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. There was always a whimsical smile
on his lips and in his eyes, and Fraeu Bauer never knew exactly how to
take him. "What is on your mind?" brightly.
"Many things. You haven't aged the least since last I saw you."
"Which was day before yesterday!"
"Not any further back than that?"
"Not an hour."
She turned to make change, while Carmichael's eyes roved in search of a
vacant chair. He saw but one.
"The goose-girl?" he murmured suddenly. "Is Gretchen one of your
waitresses?"
"She comes in once in a while. She's a good girl and I'm glad to help
her," Fraeu Bauer replied.
"I do not recollect having seen her here before."
"That is because you rarely come at night."
Gretchen carried a tray upon which steamed a vegetable stew. She saw
Carmichael and nodded.
"I shall be at yonder table," he said indicating the vacant chair.
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