"Well, ask for Luise, if you do. That's enough."
He turned to put on his coat. As he did so, a disagreeable thought crossed his mind; he coloured, and ran his hand through his pockets.
"I've no money."
"What?—rooked, are you? Well, it wasn't here, then. I'm an honest girl, I am!"
She came over to him, not exactly suspicious, still with a slight diminution of friendliness in eyes and tone; and, as, if there were room for a mistake on his part, herself went through the likely pockets in turn.
"Not a heller!"
Her sharp little eyes travelled over him.
"That'd do."
She laid her hand on his scarf-pin. He took it out and gave it to her. She stood on tip-toe, for she was dumpy, put her arms round his neck, and gave him a hearty kiss.
"DU GEFALLST MIR!" she said. "I like you. Kiss me, too, can't you?"