The eye of Schmitz was small and round, and seemed to be filled with pink cobweb, his hair was in a state of tumult, and was full of chips, suggesting that he had recently slept on the wood heap.
Schmitz had a fierce, red moustache, that looked as if it had been trimmed on a block with an adze.
The publican blinked stupidly at the world-famous showman for a moment, trying to pick him out from a number of unnatural curiosities careering before him, and then he said, decisively: "Ged oud of mein 'ous'." "My dear fellow," said the Professor, urbanely, "I suppose you will serve me with some little refreshment ?" "Refreshmend ?" muttered the landlord.

"Refreshmend ?" His intellect struggled to grasp the situation.

Suddenly it became luminous.

"Nein!" he yelled.

"I vill nod you mid refreshmend serve! Nein! I keep him all for meinseluf.