Mrs. Schnaase. There are tomatoes in it, I think.
Mertens. I must ask for the recipe.
Raabe, Junior's(voice in the background). Here's to you!
Voices (in confusion, in the background). Here's to you! Your health!
Laskowski (gets up, raises his glass toward the background). Here's to everybody!
Voices (from behind). Here's to you, Laskowski!
Schrock's (voice). Here's to you, old rough-neck!
Paul. Don't drink so much, Laskowski! (Antoinette bites her lips and looks away.)
Laskowski (whispering). Let me drink, brother! Drink and forget your pain, says Schiller. Ain't that it, old chap, ain't it, now? You're a kind of a poet yourself, ain't you?
von Tiedemann (in an undertone, to Mertens). He's tanking up again!