"What motive?" said Theresa.
"That I may be rich enough to marry you."
Theresa turned very red, and then burst out laughing.
"Franz," said she, "don't deceive yourself about that, for I'll not deceive you! I would not marry you if you were made of money. I must have a husband of quite another sort—"
"Rudolf, in short," cried Franz, angrily.
"We are not talking of Rudolf," returned Theresa, turning yet redder. "There are some people that never can believe you don't like them, without it's being the fault of somebody else, instead of their own. If I had never seen any other young man in the world, Franz, I should not choose to marry you."
"Oh, come, now, Theresa!—"
"It's the truth! You have not those qualities which I love."
"What are those qualities?" said Franz, very crustily.