Besides, Weitz was a well-to-do man and saved a great deal of money, some of which the deacon had invested for him, and all of which the deacon desired to handle, for he was a man of many enterprises, and, like most other men of the kind, always had more ways than money.
"You're all wrong about that, Weitz," said the deacon, sitting upon an empty beer-barrel in front of the liquor-store.

The deacon was accustomed to say, with a grim smile, that he was one of the very few men in business whose reputation would allow him to sit upon a beer-barrel without giving rise to any suspicions.
"Deacon," said the liquor-dealer, "you hadn't ought to talk about vat you don't understand.

How long since you stopped drinkin' ?" "Now, see here, Weitz, what do you mean, to ask me a question like that?
You ought to know well enough that I never drank in my life.

If I haven't told you so again and again, I should think other people could have done it." "Never drank anyding, eh?
never in your life?
Vell, vell!" said the proprietor, caressing the beer-shop cat for a moment, "dat explains a good many dings about you dat I never understood before.

I tell you vat I tink, deacon: if you'd been brought up in my country, mit all de brains you've got in your head, and yoost could'a'had a lot of German beer put inside of you besides, you'd been about de finest man in de United States now.