Paul. Why don't you drink, Aunt Clara! (He also drinks.)
Aunt Clara. Oh, I don't care much for wine, my boy, as you may remember. (She sips a little.)
Laskowski (to Antoinette). Well, did you like it, dearie?
Paul. May I give you some more, madam?
Antoinette. No, thank you. It would go to my head.
Laskowski (pushes his glass over). I'll take another glass. Then I must be going. (Looks at his watch.) It's a quarter of eleven.
Paul (fills it). What else have you in mind?
Laskowski. Well, since it just fits in, we being here today, I just want to go over to the inn. They've advertised a gelding there. Take a look at him. If he can be had cheap ... Haven't put one over on anybody for some time! (He laughs, empties the glass and holds it up before him.) Your old gent did invest in a cellar! There ain't a thing, Doc., that I envy you as much as that cellar! (He gets up.)
Antoinette. I shall wait till you return. Come back soon!
Laskowski. On the spot, dearie. I'll only take a vertical whisky over at the inn! Good-by, dearie! Good-by, Doc.! (He goes out at the right.)