"So we have finally got to the point where there are no more left to dispose of," interposed Kotlicki. "One got a whack over the head, another a jab in the ribs, a third a very polite kick and so forth . . ."
"No, my dear sir, I still remain!" rejoined Glogowski, with a comical bow.
"We demolished vast edifices for the sake of a soap bubble."
"Perhaps, but since even in soap bubbles the sun is reflected . . ."
"Therefore, let us have another drink of brandy!" exclaimed
Topolski, who had been silent up till now.
"Throw out all that argumentation to the dogs! . . . Let us drink and quit thinking!" chimed in Wawrzecki.
"That last statement is an epitome of yourself, Wawrzecki!" remarked
Glogowski.
"Let us drink and love one another!" proposed Kotlicki, rousing himself and tinkling his glass against the bottle.
"To that I will agree, as I am Glogowski, I will agree, for love alone is the soul of the world!"
"Wait a minute, I will sing you something about love," cried
Wawrzecki, and he proceeded to drone an amorous ditty.