He took his stick, took his hat, turned his back on me, and walked right out, never touching his pain expeller. I looked at the two glasses, and thought to myself:
"Phelax, it is the reward of your honesty. First for your honesty you get the compote of cranberries. Now you get two pain expellers instead of one—for your honesty."
Eleven years later, as an officer in the Imperial Navy, I went from Kiel to attend a dinner in Hamburg. At the Hamburg railway station, as I called for a taxi, I heard a voice quite close to me.
"Hello there, Phelax."
"Hello, Smutje."
"How have you changed, Phelax! Are you an officer in the Imperial Navy?"
"Yes, Smutje."
"How have you changed, Phelax! Do you still remember your old cookie?"
"You bet I remember you, Smutje."
"Well, how have you changed, Phelax!"