“Now is my time!” said the Devil; and he slipped round to the window. Giuseppa was still fretting and fuming, and invoking Luxehale at the top of her voice.
“Here I am!” said Luxehale. “Will you come back with me, and leave this stupid loafer?”
“What you there!” cried Giuseppa, rushing to the window, and kissing him. “Of course I’ll go with you. Take me away!”
“All right; jump down!” said Luxehale, helping her over the window-sill. Giuseppa threw herself into his arms, and away they walked. Arrived outside the town, Luxehale lifted her up, spread his black bat’s wings, and carried her off.
“Go through the Fleimserthal and the Fassathal,” said Giuseppa; “I’ve got something to show you there.”
“Any thing to please you!” answered Luxehale.
“Oh, it’s not to please me!” cried Giuseppa, taking offence.
“Now don’t begin again; it won’t do with me!” replied Luxehale, with a sternness he had never before exercised. “Mind, I don’t mean to allow any more of it.”
“Oh, if that’s to be it,” said Giuseppa, “I’ll go back again to Pangrazio.”
“No, you won’t!” replied Luxehale; “you don’t go back any more, I’ll take good care of that! And now, what did you want to come by the Fassathal for?”