"But I must throw somebody, or else I shall not be qualified. The women of that wonderful country of yours would look down on me."
"Throw me!" The Prince opened his arms, smiling. "I will let you!" he said.
"And despise me afterwards! No, Mr. Schnapp-dragon, I shall choose my own man, and throw him in my own way."
"And if you succeed?"
"Then—yes, then I will marry you."
"And if you fail?"
"Then I won't."
"H'm!" observed the Prince in easy-going tones, "you must have been very sure of him before you would say that!"
Charlotte opened her mouth to rebuke that brazen remark; and then shut it again.
"When do you do it?" went on Fritz, equable as ever. "Before I go?"