A Toast to Tomorrow #230568

The servant's long wrinkled face assumed exactly the expression of a pained bloodhound, and he slid out of the room leaving the door ajar and admitting an icy draught. Now I've annoyed him, Franz always leaves the door Open when his feelings are hurt. Franz came back with a tall jug, put it on the table and prepared to leave, but his master said, Just a moment, took two glasses from the cupboard, filled them both and handed him one.