"Now," said the girl, "here is the return train. I must go home.
Good-night."
"Wait," said Christophe. "And the fare, what did you do about that?"
"Lorchen gave it me."
"Take this," said Christophe, pressing a few pieces of money into her hand.
He held her back as she was trying to go.
"And then…." he said.
He stooped and kissed her cheeks. The girl affected to protest.
"Don't mind," said Christophe jokingly. "It was not for you."
"Oh! I know that," said the girl mockingly. "It was for Lorchen."
It was not only Lorchen that Christophe kissed as he kissed the little milkmaid's chubby cheeks; it was all Germany.