I advise every one not to touch this; the gun is loaded.
[To the host.]
I do not know what is the matter with me. All at once I began to feel so badly out there. I was going to wait for my brother at the boundary. HOST.
Make yourself at home, Mr. Andrew.
ANDREW.
I suppose William has not yet come.
[Throws himself on a bench, puts his arms upon the table and rests his head upon them.]
FREI (rattles his glass on the table).
Let me have another one, host. And it is a favor that I now drink in your place, when you still charge for it. In a week from now you will have to provide the stuff, and no honest man need pay you a penny for it, I tell you.
LINDENSCHMIED (from this point on incessantly casting furtive glances sometimes at ANDREW, sometimes at the gun).