Now this vintner's face was something familiar.

Carmichael stirred his memory.

It was not in Dreiberg that he had seen him before.

But where?
Gretchen arrived with the tankard which she sat down at Carmichael's elbow.
"Will you not join me, Herr ?" he invited.
"Thank you," said the vintner, without hesitation.
He smiled at Gretchen and she smiled at him.

Carmichael smiled at them both tolerantly.
"What will you be drinking ?" "Brown," said the vintner.
Gretchen took up the empty tankard and made off.