belongings had been fetched away—and I like cosiness in a room. During my walk home I made up my mind to give Bastians another chance, for I don’t like driving anyone out into the street.
Now comes Stern’s first week. It is self-evident that much in it does not please me. But I have to abide by article two, and the Rosemeyers have approved of it. I believe they butter up Stern because he has an uncle in Hamburg who is in sugar.
Shawlman had indeed called. He had seen Stern, and explained to him some words and things which he did not understand. I mean which Stern did not understand. I must now ask the reader to wade through the next chapters, then later on I again promise something more solid, from myself, Batavus Drystubble, coffee-broker, Last & Co., Laurier Canal, No. 37.
