You mean Alexander," replied the girl.
Master Boltay stopped short, although there was nothing very extraordinary in the fact that the girl knew his secret.

Both of them hung upon Fanny's next words.
"Poor Alexander!" sighed the girl.
"Why are you sorry ?" "Because he loves me.

Why cannot he find a better, more reliable girl than I, to make him happy ?" "Then you don't want to marry him ?" asked the old man, sadly.
"If it would give you any pleasure, I am ready to marry him." "Give me pleasure, indeed! I want you to please yourself, girl.

The lad is such a worthy fellow, that seek as you like you will not find a better.

He is no mere blockhead, like the ordinary workman; he has travelled in foreign parts, he can stand up before anybody; and then he loves you so much." "I know; I admit it.