HIALMAR. No, I haven’t. THE FLABBY GENTLEMAN. You ought to have; it’s very good for the digestion to sit and look at pictures. THE THIN-HAIRED GENTLEMAN. And it contributes to the entertainment, you know. THE SHORT-SIGHTED GENTLEMAN. And all contributions are thankfully received. MRS. SÖRBY. The Chamberlains think that when one is invited out to dinner, one ought to exert oneself a little in return, Mr. Ekdal. THE FLABBY GENTLEMAN. Where one dines so well, that duty becomes a pleasure. THE THIN-HAIRED GENTLEMAN. And when it’s a case of the struggle for existence, you know—— MRS. SÖRBY. I quite agree with you! [_They continue the conversation, with laughter and joking._ GREGERS. [_Softly._] You must join in, Hialmar. HIALMAR. [_Writhing._] What am I to talk about? THE FLABBY GENTLEMAN. Don’t you think, Mr. Werle, that Tokay may be considered one of the more wholesome sorts of wine? WERLE. [_By the fire._] I can answer for the Tokay you 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,[15] 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—— THE FLABBY GENTLEMAN. ——and at our expense, too. [_Holds up his finger reprovingly._] Oh, Madame Bertha, Madame Bertha! MRS. SÖRBY. Yes, and there’s not the least doubt that the seasons differ greatly. The old vintages are the finest. THE SHORT-SIGHTED GENTLEMAN. Do you reckon me among the old vintages? MRS. SÖRBY. Oh, far from it. THE THIN-HAIRED GENTLEMAN. There now! But me, dear Mrs. Sörby——? THE FLABBY GENTLEMAN. Yes, and me? What vintage should you say that we belong to?