"Exactly so. Am I right?"
"Perfectly. But now tell me why said lady must necessarily have brown hair and brown eyes?"
"As far as I recollect, I have only spoken of dark hair and dark eyes; but if you have a decided preference for brown, Bemperlein----"
"Preferences" said Bemperlein, almost anxiously "I have a preference! What do you mean?"
"Bemperlein, you blush! That is a very suspicious sign. Do not you think so too, Franz?"
"Very suspicious," replied Franz. "I propose that the accused be examined most rigorously, and persuaded by every available means to make an open and full confession."
"Yes, he must confess! he shall confess!" cried the overjoyous girl, clapping her hands; "he shall give an account of that treacherous redness on his cheeks. Accused! I ask you, upon your conscience, do you know a lady with brown hair and brown eyes?"
"But how can you ask me that, Miss Sophie?" replied Mr. Bemperlein, blushing deeper than before.
"Let your words be Yea, yea! or Nay, nay! accused, and nothing else!"
"Well then, I have!" said Bemperlein, laughing.