“Wonderfully beautiful!”

“No, not that. That’s insincere. Dorothy is beautiful. I’m only a hübsches mädel—a pretty maid. Do you like me, Bertram?”

“Very much.”

“You don’t hate me because I’m German?”

“I’ve finished with hate.”

“Do you love me a little?”

He laughed at her audacity.

“What do you mean by love?”

“I can only tell by what I feel.”

“How’s that?”