If that conceited simpleton--why, he is young enough to be my grandson--if he talks any such nonsense to you again you may tell him from me..." "You will tell him nothing," cried Herse, "for we can have nothing whatever to do with the Christian.

You are my own sister's child and I desire and order you--do you hear--to keep out of his way, if he ever tries to come near you again..." "Who is likely to find us here ?" said Dada.

"Besides, he has no such ideas and motives as you suppose.

It is what he calls my soul that he cares for and not myself; and he wanted to take me away, not to his own house, but to some man who would be the physician of my soul, he said.
I am generally ready enough to laugh, but what he said was so impressive and solemn, and so wonderfully earnest and startling that I could not jest over it.

At last I was more angry at his daring to speak to me in such a way than any of you ever thought I could be, and that drove him half mad.