Well and good.

I tell you our officers talk all the time of nothing else! And they don't care who hears them!" The Jew gave Fred his bill, scrawled on a piece of wrapping paper.
Schubert snatched it away and crumpled it into a ball.
"Kreutzblitzen! You are my guests to-night! I invited you!" "Thanks" Fred answered, "but we don't care to be your guests.

Here," he said, turning to the Jew, "take your money!" Schubert said nothing, but eyed the Jew with a perfectly blank face, as if he watched to see whether the man would damn himself or not.
"Take your money!" repeated Fred.

But the Jew turned his back and busied himself with bottles at the side-table.
"He knows better!" Schubert laughed.

"He understands by this time our German hospitality!" "All right," answered Fred.