Such a reply, however, cannot deceive those who understand the language of the face and eyes.
One afternoon Marie stole noiselessly up to the observatory, and surprised Ludwig at the telescope.
"Let me see, too, Ludwig. Are you looking at something pretty?"
"Very pretty," answered Ludwig, giving place to the young girl.
Marie looked through the glass, and saw a farm-yard overgrown with weeds. On an inverted tub near the door of the cottage sat a little old grandmother teaching her grandchildren how to knit a stocking.
"Then you were not looking at our lovely neighbor," said Marie. "Why don't you look at her?"
"Because it is not necessary for me to know what she is doing."
Marie turned the telescope toward the manor, and persisted until she had found what she was looking for.
"How sad she looks!" she said to Ludwig.
But he paid no attention to her words.