PIEPENBRINK. Long life!
[They touch glasses. PIEPENBRINK to his wife.]
It is going to turn out well today, after all.
MRS. PIEPENBRINK. They are very modest nice men.
BOLZ. You can't imagine how glad I am that our good fortune brought us into such pleasant company. For although in there everything is very prettily arranged—
PIEPENBRINK. It really is all very creditable.
BOLZ. Very creditable! But yet this political society is not to my taste.
PIEPENBRINK. Ah, indeed! You don't belong to the party, I suppose, and on that account do not like it.
BOLZ. It's not that! But when I reflect that all these people have been invited, not really to heartily enjoy themselves, but in order that they shall presently give their votes to this or that gentleman, it cools my ardor.
PIEPENBRINK. Oh, it can hardly be meant just that way. Something could be said on the other side—don't you think so, comrade?