He had scarcely spoken of the wine, when Grete came up with it in a tall white measure, a modest and pleased smile on her face. "She does not smile like that to the young Mr. Schoolmaster," whispered one keeper to another. "Our Gretchen has her favourites." "God give her courage if she marries Hermann!" said the other. "He will drive her as we drive the roe." "Nonsense! Hermann Löwe is an infant with women. You should see how his sister-in-law in Donaueschingen manages him." At this moment the schoolmaster, whom nobody had noticed, came forward and said to his rival— "How do you find yourself, Hermann Löwe?" "Ah, right well, Herr Schulmeister," replied the other, giving him a hearty grasp of the hand. "And I’ll tell you what I’ve got for you in my box. I looked for all the beetles, and creeping things, and butterflies I could in England, and all the strange ones I have brought for you, with a fine big pin run through their body." "You are very kind, Hermann Löwe." "No, I’m not. You did a good turn to my sister-in-law’s child when he was nearly dead with eating those berries—that’s all. And do you still read as much, and gather beetles yourself? Now, look here—I must have all the lads in the neighbourhood to drive for me in the morning, and they’ll have to work hard, for the Herr Graf is not a patient man, and he gets angry if there are not plenty of bucks; and so, if the boys are too tired to go to the evening school—you understand?" Gersbach nodded. "And the Herr Graf will be pleased if you come with us yourself, Gersbach," added Hermann. Later in the evening the Count’s party came round to visit the inn. By this time Hermann had gone; but there still remained a few of the keepers, who, on seeing the Count, politely rose from their seats. "Nein," said the Count, in a lordly way, "eh—ah—sitzen sie, gute freundin—eh, freunde—und wie sind Sie, Herr Halm und sein Tochter?" Halm, with admirable gravity, replied to the Count as if his highness’s manner and grammar had quite impressed the poor innkeeper. "Very well indeed, Herr Graf; and Grete, she will be here this moment. I understand you are going to shoot to-morrow morning, Herr Graf; I hope you will have much sport." "He says the deer are very plentiful," observed the Count, oracularly, to Annie Brunel. "So you really must come with us to-morrow and see our luck." "Are these roe-deers’ horns?" the young lady asked. "Pray ask him how he came to have so many. Did he shoot them all himself?" The Count turned, with rather an uncomfortable expression, towards the innkeeper, and said (in German)— "The lady loves to know if—you have—everything shot."