"BUT OF COURSE IT IS YOU, NILS OLOF! HOW YOU DO LOOK!"
THIS FINE GENTLEMENT THINKS I AM AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE HE MIGHT PERHAPS THROW ME A COUPLE OF LRONOR. THEREFORE I SHOULD NOT UNDECEIVE HIM ALL AT ONCE.
PLEASE BE OUR GUEST CAPTAIN VON STAHLE
THE IRONMASTER SENT HIS DAUGHTER, APPARENTLY HOPING THAT SHE WOULD HAVE BETTER POWERS OF PERSUASION THAN HE HIMSELF.
HE IS NOT NILS OLOF. I MISTOOK HIM FOR AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE
THE NEXT DAY WAS CHRISTMAS EVE, AND WHEN THE IRONMASTER CAME INTO THE DINING ROOM FOR BREAKFAST , THE GUEST ENTERED THE ROOM, AFTER BRING GROOMED AND DRESSED WELL
i'll call the sheriff
"it is not my fault, sir , i never pretended to be anything but a poor trader, but no harm has been done. at the worse i can put on my rags again and go away"
this whole world is nothing but a big rattrap. all the good things that are offered to you are nothing but cheese rinds and bits of pork, set out to drag a poor fellow into trouble.
i don't think we ought to chase away a human being whom we have asked to come here, and to whom we have promised christmas cheer.