"Treine!"
"Phê!" the small mouth makes a motion of disgust.
"Treinishe," he corrects himself.
She is not pleased yet.
"Treininyu!"
"No!"
"Well then—Treine my life, Treine my crown, Treine my heart—will that do?"
"Yes," she answers happily, "only—"
"What now, my life, my delight?"
"Only—listen, Yössele,—and—" she stammers.