But the other walked over them, unhesitant, with a certainty of step which chagrined the trapper.
By and by the vintner rose and bade his table-companion a good night.

He had not offered to buy anything, another sign puzzling to Carmichael.
This frugality was purely of the thrifty peasant.

But the vintner was not ungrateful, and he expressed many thanks.

On his way to the door he stopped, whispered into Gretchen's ear, and passed out into the black street.
"Either he is a fine actor, or he is really what he says he is." Carmichael was dissatisfied.

"I'll stake my chances on being president of the United States, which is safe enough as a wager, that this fellow is not genuine.