"I think so."
"May I ask as what? You are neither steward nor bailiff, for you have not yet looked at the wethers. The wethers should be sold; it's high time for it. So may I ask what you are to the new landlord?"
"If you want a name, you may call me his accountant."
"Accountant," said the shepherd, thoughtfully; "then I am to discuss my allowance with you."
"You shall do so the next time we meet."
"There is no hurry," said the shepherd; "but one likes to know how one stands. There is a pane broken in my room; the glazier will be coming to the castle, and I hope, Mr. Accountant, you will remember me."
Karl and the farmer now joined them. "To the forester's!" cried Anton to the driver.
"You mean to go to the forester's?" inquired the farmer.
"To the forester's!" repeated the shepherd, drawing nearer.
"Why does that surprise you?" inquired Anton from the carriage.