'How, darling?
'We leave Cologne to-morrow.'
'Ah! why so soon?'
'It is the resolve of my aunt.'
'And for where, darling?'
'Aix-la-Chapelle.'
Her lover's features brightened as she said this.
'Well, my own one, I shall be there in a few days,' he whispered cheerfully; 'and if we are prudent, and watch well our opportunities, it will indeed be a very remarkable thing if we don't meet as often as we may desire.'
'But my cousin—this most odious fiancé—Heinrich von Frankenburg, joins us in a week from Potsdam, where, I understand, his regiment is stationed.'
'I have seen Frankenburg, and know that he has the reputation of being dangerously handsome; but I thought he was on leave of absence?'