When he becomes so calm—
FORESTER.
So I must remain a scoundrel before the world? Very well!—Why don't you pack your things, you women-folk? William, get me a bottle of wine.
SOPHY.
You are going to drink wine? And you know it is not good for you,
Ulrich? And just now, in your present state of vexation—
FORESTER.
I must get my mind off the subject.
SOPHY.
You always become so excited after wine. If you drink now it may be your death.