the oak tables; the book-keeper in her desk was reading a novel, while the master, in his shirt-sleeves, lay sound asleep on a bench.
As soon as she saw him the girl rose eagerly, and coming to meet him, said:
"Good-day, monsieur—how are you?"
"Pretty well; and you?"
"I—oh, very well. How scarce you make yourself!"
"Yes. I have very little time to myself. I am a doctor, you know."
"Indeed! You never told me. If I had known that—I was out of sorts last week and I would have sent for you. What will you take?"
"A bock. And you?"
"I will have a bock, too, since you are willing to treat me."
She had addressed him with the familiar tu, and continued to use it, as if the offer of a drink had tacitly conveyed permission. Then, sitting down opposite each other, they talked for a while. Every now and then she took his hand with the light familiarity of girls whose kisses are for sale, and looking at him with inviting eyes she said:
"Why don't you come here oftener? I like you very much, sweetheart."
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