"If it pleases you, sir," mischievously.
"What if they are looking for—for—"
"That is the very reason why I wish to see them."
"You are determined?"
"I am."
"Very well," said I; "you had best eat an onion."
"And for what purpose?"
"As a preventive to offensive tactics," looking slyly at her.
Her laugh rang out mockingly.
"Do you not know that aside from dueling, the German lives only for his barmaid, his beer and his knoblauch? Nevertheless, since you wish it I will eat one—for your sake."