Then all became still again.
"There is something strange going on up there," said Gretchen in a whisper.
"In what way ?" asked the vintner in like undertones.
"Three times a veiled lady has called at night, three times a man muffled up so one could not see his face." "Let us not question our twenty-crowns rent, Gretchen," interrupted the grandmother, waking.

"So long as no one is disturbed, so long as the police are not brought to our door, it is not our affair.

Leopold, Gretchen, give me your hands." She placed them one upon the other, then spread out her hands above their heads.

"The Holy Mother bring happiness and good luck to you, Gretchen." "And to me ?" said the youth.
"I could not wish you better luck than to give you Gretchen.

Now, leave me." The vintner picked up his hat and Gretchen led him to the street.
He hurried away, giving no glance at the closed carriage, the sleepy driver, the weary horse.