This slate was wiped out once the month;
that is to say, when remittances came from home. The night
following remittances was a glorious one both to Stuler and the
students. There were new scars, new subjects for debate, and
Stuler got rid of some of his prime tokayer. The politics of the
students was socialism, which is to say they were always
dissatisfied. Tourists seldom repeated their visits to Stuler's.
There was too much spilling of beer in laps, dumping of pipe ash
into uncovered steins, and knocking off of stiff hats.
It was in front of Old Stuler's that Maurice came to a pause. He
had heard of the place and the praise of its Hofbrau and Munich
beers. He entered. He found the interior dark and gloomy, though
outside the sun shone brilliantly. He ordered a stein of Hofbrau,
and carried it into the main hall, which was just off the bar-
room. It was much lighter here, though the hall had the tawdry
appearance of a theater in the day-time; and the motes swam
thickly in the beams of sunshine which entered through the half-
closed shutters. It was only at night that Stuler's was
presentable.
Scarcely a dozen men sat at the tables.
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