"You are a good, true friend, Karl."
"Are you satisfied now?" Karl asked her, smiling. "You are not afraid of me, are you?"
"No; but there was something in my husband's voice that frightened me," Olga answered. "He knows what we were to each other, and when he was leaving us here alone I think it made him feel uncomfortable. We aren't in love any more, are we, Karl?"
"No, of course not."
"And it is sweet to think that we have not entirely forgotten old times, isn't it?"
"Yes," he answered absently.
"And, of course, if we loved each other still you would not marry, would you, Karl?"
"Of course not," he said shortly.
"Now you will get married and you will be very, very happy. And I, too, shall be happy, because I want you to marry, and I myself have chosen a sweet, clever girl for you."
"Exactly," Karl acquiesced dryly.