"That is his own affair."
"Herr Lenz! I don't believe that you are so hard as you pretend."
"I pretend nothing. Good morning, Herr Pilgrim!"
He walked away, and left Pilgrim boiling over with rage; at last, however, he went home to rub colours for the following day, which he hoped might be brighter, for this afternoon was dark and dismal.
CHAPTER XIV.
PRESSES AND EYES ARE OPENED.
"Welcome, Franzl! So we have you here at last? We hoped to have seen you sooner." Thus was Franzl received by the Landlady, when she came into the public room.
"I beg your pardon, but did not you send for me? My brother I understood was here?" said Franzl in a hesitating voice.
The Landlady knew nothing of it. Her brother had certainly been here, but had been gone a long time. She had indeed told her errandboy to mention this to Franzl the first opportunity, but not particularly today.