"If I am right, you mounted our narrow stairs to seek a wife and, when my father returns, you will ask for my hand." "That I will," the young knight declared with eager positiveness.

"Your 'Yes' or 'No,' Wawerl, is to me the decree of Fate, to which even the gods submit without opposition." "Indeed ?" she answered, uttering the word slowly, with downcast eyes.
Then suddenly drawing herself to her full height, she added with a graver manner than he had ever seen her wear: "It is fortunate that I have learned the stories of the gods which are so popular in the Netherlands.

If any one else should come to me with such pretences, I would scarcely believe that he had honest intentions.

You are in earnest, Wolf, and wish to make me your wife.

But 'Yes' and 'No' can not be spoken as quickly as you probably imagine.