A few moments afterward, Zacharias lifting his head, as though awakening from a dream, asked him:
“What is your name?”
“Karl Imnant, Monsieur.”
“What is your business?”
“My father hopes to obtain the position of a forester in the Grinderwald for me.”
There was a long silence and Zacharias looked at the young man with an envious eye.
“And she loves you?” he asked in a broken voice.
“Oh, yes, Monsieur; we love each other devotedly.”
And Zacharias, letting his eyes fall on his thin legs and his hands wrinkled and veined, murmured:
“Yes, she ought to love him; he is young and handsome.”