrs. Sörby?
Mrs. Sörby.
After the last dinner, Chamberlain, when certain persons permitted themselves to overstep the mark.