He continued on, crossing the Platz, toward the Grand Hotel.

He was a bachelor, so he might easily have had his quarters at the consulate; but as usual with American consulates--even to the present time--it was situated in an undesirable part of the town, over a _Bierhalle_ frequented by farmers and the middle class.

Having a moderately comfortable income of his own, he naturally preferred living at the Grand Hotel.
Where had he seen that young vintner before?
* * * * * Meanwhile, the goose-girl set resolutely about the task of remarshaling her awkward squad.

With a soft, clucking sound she moved hither and thither.

A feather or two drifted lazily about in the air.