"How unlucky you should have come so late," observed Sperver; "all the bottles are empty."
The discomfited expression of the good fellow made me feel positively sorry. He would gladly have profited by his widowhood. In spite of my efforts to repress it, however, my mouth parted in a wide yawn.
"We will put it over till another day," he said, getting up; "what is postponed is not lost."
"Good night, gentlemen."
"Wait a minute," said Gideon; "I see the doctor is sleepy; we will go down together."
"Gladly, Sperver! We will have a word with Trumpf as we pass. He is down-stairs with the others, and Knapwurst is telling them stories."
"Well, good night, Gaston."
"Good night, Sperver. Don't forget to call me if the Count grows worse."
"Never fear. Lieverlé, come here."