"I ought not to ask you, I expect, but would you go to the Krone with me tomorrow evening?"
"The Krone--what's that?"
"It's a place where they dance."
"A dance hall, in other words. Where is it? Do you feel so much like dancing?"
"No, not much."
"You want to see what goes on there?"
"Yes."
"All right, I'll go."
It was on a Sunday evening, the girls' and boys' own evening, that the carpenter and I went to the dance.