“Hum!—countries are biggish places.”
“I don't care.”
“What will you give me to tell you where she is at this moment?”
“All I have in the world.”
“That is sufficient. Well, then, first assign me your estates; then fetch me an ordnance map of creation, and I will put my finger on her.”
“You little mocking fiend, you!”
“I am not. I'm a tall, beneficent angel; and I'll tell you where she is—for nothing. Keep your land: who wants it?—it is only a bother.”
“For pity's sake, don't trifle with me.”
“I never will, where your heart is interested. She is at Zutzig.”
“Ah, you good girl! She has written to you.”