-
Oh, not at all, not at all, come in.
-
Come in, my door is always open.
-
It's just that...I can't sleep.
-
And I thought maybe you have drops or anything.
-
I'm afraid there's nothing left in the hospital
-
except this half a damage of nettle wine.
-
But it's a 1916,
-
and actually drinking rather well at the moment.
-
If you think it will help.
-
Pickle sprat?
-
No, thank you, I had one... once.
-
A little music, I always find that settles the mind.