“You will know why I ask if you go to Schloss Rothenfels.”
“Why?”
“I say no more, dear May. I will leave you to form your own conclusions. I have seen that this fair head could think wisely and well under trying circumstances enough. I am rather glad that you are going to Lahnburg.”
“The question is—will you still be at Elberthal when I return?”
“I can not say. We had better exchange addresses. I am at Frau Schmidt’s again—my old quarters. I do not know when or how we shall meet again. I must see Friedhelm, and you—when you tell your friends, you will probably be separated at once and completely from me.”
“Well, a year is not much out of our lives. How old are you, Eugen?”
“Thirty-two. And you?”
“Twenty and two months; then you are twelve years older than I. You were a school-boy when I was born. What were you like?”
“A regular little brute, I should suppose, as they all are.”
“When we are married,” said I, “perhaps I may go on with my singing, and earn some more money by it. My voice will be worth something to me then.”