"If I might speak von vort, sir," he began, hoisting his basket on his back and looking slyly up at me as I passed him.
"Well?" I said, impatiently.
"I haf often seen you, sir, at Johnson Hall."
"Well?"
"And I haf also sold gilt chains to Miss Warren."
"Well!" I demanded, sharply.
"Miss Warren iss here in Pittsburg, sir," he ventured.
"I supposed so," I said, coldly; "but that does not interest me."
"Maybe," he said, spitefully, "you don'd know somedings?"
"What things?"