'Just what I told you. He's off to see that child. Off like the North wind!—and no more to be held.'
'That's nothing new. He never could be held. Pity we didn't name him
Boreas.'
'But do you see what he is doing?'
'No.'
'He is off to see that child.'
'That child to-day, and another to-morrow. He's a boy yet.'
'Hildebrand, I tell you there is danger.'
'Danger of what?'
'Of what you would not like.'
'My dear, young men do not fall dangerously in love with children. And that little girl is a child yet.'