"I'll think of it on my pillow," said Hofer. "Now, supper."
For he was true to the saying his wife quoted of him. "One thing at a time will last the longer." And besides, the Wirth of the "Goldener Adler" was not Speckbacher; and he had no mind to tell him all his plans before he had digested them.
"Well, and so you've been to the play," said Stumff, slicing away at a ham, and hospitably loading Hofer's plate. "How did you like it?"
"Some things I liked; others I liked not."
"What did you like?"
"The house was beautiful as a dream—but where was the good of it? Directly the play is over all melts away, like a day's frost!"
"All? what?"
"Why,—the impression."
"Oh! well, but we can renew the impression every night; and we do not want it all day."
"Truly no," said Hofer. "And I doubt its being good to renew it every night."