But, sir, we must nevertheless learn for the sake of what fairest fair we have each foregone sleep." "Then tell me, by your favour, your lady's colour," Wolff asked the Swiss.
The latter laughed gaily: "I am still putting that question to my saint." Then, noticing Wolff's shake of the head, he went on in a more serious tone: "If you will have a little patience, I hope I may be able to tell you, ere we part." This assurance also seemed to Wolff an enigma.

Who in the wide world would come from under the respectable Ortlieb roof, at this hour, to tell a stranger anything whatsoever concerning one of its daughters?
Neither could have given him the right to regard her as his lady, and steal at night, like a marten, around the house which contained his dearest treasure.

This obscurity was an offence to Wolff Eysvogel, and he was not the man to submit to it.

Yonder insolent fellow should learn, to his hurt, that he had made a blunder.
But scarcely had he begun to explain to Heinz that he claimed the right to protect both the daughters of this house, the younger as well as the older, since they had no brother, when the knight interrupted: "Oho! There are two of them, and she, too, spoke of a sister.

So, if it comes to sharing, sir, we need not emulate the judgment of Solomon.