"Miller Voss," asked the old Herr, "have you had corn to grind from him, and him? What say you, eh?"
"Yes, Herr Amtshauptmann."
"What have you done with it?"
"I've sold it to Itzig; but the sacks are lying at the Mill. I will deliver them up to justice."
"Indeed! that is very kind of you; but do you also know that you have been doing very wrong, and that it looks very much like cheating?"
"I've only done what I've a right to do, Herr Amtshauptmann," said the Miller, and he wiped the sweat of care from his forehead, with the back of his hand.
"Yes," said my uncle Herse, and he got up, "we are...."
"Herr Rathsherr," said the Amtshauptmann, "I have my own ways of going on in my justice-room. I beg you will sit down and listen."
But why had my uncle got up at all? Now he was out of countenance again and must sit down and collect himself afresh.
"What do you mean by talking about your right, Miller Voss?"