"What do you mean by the devil? Who is the devil?"
"The devil, Fritzchen, goeth about like a roaring lion----"
"Yes, yes; you taught me that in my infancy."
"Very well. And you want to know more? Would you like to see ... see with your own eyes what the devil is like?"
"I should esteem it an honour and pleasure."
"You shall have your wish."
He seized the under pocket of his long voluminous coat, and produced, with puffs and groans, first an apple, then another apple, then three ears of corn, then an end of wax-candle.... "Altar candle," he explained; "a charm against small-pox. Confiscated it yesterday from a lout who stole it from the vestry." Then a reserve pocket-handkerchief, sticky with bread-crumbs, then a taper, and last of all a leather case, about the size of a man's fist, of three-cornered shape. The case he left on the table, while he slowly stuffed the other miscellaneous articles back into his pocket.
"He is in there."
"The devil?"
"Yes, undoubtedly."