“Y-e-s.”
I wonder if Christian was likely to melt too.
“He is leaving school, and will certainly not return after the holidays.”
“H-e-e i-i-s?”
“Yes, and for that reason, and also because there are not anything like so many to the pound as we had thought. Mint-drops are heavy. We’ve calculated everything, Franz and I.”
“Yes,” added little Franz, with the seriousness of one giving important advice in a time of great danger, “the things are very heavy at present. Feel this one; but you must give it back to me.”
Walter weighed the mint-drop on his finger and returned it conscientiously.
He found it heavy. Ah, in this moment he was so depressed that he would have found everything heavy.
Franz stuck the piece of candy into his mouth, and sucking at it continued:
“Yes, really, very heavy. These are the English drops, you know. And then there is something else, too, isn’t there, Gustave? The propriety, the respectability! Tell him, Gustave.”