"Thanks, that will do, you can go."

Now what did she mean by that trick? I thought she was trying to shame
me. She should not succeed; I was not going to have that to blush for.
And I said loudly and distinctly:

"I must point out to all here that this is either a mistake or a lie. I
have never so much as thought of giving the boatman five _daler_
for your shoe. I ought to have done so, perhaps, but up to now it has
not been done."

"Whereupon we shall continue the dance," she said, frowning. "Why aren't
we dancing?"

"She owes me an explanation of this," I said to myself, and watched for
an opportunity to speak with her. She went into a side room, and I
followed her.

"_Skaal_," I said, and lifted a glass to drink with her.

"I have nothing in my glass," she answered shortly.

But her glass was standing in front of her, quite full.

"I thought that was your glass."

"No, it is not mine," she answered, and turned away, and was in deep
conversation with someone else.

"I beg your pardon then," said I.