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"
Yes
;
immediately
"
;
the
waitress
opens
the
trapdoor
,
and
looks
down
into
the
kitchen
.
But
suppose
the
affair
did
crop
up
some
day
?
If
the
shop-boy
were
to
get
suspicious
and
begin
to
think
over
the
transaction
about
the
bread
,
and
the
florin
of
which
the
woman
got
the
change
?
It
was
not
impossible
that
he
would
discover
it
some
day
,
perhaps
the
next
time
I
went
there
.
Well
,
then
,
Lord
!
...
I
shrugged
my
shoulders
unobserved
.
"
If
you
please
,
"
says
the
waitress
,
kindly
placing
the
beef
on
the
table
,
"
would
n't
you
rather
go
to
another
compartment
,
it
's
so
dark
here
?
"
"
No
,
thanks
;
just
let
me
be
here
,
"
I
reply
;
her
kindliness
touches
me
at
once
.
I
pay
for
the
beef
on
the
spot
,
put
whatever
change
remains
into
her
hand
,
close
her
fingers
over
it
.
She
smiles
,
and
I
say
in
fun
,
with
the
tears
near
my
ears
,
"
There
,
you
're
to
have
the
balance
to
buy
yourself
a
farm
...
.
Ah
,
you
're
very
welcome
to
it
.
"
I
commenced
to
eat
,
got
more
and
more
greedy
I
as
I
did
so
,
swallowed
whole
pieces
without
chewing
them
,
enjoyed
myself
in
an
animal-like
way
at
every
mouthful
,
and
tore
at
the
meat
like
a
cannibal
.
The
waitress
came
over
to
me
again
.
"
Will
you
have
anything
to
drink
?
"
she
asks
,
bending
down
a
little
towards
me
.
I
looked
at
her
.
She
spoke
very
low
,
almost
shyly
,
and
dropped
her
eyes
.
"
I
mean
a
glass
of
ale
,
or
whatever
you
like
best
...
from
me
...
without
...
that
is
,
if
you
will
...
.
"
"
No
;
many
thanks
,
"
I
answer
.
"
Not
now
;
I
shall
come
back
another
time
.
"
She
drew
back
,
and
sat
down
at
the
desk
.
I
could
only
see
her
head
.
What
a
singular
creature
!
When
finished
,
I
made
at
once
for
the
door
.
I
felt
nausea
already
.
The
waitress
got
up
.
I
was
afraid
to
go
near
the
light
--
afraid
to
show
myself
too
plainly
to
the
young
girl
,
who
never
for
a
moment
suspected
the
depth
of
my
misery
;
so
I
wished
her
a
hasty
good-night
,
bowed
to
her
,
and
left
.
