And, O Lord, I declare I hope your Highness will forgive me,' the girl added.

'I can't keep it in my mind.' 'No more can I,' cried Otto.

'That is just what they complain of!' They made a loverly-looking couple; only the heavy pouring of that horse-tail of water made them raise their voices above lovers' pitch.
But to a jealous onlooker from above, their mirth and close proximity might easily give umbrage; and a rough voice out of a tuft of brambles began calling on Ottilia by name.

She changed colour at that.

'It is Fritz,' she said.