They then discreetly retire to bed and leave the world to him.

Under his arm is a large cake, not necessarily of gingerbread, and this he deposits on the table, with or without words.

If he is acceptable in the girl's eyes she at once puts some more peat on the fire.

He then knows that all is well with him: the cake is cut, and Romance is king.

But if the fire is not replenished he must gather up his cake and return to his home.