‘To do as you liked with? Didn’t you owe any of it?
‘I owed something.’
‘Got tipsy. Got cleared out. Hadn’t the pluck to go home. That about the size of it?’
‘Yes,’ said Paul, ‘that’s about the size of it.’
‘No hat,’ Herr Pauer went on comfortably. ‘Out all night. Sunday morning. Empty pockets. Religious landlady.’
‘How do you know?’ Paul asked.
‘You told me about the landlady. The rest is easy enough. What are you going to do?’
‘I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it.’
‘You are a shiftless young devil, I must say. Doesn’t it occur to you to think you are a shiftless young devil—eh?’
‘I think it does,’ said Paul with extreme inward bitterness, ‘now that you come to mention it.’