"Not an hour!"
(She liked this still better!)
"Oh!"
"Not half an hour!"
"This is almost as bad as the duke; you are forcing me."
"If you do not answer yes or no at once, I"ll go back to Barscheit and trounce that fellow who struck me. I can do it now."
"Well--but only four days--"
"Hours! Think of riding together for ever!"--joyously taking a step nearer.
"I dare not think of it. It is all so like a dream. . . . Oh!"
bursting into tears (what unaccountable beings women are!)--"if you do not love me!"
"Don"t I, though!"
Then he started around the table in pursuit of her, in all directions, while, after the manner of her kind, she balked him, rosily, star-eyed.
They laughed; and when two young people laugh it is a sign that all goes well with the world. He never would tell just how long it took him to catch her, nor would he tell me what he did when he caught her.
Neither would I, had I been in his place!
"Here"s!" said the prince.
"It"s a great world," added the duke.
"For surprises," supplemented the prince. "Ho, Hans! A fresh candle!"
And the story goes that his serene Highness of Barscheit and his Highness of Doppelkinn were found peacefully asleep in the cellars, long after the sun had rolled over the blue Carpathians.