Grandmother. No, my child.
The Disagreeable Young Man. But do tell me, grandma, did that story really happen in that way?
Grandmother. What story?
The Disagreeable Young Man. The night wander through the Friedrichsrode forest.
Grandmother. Certainly it happened.
The Disagreeable Young Man. Exactly as you told it? Are you quite sure that you remember all those details.
Grandmother. Yes. Why?
The Disagreeable Young Man. Oh, just so. I merely wanted to inquire, grandma.
Grandmother. But why did you want to?
The Disagreeable Young Man. I was just interested. Thank you very much. Do not let me disturb you further, grandma.