He employed men to work; he wanted no love-affairs inside his vineyards.

As for her highness, she had come for the sole purpose of seeing Gretchen's lover; and it occurred to her that the really desirable men were generally unencumbered by titles.
"He will discharge me," said the young vintner gloomily.
"He will not dare," returned Gretchen.

"We have done nothing wrong.

Her highness will stand by us.

It must be five o'clock," looking at the sun.
"In that case, no more work for the day." He swung the basket to his shoulder, and the sun, flashing upon its contents, turned the bloomy globes into dull rubies.