had to-day, at any rate; it's of one of the very finest seasons. Of course you would notice that.
The Flabby Gentleman.
Yes, it had a remarkably delicate flavour.
Hialmar.
[Shyly.] Is there any difference between the seasons?
The Flabby Gentleman.
[Laughs.] Come! That's good!
Werle.
[Smiles.] It really doesn't pay to set fine wine before you.
The Thin-haired Gentleman.
Tokay is like photographs, Mr. Ekdal: they both need sunshine. Am I not right?
Hialmar.
Yes, light is important no doubt.
Mrs. Sörby.
And it's exactly the same with Chamberlains—they, too, depend very much on sunshine,[1] as the saying is.
The Thin-haired Gentleman.
Oh fie! That's a very threadbare sarcasm!
The Short-sighted Gentleman.
Mrs. Sörby is coming out
1 The "sunshine" of Court favour.
