The landlord left us.
But the carpenter followed him.
"Couldn't we look on?" he asked.
"What, at the dancing? Oh, no."
"In a corner somewhere?"
"No, I couldn't allow that. I don't even let my own wife and daughter in--nobody, not a soul. They wouldn't like it."
"Are you coming or--?" I called, as though for the last time.
"Yes, I'm coming," said the carpenter, turning back.
"So you knew about this party?" I said.
"Yes," he replied. "She talked about it last Friday."