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 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.