The Count advanced towards them as he spoke.
“Your good opinion is of too little importance to induce me to disclaim or enter into any explanation,” she replied, turning quickly from him; and bowing slightly to Zedwitz, she disappeared through one of the entrances to the cloisters.
“Hameeltone, that is not fair play,” cried the latter, laughing; “your presence here was not expected.”
“You do not mean to say you came here to meet Mademoiselle Rosenberg?”
“And why not? You have met her sister here. Why may not I hope to be equally fortunate?”
“Because—because——”
“Because you’re handsome, and I’m ugly; you think I have no chance?”
“That was not what I meant. The difference between the sisters would rather form the obstacle——”
“Difference, indeed!” exclaimed Zedwitz.
“The difference is in intellect,” observed Hamilton; “in person they are extremely alike.”