"Go ahead, but do not crush me," laughed the host.
"Are you glad to see me again?"
"I should say so. How are you getting along?"
"Splendidly, as usual; my breast is as firm still as if it were made of iron," replied the giant, striking a powerful blow upon his breast.
"Has business been good?"
"Oh, I am satisfied."
"Where are your people?"
"On their way here. The coach was too slow for me, so I left them behind and went on in advance."
"Well, and—your wife?" asked the host, hesitatingly.
The giant closed his eyes and was silent; Schwan looked down at his feet, and after a pause continued: