'Is this true ?' she cried.
'I tell you a fact,' he asseverated.

'The trick is played.' 'I will never believe it,' she said.

'An order in her own hand?
I will never believe it, Heinrich.' 'I swear to you,' said he.
'O, what do you care for oaths--or I either?
What would you swear by?
Wine, women, and song?
It is not binding,' she said.

She had come quite close up to him and laid her hand upon his arm.

'As for the order--no, Heinrich, never! I will never believe it.