ISOLANI.
the chalybeate waters. Well—I must bear it.
(Tertsky gives the paper to Maradas; he steps to
the table to subscribe.)
OCTAVIO. (advancing to Butler).
Colonel! I have observed it. You would, I
think, find yourself more to your liking in the
uproar of a battle than of a feast.
BUTLER.
OCTAVIO. (stepping nearer to him friendlily.)
not a little glad, my much honoured Colonel
Butler, that we agree so well in our opinions. A
half-dozen good friends at most, at a small round
table, a glass of genuine Tokay, open hearts, and
a rational conversation—that's my taste!
BUTLER.
paper comes to Tiefenbach, who glances over it
at the same time with Goetz and Kolatto.
Maradas in the meantime returns to Octavio, all this
takes places, the conversation with Butler proceeding
uninterrupted.)
OCTAVIO. (introducing Madaras to Butler.)
stamp, and long ago your admirer. (Butler bows)