"I thank you, my Herr!"
"But you shall not escape me thus! You penetrated much too far into the Royal Forest; I am a sort of assistant to the chief Forester, and must enquire about your antecedents. If I have understood the echo of these beech-aisles correctly, your name reminds one of Paradise, and it shall also remind me of it."
"I am called Eva, my Herr."
"Yet we no longer live in those primitive days when a Christian name sufficed to prove our identity before the Creator and created."
"My name is Eva Kalzow!"
"And your father?"
"Regierungsrath."
"How prosaic! One meets a fairy in the wood, and her father is a Regierungsrath! And now, you live--"
"In Warnicken, my Herr!"
"Thank you; the enquiry is closed, so far as I am concerned. I am an official personage, who has neither the duty nor the right to introduce himself by name. Think that I am the wild huntsman who traverses the woods at night with black hounds and halloes, but by day escorts lovely women. I shall not, however, place the campanula in my herbarium, but in a vase of fresh water, where bouquets of sweet recollections bloom. Farewell, my Fräulein!"