[Softly to the Servant, who has come back.] Well, did you give the old man something?
Pettersen.
Yes; I sent him off with a bottle of cognac.
Mrs. Sörby.
Oh, you might have thought of something better than that.
Pettersen.
Oh no, Mrs. Sörby; cognac is what he likes best in the world.
The Flabby Gentleman.
[In the doorway with a sheet of music in his hand.] Shall we play a duet, Mrs. Sörby?
Mrs. Sörby.