Of course! I told her that all that might be taken for granted with you.
BOLZ.
Confound it! That's what she thinks of me, is it? Tell me, Korb, Miss
Adelaide has many suitors, has she not?
KORB.
The sands of the sea are as nothing to it.
BOLZ (vexed).
But yet she can finally choose only one, I suppose.
KORB (slyly).
Correct! But which one? That's the question.