"Who forbade you; my--he?"
"Yes; the gnäd'ger Herr."
"So that's what you call him, eh?"
"Yes, gnäd'ger Junker."
"Call me, if you please, Herr, and not Junker. I am not Junker."
"Very well, gnäd'ger Herr."
"Herr, I say--simply Herr. Do you understand?"
"Yes, gnäd'ger Herr."
"Himmelkreuzdonnerwetter! Didn't I say you were to call me Herr, without any prefix?"
She trembled nervously at his oath; but when it dawned on her what he meant, a smile of pleasure illumined her face.