"But you cannot suppress yourself; you cannot allow her to come to you."
Frans was hurt. "What do you mean, Alice?"
"I want to remind you, dear friend, that you don't know Mary; you don't know the world she lives in. You are a bear from the backwoods."
"It may be that I am a bear. I don't deny that. But what if she should have become fond of a bear? One is not easily mistaken in such matters."
He would not allow his high hopes to be cast down. He came beseechingly towards her—even tried to embrace her; he was given to hugging.
"Come now, Frans; behave yourself. And remember, this is the second time you have disturbed me."
"You shall be disturbed. You shall not go on modelling your prisoner in there. Dear Alice, my own friend—you shall model my happiness."
"What more can I do for you than I have done?"
"You can procure me admission to the house."
"That is not such an easy matter."