Eh, William.
KAHL
Y-y're r-right there, cousin, G-God knows.
EDWARD
[_Is about to pour champagne into LOTH'S glass._] Champagne, sir.
LOTH
[_Covers his glass with his hand._] No, thank you.
HOFFMANN
Come now, don't be absurd.
HELEN
What? Don't you drink?
LOTH
No, Miss Krause.
HOFFMANN
Well, now, look here, old man. That is, you must admit, rather tiresome.
LOTH
If I were to drink I should only grow more tiresome.
HELEN
That is most interesting, Doctor.
LOTH
[_Untactfully._] That I grow even more tiresome when I drink wine?
HELEN
[_Somewhat taken aback._] No, oh, no. But that you do not drink ... do
not drink at all, I mean.
LOTH
And why is that particularly interesting?
HELEN
[_Blushing._] It is not the usual thing.
[_She grows redder and more embarrassed._
LOTH
[_Clumsily._] You are quite right, unhappily.
MRS. KRAUSE
[_To LOTH._] It costs us fifteen shillin's a bottle. You needn't be
scared to drink it. We gets it straight from Rheims; we ain't givin' you
nothin' cheap; we wouldn't want it ourselves.
MRS. SPILLER
Ah, you can believe--m-me, Doctor: if his Excellency, the Minister von
Schadendorf, had been able to keep _such_ a table .
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