It was useless to loll about the English bar where she kept the cash-drawer; it was useless to whisper sweet nothings into her ear; it was more than useless, it was foolish.
"Go along with you, Herr; I wouldn't marry the best man living.

I can add the accounts, I can manage.

Why should I marry ?" "But marriage is the natural state!" "Herr, I crossed the frontier long ago, but having recrossed it, never again shall I go back.

One crown-forty, if you please.

Thank you." This retort had become almost a habit with the Fraeu-Wirtin; and when a day went by without a proposal, she went to bed with the sense that the day had not been wholly successful.
To-night the main room of the tavern swam in a blue haze of smoke, which rose to the blackened rafters, hung with many and various sausages, cheeses, and dried vegetables.