She turned aside from me, and hid her face with a wild gesture of despair that was really terrible to see.

I tried, honestly tried, to comfort her.
"Of one thing at least you may be sure." I said.

"Fritz's whole heart is given to your daughter.

He will be true to her, and worthy of her, through all trials." "I don't doubt it," she answered sadly, "I have nothing to say against my girl's choice.

Fritz is good, and Fritz is true, as you say.