Having reached the outer door, he drew a key from his doublet, and asked in Italian: "Who knocks ?" "Open the door, Julio; it is your companion Bernardo," was the reply in the same tongue.
"Of course, on the way you stopped at the _Camel_, and drank some pots of Hamburg beer?
Did you bring me as much as a pint ?" asked the man with the red beard.

"Nothing?
have you nothing?
I have worked until I am exhausted; I am dying of hunger, and no one thinks of me.

Let me see the spring." Saying these words, he took from his companion's hands a bent steel spring and examined it attentively, closing and opening it as if to judge of its form and power of resistance.
Bernardo was a deformed man of low stature; the projection on his back might be styled a hump--it was so prominent.

His physiognomy denoted pusillanimity; but there was, at the same time, a malicious sparkle in his eye, and it was with a mocking smile that he contemplated the man with the red beard.
The latter said to him in a commanding tone: "The spring appears to be good.

Go bring me a pint of Rhenish wine from the Saint George." "You know well that our master has forbidden it.