“Why should you say so, George; who should have been to see me?”
“Well, I merely thought a certain Herr Krause called on you.”
“How do you know that?” she cried, startled by his knowledge.
“I know everything, my child; even that the bailiff was just in to see you.”
Frau Leimann was covered with confusion, and mechanically began to fondle the seam of her little silk apron.
“Well, if you know, it is unnecessary for me to tell you. Yes, he was to see me.”
“And what did he want?”
The pretty woman told him the details. With a tear-choked voice she exclaimed:
“I am lost if my husband hears of it!”
“But I don’t see. If he has bought it he must, of course, pay for the dress.”