“Why, no, my daughter,” returned Ludwig with a broad smile; “he is somewhat past the age of matrimony. Nay, it is his nephew Rudolf.”
“Rudolf Kransberg!” again exclaimed Thyrza; “he wishes to marry me!”
“Even so,” rejoined Ludwig. “Does the idea surprise you?”
“I should as soon have expected the wooden soldier outside your summer-house to make love to me!”
“Nay, Thyrza,” said Mansen in a displeased tone, “this does not become you. He is a worthy youth, and deserves due consideration.”
“Well, but I may tell him, as soon as he comes—I suppose he is coming?”
“He comes to-day,” answered Ludwig.
“Well, then, I may tell him I can’t marry him, and there will be an end of it.”
“By no means; matters cannot be settled so hastily. Do you remember that he came over here about three months ago?”
“Oh yes, when we found out that George was at his uncle’s house. I remember that quite well.”