KÄMPE. Chiefly red wines.
BOLZ. Good! (Aloud.) Waiter, a table and two chairs here! A bottle of red wine!
[Waiter brings what has been ordered to the front, on the left.]
MRS. PIEPENBRINK. What are those people doing here?
PIEPENBRINK. That is the trouble with such promiscuous assemblies, that one never can be alone.
KLEINMICHEL. They seem respectable gentlemen; I think I have seen one of them before.
PIEPENBRINK (decisively). Respectable or not, they are in our way.
KLEINMICHEL. Yes, to be sure, so they are.
BOLZ (seating himself with KÄMPE). Here, my friend, we can sit quietly before a bottle of red wine. I hardly dare to pour it out, for the wine at such restaurants is nearly always abominable. What sort of stuff do you suppose this will be?
PIEPENBRINK (irritated). Indeed? Just listen to that!