BOLZ. Well, I am content. We as gratefully accept your hospitality as it is heartily offered. But you must then let me have my revenge. Next Sunday you are all to be my guests, will you? Say yes, my kind host! Punctually at seven, informal supper. I am single, so it will be in a quiet, respectable hotel. Give your consent, my dear Madam. Shake hands on it, Mr. Piepenbrink.—You, too, Mr. Kleinmichel and Mr. Fritz!
[Holds out his hand to each of them.]
PIEPENBRINK. If my wife is satisfied it will suit me all right.
BOLZ. Done! Agreed! And now the first toast. To the good spirit who brought us together today, long may he live!—[Questioning those about him.] What's the spirit's name?
FRITZ KLEINMICHEL. Chance.
BOLZ. No, he has a yellow cap.
PIEPENBRINK. Yellow-seal is his name.
BOLZ. Correct! Here's his health! We hope the gentleman may last a long time, as the cat said to the bird when she bit its head off.
KLEINMICHEL. We wish him long life just as we are putting an end to him.
BOLZ. Well said! Long life!