'To-morrow in the workshop pretend to steal loving glances all day long when she's not looking. When she catches you——'
'But she won't be looking!'
'Oh, yes, she will. When she catches you, you must blush.'
'But I can't blush at will,' Elias protested.
'I know it is hard. Well, look foolish. That will be easier for you.'
'But why shall I look foolish?'
'To make her think you are in love with her after all.'
'I should look foolish if I were.'
'Precisely. That is the idea. When she leaves the workshop in the evening follow her, and as she passes the cake-shop, sigh and ask her if she will not eat a "stuffed monkey" for the sake of peace-be-upon-him times.'
'But she won't.'