Leo seized his glass. "Health, Master Pastor!"
"Fritzchen, have mercy!"
"I say drink! Donnerwetter!"
And again the superb glasses made reproachful music as they met at being turned to such abominable uses.
Leo uncorked the second bottle, and offered the pastor a cigar.
"I beg pardon, Fritzchen, but are these also--so to say--penitence cigars?"
"What a pity!" thought Leo. "I didn't think of that;" and he shook his head, smiling.
The pastor kindled the excellent weed forthwith, and revelled in the fragrant clouds.
"There you sit, stretching your legs in your splendour," said he, "and split with laughter at the old fat fellow you love to make a fool of. But do you imagine that it makes what you have done one hair's breadth better?"
"Humph!" said Leo, curling his moustache.