I will see.

I like best the beer," he explained, turning sidewise to get out of the door, "but it is not the best for my figure.

I have a good conscience and a good digestion, and I eat and drink much.

But it is good to be happy." They made their way down to the restaurant car and seated themselves at a table together.
"You let me do the ordering," Herr Selingman insisted.

"The man here, perhaps, does not speak English.