"It is nine o'clock, Fräulein. Young laties do not go out alone at that time."
"Let me pass!" her eyes blazed; she stamped her foot. "What business is it of yours? How dare you stop me!" she said haughtily.
"I am frightened," he declared simply, "but I dare because I see you are young and a little girl who does not understand—"
"But I must go, Herr Schmidt! Please, oh, please don't stop me! It is important—"
"Poor little one, no, I will not stop you. I will kom also."
He moved aside and began to open the door.
She said coldly, "It—it is a private matter!"
"Zen take your bruzzer, Fräulein."
"He is out."
"Zen I know. See, I will be blind, Fräulein. I will be deaf. I see noting. I hear noting. I do but take care of you, Fräulein, hein?"