"You don't say so! Soho! hum! A pretty piece of work. I'll hear all about it presently, or the glue will get cold. I'm afraid, you see, Alouise, that this glue is not strong enough; which is the reason why the woodwork will not stick. Soho!—poor Tyrolese!"
"Poor Bavarians, you mean! Why, the Tyrolese won the day!"
"Oh, did they so really? Well, now,—humph!—poor fellows!"
"And we had one of them to sleep here, last night."
"Really, really! By the bye, are you anything of a mechanician?"
"Not in the least."
"Then it's no use asking you the thing I want to know. Hum!—poor Innsbruckers—poor Tyrolese, I mean."
"But, Martin, we Innsbruckers are Tyrolese."
"To be sure, to be sure—who doesn't know that? This tiresome glue! That was just what I was saying."
"That? What?"