"Oh! sir, because she does not come with you? That is the very reason, because she cares so much."
"How do you make that out?"
"I remember the day I brought you that water, sir, how I was afraid to stay, although I would have given everything to stay and look at your face; and I ran away so fast because of that."
"Oh, Carlomein, hush! or you must make me vain. I wonder very much why you do like me; but, pray, let it be so."
"Like you!" I exclaimed, as we moved along the corridor, "you are all music,—you must be; for I knew it before I had heard you play."
"They do say so. I wonder whether it is true," said he, laughing a bright, sudden laugh, as brightly sounding as his smile was bright to gaze on. "We shall all know some time, I suppose. Now, Carlomein, what am I to say to this master of yours about you? For here we are at the door, and there is he inside."
"Pray, sir, say what you like, and nothing if you like, for I don't care whether he storms or not."
"'Storms' is a very fine word; but, like our thunder, I expect it will go off very quietly. How kind it was not to thunder and lighten much, and to leave off so soon!"
"Oh! I am so glad. I hate thunder and lightning."
"Do you? and yet you ran for me. Thank you for another little lesson."