"That was clever, Jacob," cried Randulf. It was a long time since he had heard that story.
They drank a tumbler in memory of old times, and for a while meditated in silence.
They were both very red in the face, and Worse looked quite fresh and well. The sallowness of his complexion was gone, but the short locks of hair about his ears were as white as froth.
At last Jacob Worse said:
"When I look at such a table as that by the sofa, I cannot understand how it could be broken. You remember that night in Königsberg?"
"Yes; but you see, Jacob, we danced right against the table at full swing."
"Yes, you are right; it was at full swing," said Worse, smiling.
"But, good Heavens! how we ran away afterwards!" said Randulf, shaking with laughter.
"And how pitch dark it was before we found the boat! I wonder what that table cost?"
"You may well ask, Jacob. I have never been in the house since."