"What will you take, sir?"
She did not look at him; her mind was absorbed in calculations of the liquor she had served.
"Well," said he, "this is a pretty way of greeting a friend."
She fixed her eyes on his face: "Ah!" said she hurriedly. "Is it you? You are pretty well? But I have not a minute to-day. A bock did you wish for?"
"Yes, a bock!"
When she brought it he said:
"I have come to say good-by. I am going away."
And she replied indifferently:
"Indeed. Where are you going?"
"To America."