GESKE. Tres humble servitoor! But I know you like coffee. Perhaps you just want to be urged. Be so good as to sit down; the coffee is all ready. Henrich!
HENRICH. Gracious madam?
GESKE. Have you put the syrup in the coffee?
HENRICH. Yes, I have. [Exit.
GESKE. Please, good ladies, won't you have some?
MME. SANDERUS. I hope you will be so good as to excuse us, but we never drink coffee.
GESKE. Oh, nonsense, I know better I beg you be seated.
MME. SANDERUS (aside to Mme. Abrahams). Oh, ma soeur, I am sick at the mere thought of that syrup.
GESKE. Henrich, come fill the cups.
(Enter Henrich.)