Mrs. Sörby.
And it’s exactly the same with Chamberlains—they, too, depend very much on sunshine,[[15]] as the saying is.
The Thin-haired Gentleman.
Oh fie! That’s a very threadbare sarcasm!
The Short-sighted Gentleman.
Mrs. Sörby is coming out——
The Flabby Gentleman.
——and at our expense, too. [Holds up his finger reprovingly.] Oh, Madame Bertha, Madame Bertha!
Mrs. Sörby.
Yes, and there’s not the least doubt that the seasons differ greatly. The old vintages are the finest.