She no longer conversed as openly as before with the young journeyman.

She would sit and brood for hours together, and after such broodings she would frequently say to her aunt that one day she would richly requite her for her labour and trouble.
How Teresa used to tremble at these words! The girl was dreaming of riches.

The Evil One had shown her the whole world and said, "All this I will give thee: worship me." And it never occurred to her to reply, "Get thee hence, Satan!" The huntsman had laid his snare right well.
A feeling of gratitude often urged the girl to beg Dame Kramm to take her to this unknown benefactor, that she might express her burning thanks to her, and take further counsel of her.

She also wished to tell her aunt of the unselfish kindness of which she was the object.

These repeated entreaties drove the worthy old spinster at last into such a corner that she, one day, suddenly blurted out that this mysterious benefactor was not a woman, but a man, who wished to remain for ever in the background.
This discovery at first terrified Fanny greatly; but subsequently it tickled her fancy all the more.