"Besides, we were not engaged; all was over between us." "I'm very glad to hear that," replied Fritz.

"It would have been dastardly on his part otherwise! But, would you like to keep the dog for his sake, Fraulein Vogelstein?
I have got no claim to him, you know." "Oh dear no, I would not like to deprive you of him for the world, much as I love the poor faithful fellow.

Why, he would think nobody was his proper master if he were constantly changing hands like this!" "Poor old Gelert!" said Fritz; and the dog, hearing himself talked about, here raised himself up again from his recumbent attitude by the side of the bed and thrust his black nose into the hand of his master, who tried feebly to caress him.
"`Fritz,' you mean," corrected Miss Madaleine, determined to have her point about his right name.
"Well, if you call him so, I shall think you mean me," said Fritz jokingly, as well as his feeble utterance would permit his voice to be expressive.

He wanted, however, to imply much more than the mere words.
"That would not be any great harm, would it ?" she replied with a little smile, her tears of sorrow at Armand de la Tour's untimely fate having dried up as quickly as raindrops disappear after a shower as soon as the sun shines out again; however, she apparently now thought the conversation was becoming a little too personal, for she proceeded to ply the invalid with more soup in order to stop his mouth and prevent him from replying to this last speech of hers!.