I'm not the person you seem to think me.—
You look at my fingers: What see you in them?
Peer.
A nail-system somewhat extremely developed.
The Lean One.
And now? You are casting a glance at my feet?
Peer.
[Pointing.]
That's a natural hoof?
The Lean One.
So I flatter myself.
Peer.
[Raises his hat.]
I'd have taken my oath you were simply a parson;
And I find I've the honour. Well, best is best;—
When the hall door stands wide,—shun the kitchen way;
When the king's to be met with,—avoid the lackey.
The Lean One.
Your hand! You appear to be free from prejudice.
Say on then, my friend; in what way can I serve you?
Now you mustn't ask me for wealth or power;
I couldn't supply them although I should hang for it.
You can't think how slack the whole business is;—
Transactions have dwindled most pitiably.
Nothing doing in souls; only now and again
A stray one
