"Here, come in here," said the landlord, opening the door of the room on the opposite side of the hall, where more distinguished guests were commonly received.
Mr. Schmenckel laid the patient on the sofa.
"The old gentleman had an empty stomach," said Director Schmenckel, whispering his information gravely into Oswald's ear, while the latter was busy about Berger.
"Your excellency ought to have made him eat a good slice of ham with brown bread, and a glass of brandy."
Berger began to stir. He opened his eyes and looked wonderingly at the by-standers, like somebody who is awaking from a heavy dream. Then he rose fully, with Oswald's assistance, and said in a low voice:
"I thank you, my friends. I have given you much trouble. We are dependent one on the other in this life. I hope I shall soon meet you again; perhaps I may be able then to reciprocate your kindness. Come, Oswald, let us go."
"Do you feel strong enough? Had we not better send for a carriage?"
"Oh no! Horses and carriages are not for people like me."
He went to the door. Suddenly he stopped again.
"Pay the people what we owe them, Oswald; we must not remain in anybody's debt on this earth."