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Don't scold him. Poor dear, he'll be all right yet.

[They move away.

[''Coming with a whole crowd of others from the dancing-green.'']

Peer, have some brandy?

No.

Only a drain?

[Looking darkly at him.]

Got any?

Well, I won't say but I have.

[Pulls out a pocket flask and drinks.

Ah! How it stings your throat!—Well?

Let me try it.

[Drinks.

Now you must try mine as well, you know.

No!

Oh, what nonsense; now don't be a fool. Take a pull, Peer!