Once he had started, Hermann was too dogged thus to be retarded.
"It's chust de same old fafor," he pleaded, as, with a great creaking of brakes, the train began to swing upon the Bridge. "Now I god my new tshob, Katie, there gan't for nod hafin' our veddin' be no good reason, gan dere?"
"There's one," she said, still delighting in her coquetry; "there's one reason."
"Vat is 't?"
"Its name is Father Kelly."
"Katie, you von't led dot gount!"
"I will so."
"Und I haf to gome into your church, und—und all dem d'ings?"
"You do that."
Hermann squirmed; but he knew of old that from this point she was neither to be persuaded nor driven. It was a discussion that they had held many a time before, and every time she would give him no answer to his suit until he should surrender in this particular. Now, however, he considered himself about to set foot upon the highroad to prosperity, and the prosperous can ill afford to skimp magnanimity.