Getbacktowork，there！“Indeed，he，theforeman，hadoutdoneallinhismanifestationsofdislikeforourfriendship，andasmonotonouslyasthoughhehadbeenmindedtorivaltherivuletasasongster，hehadhummedhispiousditties，orelseraisedhissnufflingvoicetosingthemwithanever-importunatemeasureofinsistence，sothatalldaylongthosedittieshadbeencoursingtheirwayinamurky，melancholy-compellingflood。Indeed，astheforemanhadsteppedcautiouslyonthinlegsfromstonetostoneduringhisceaselessinspectionoftheworkofhismen，hehadcometoseemtohaveforhisobjectthedescribingofaninvisible，circularpath，asameansofsegregatingusmoresecurelythaneverfromthesocietyofthecarpenters。
Personally，however，Ihadnodesiretoconversewithhim，forhisfrozeneyeschilledandrepelledmeandfromthemomentwhenIhadapproachedhim，andseenhimfoldhishandsbehindhim，andrecoilastepasheinquiredwithsuppressedsternness，“Whatdoyouwant？“therehadfallenawayfrommeallfurtherambitiontolearnthenatureofthesongswhichhesang。
Theex-soldiergazedathimresentfully，thensaidwithanoath:
“Theoldwizardandpilferer！Takemywordforitthatalumpofpietylikethathasgotaprettystoreputawaysomewhere。“
Whereafter，ashelithispipeandsquintedinthedirectionofthecarpenters，headdedwithstifledwrath: