there.

In a village it is very difficult to keep up appearances on fictitious
capital. Baden had joined the "Zollverein," and the old butcher's
occupation was gone likewise. Nevertheless, Florian continued to walk
about, erect and proud, in the fine clothes he had purchased in his
best days. He was always neatly brushed; and, though his boots were
soleless, the upper leathers shone as heretofore.

"They can look at my clothes, but not into my stomach," was his motto.

The watch with the silver seals he wore on Sunday only, having received
this privilege when he left it with old Gudel.

The fair at Horb brought another holiday for half the village. At
daybreak the old butcher was seen standing at Jacob's Well, while all
the farmers who passed on the road with their cattle asked him what
they weighed. He was delighted with this occupation, for it made him
feel as if he could buy them all himself; and, besides, he hoped that
one or the other would invite him to go to town. In this he was
disappointed, however,--poor fellow! He had handled so much fine meat
in his time, and for two weeks he had been compelled to put up with a
vegetable diet! Finding all his trouble in vain, he sighed heavily,
wiped the sweat from his forehead, went home to get his stick and walk
over to the fair on speculation, to look out for something to turn up.

Florian ran distractedly up and down the village. He met Crescence, who
was going to the fair with her father, but ran past them without
stopping to talk: he had not a copper, in his pocket. Whenever he met a
young man, he meditated asking him for a loan, but would stop himself
with "Oh, he won't give me any thing," or, "He hasn't much to spare,
and then I'd only have the shame of it." Thus he suffered one and
another to pass by. "What should I go to market for? They're not
selling me out there, and there's a great many not going besides
myself; but then that is because they don't want to, and I don't go
because I can't." It now seemed to him as if a joy never to be replaced
would be lost if he remained at home: he must go: every thing depended
upon it. With a flushed face and flashing eyes, he walked along the
village, constantly talking to himself. "There lives Jack the
blacksmith. I treated him ever so often at the bel-wether dance; but he
won't give me any thing, for all that. There's Koch the carpenter: he's
been abroad like myself. I'll go to him: it's the first time I'm so
familiar