"That is very surprising!"
"Why so?"
"I thought I noticed a resemblance."
"Ha, ha! resemblances!" exclaimed the dwarf with a harsh laugh; "wait a moment. Just look at this wooden snuff-box that lies beside the plaster greyhound! It represents my ancestor, Hanswurst. He has a nose like an extinguisher, and a sharp chin, while I have a flat nose and an agreeable mouth; and yet this does not prevent my being his great-great-grandson."
"No, certainly not."
"Well, it is the same with the Nidecks. They may have certain characteristics in common with Elfreda, but Huldine is the head of the line. Look at this genealogical tree, monsieur. Have I not informed you correctly?"
Then we separated,—Knapwurst and I,—the best of friends.