From this you may judge of the rest.
“You did well to bring me here,” said Esther. “It will take me a week to get used to my home and not to look like a parvenu in it——”
“My home! Den you shall accept it?” cried the Baron in glee.
“Why, of course, and a thousand times of course, stupid animal,” said she, smiling.
“Animal vas enough——”
“Stupid is a term of endearment,” said she, looking at him.
The poor man took Esther’s hand and pressed it to his heart. He was animal enough to feel, but too stupid to find words.
“Feel how it beats—for ein little tender vort——”
And he conducted his goddess to her room.
“Oh, madame, I cannot stay here!” cried Eugenie. “It makes me long to go to bed.”