There,' he concluded gravely, 'it is as I tell you.

I have eaten all.' And in fact, while talking, he had punctuated each sentence with a tiny slice or two of thin bread and butter, and everybody laughed, except Schreiermeyer, as the huge singer gravely held up the empty glass dish and showed it.
'What do you expect of me ?' he asked.

'It is a vice, and I am not Saint Anthony, to resist temptation.' 'Perhaps,' suggested Fraeulein Ottilie timidly, 'if you exercised a little strength of character--' 'Exercise ?' roared Stromboli, not understanding her, for they spoke a jargon of Italian, German, and English.

'Exercise?
The more I exercise, the more I eat! Ha, ha, ha! Exercise, indeed! You talk like crazy!' 'You will end on wheels,' said Schreiermeyer with cold contempt.

'You will stand on a little truck which will be moved about the stage from below.