where's the pleasure in loneliness? Mr. Butler, do the rules of
etiquette permit that one has company when one is enjoying oneself?

BUTLER. I almost believe that something in that way is required.

PEHR. Well, then, I want--

[First Friend enters and rushes into Pehr's arms.]

FIRST FRIEND. Friend of my heart! So I see thee again after such a
long separation! And you are like yourself--a little thinner than
when I last saw you; but how's everything now, dear old chap?

PEHR. [Eyeing him.] Oh, thanks, thanks--very well indeed, as--ahem--
you see. Pray take a chair and sit down.

FIRST FRIEND. Why, bless my soul! I've just had dinner, but I'll go
into your ante-room and wait there while you finish yours.

PEHR. No, that is just what you shall not do! I remarked a while
ago that I thought life so empty when one must sit alone at table.
Take a chair and sit down.

FIRST FRIEND. Dear old friend, if you insist I will sit beside you
while you dine; but it actually looks as though I had come here for
a meal.

PEHR. What matter even if it were so.

FIRST FRIEND. [Protests.] Oh--!