"I hope it does! I should think your conscience would burn you, deceiving a poor girl with all sorts of promises and prospects and then backing out in this way!"
"Good heavens, Marie, I am only nineteen years old."
"Well, what then?"
"I must serve somewhere else for a time, and then----"
"Well, and then?" with another wet cloth on his shoulders.
"Good heavens! You might be a little more careful, Marie."
"You might be a little more careful! Well, what then?"
"Then, I must get me a farm; and all that will take ten years or more."
"Well, and then?" pursued Marie Möller, with truly infamous persistency.
"And then," stammered Fritz finally, in his distress, "by that time, you will be too old for me."