He had dined early at the hotel and returned at once to the consulate.

He was often a visitor at the Black Eagle.

The beer was sweet and cool.

So, having pocketed his papers, he was of a mind to carry on a bit of badinage with Fraeu Bauer.
As he stepped into the big hall, in his evening clothes, he was as conspicuous as a passing ship at sea.
"Good evening, Fraeu-Wirtin." "Good evening, your Excellency." She was quite fluttered when this fine young man spoke to her.

He was the only person who ever caused her embarrassment, even though temporary.