"Yes, Bruno."
"Did she look pretty?"
"As ever."
"Did she send me her love?"
"Of course."
"Do you know, Oswald, I think Aunt Berkow is quite fond of you?"
"Why, little fool?"
"She was always looking at you so the other evening--so very kindly--and I don't know how--but her eyes looked brighter--and she sometimes looks at me so, when she strokes my hair, and still it was not quite the same way."
"Ah, Bruno, you do not know what you are saying."
"I know it very well, but I cannot express it as well as you big, clever people. I was quite jealous of you that evening, for before that she was almost most kind to me. I should not know how Aunt Berkow looks when she is fond of somebody! I know it perfectly well!" said Bruno, defiantly.