LAND.
May it do you good, Herr Just!

JUST. (giving the glass back).
Not bad! But, Landlord, you are nevertheless an ill-mannered brute!

LAND.
Not so, not so! . . . Come, another glass; one cannot stand upon one
leg.

JUST. (after drinking).
I must say so much--it is good, very good! Made at home, Landlord?

LAND.
At home, indeed! True Dantzig, real double distilled!

JUST.
Look ye, Landlord; if I could play the hypocrite, I would do so for
such stuff as that; but I cannot, so it must out.--You are an ill-
mannered brute all the same.

LAND.
Nobody in my life ever told me that before . . . But another glass,
Herr Just; three is the lucky number!

JUST.
With all my heart!--
(Drinks).
Good stuff indeed, capital! But truth is good also, and indeed,
Landlord, you are an ill-mannered brute all the same!