But she passed him again and again as she went to and fro, pattering her feet under her skirts with a smart little strut.

At last he rapped a coin on the table, and she hurried up.
"What will you take, sir ?" She did not look at him; her mind was absorbed in calculations of the liquor she had served.
"Well," said he, "this is a pretty way of greeting a friend." She fixed her eyes on his face.

"Ah!" said she hurriedly.

"Is it you?
You are pretty well?
But I have not a minute to-day.

A bock did you wish for ?" "Yes, a bock!" When she brought it he said: "I have come to say good-bye.