"Go away!" shouted the manufacturer. "You won't come to work, but you know where to beg for your christenings and funerals."
"How could I come to work, sir, just after my confinement?"
"Well then, don't have children if you have no money for their funerals."
With this he pushed the pastor, who was indignant at this scene, through the garden gate. When he had closed it, Boehme stood still.
"I would rather not drink, Gottlieb," he said.
"Oh!" said Adler, wondering.
"The tears of the poor spoil the taste of the wine."
"You need not be afraid; the glasses are clean and the bottles well corked," Adler guffawed.
The pastor flushed, turned away, and hurried into the courtyard without a word.
"Come back, you silly woman!" Adler shouted to the miserable creature, who was crying near the gate. "Here is a rouble, and be off with you!"