I touched her horse's neck, and said, 'I have not seen it.'
'Yet you understand me. You know me well. How is that?'
The murmur of honest confession came from me: 'I have seen it!'
She laughed. 'I bring you to be German, you see. Could you forsake your
England?'
'Instantly, though not willingly.'
'Not regrettingly?'
'Cheerfully, if I had my work and my—my friend.'
'No; but well I know a man's field of labour is his country. You have your ambition.'
'Yes, now I have.'
She struck a fir-branch with her riding-whip, scattering flakes on my head. 'Would that extinguish it?'