“Your mozzer is a vise old lady, Alicia; but we do not zink ze same on all opinions.”
“She will be exceedingly displeased if you—well, if you do anything that she THOROUGHLY disapproves of.”
The Baron left the window and took his wife's plump hand affectionately within his own broad palm.
“You can assure her, my love, zat I shall never do vat she dislikes. You vill say zat to her if she inquires?”
“Can I, truthfully?”
“Ach, my own dear!”
From his enfolding arms she whispered tenderly—
“Of course I will, Rudolph!”
With a final hug the embrace abruptly ended, and the Baron hastily glanced at his watch.
“Ach, nearly had I forgot! I must go to ze club for half an hour.”