HOST.
God save us from that sort of jollity! Your health, Mr. Möller!
MÖLLER.
Fine company!
HOST.
Will you not take a seat, Mr. Möller?
MÖLLER.
Thank you. I still have to go to the blast-furnace this evening; my men have gone ahead.
[Aside, while putting the glass to his lips.]
To the happy consummation of the marriage with Löhlein and Co!