May I clink glasses with you, Consuelo? You know Polly has died of grief already, and I am going to die. I have such a weak stomach.
[Laughter; Baron shows slight displeasure. General motion.]
Mancini
Enough, enough! The intermission is over.
Consuelo
Already? It's so nice here.
Briquet
I shall prolong it. They can wait. Tell them, Thomas.
Mancini
Auguste, the musicians of the orchestra, too, ask permission to congratulate you and Consuelo. Do you ...?