"For shame, Bräsig, how can you wish he should keep such a nose as that? Preserve us! it grows bigger and bigger! What can be done for it?"
"Frau Nüssler," said Bräsig, "he must go to the water-cure."
"What?" said Frau Nüssler, "my Jochen go to the water-cure, because he has bumped his nose?"
"You don't understand me," said Bräsig, "he need not go, wholly and entirely, body and bones, to the water-cure; he shall only send his nose there; we must make him cold bandages. Or, Jochen, could you bleed a little from the nose? It would refresh you very much."
But Jochen could not do that, so they prepared the cold bandages, and Jochen sat there, very stately and contented, with his nose wrapped up in wet linen, and, under his nose, his pipe of tobacco.
"But," said Bräsig, "no mortal knows yet how you succeeded with Zamel Pomuchelskopp."
"Yes," said Lining, "how was it, Gottlieb?" So Gottlieb described their interview with the Herr Proprietor, and when he had finished, Jochen said,--
"Yes, it is all settled, I have signed my name."
"Jochen, what have you signed your name for?" asked Bräsig, angrily.
"About the Pastor's acre, that I will not rent it."