“Oh yes, very nice—yes—quite nice!” he replied, in an embarrassed tone of voice.
“Oh, indeed!” she said, glancing about her as if she were looking for something, which caused poor Schnorps to tremble again.
“What are you looking for, dear?”
She gazed at him in surprise. Dear? He had only called her so once before, and that was when he asked her if she would have him.
“Nothing—that is—where’s your new coat?”
“The coat,” he answered, shaking in his shoes; “what do you want it for?”
“I should like to put it away,” she said very gently.
“You needn’t do that. I put it where it belongs.”
“Where it belongs?” she asked in great excitement.
“Why yes,” replied Schnorps; “upstairs in the wardrobe.”