You make me curious about Herr--" "Haber." "You must introduce him to us." "He would be most happy." Loulou now knew more about Wilhelm than she had hitherto known of any man in the world.

Only on one point was she unenlightened, and this she hastened to clear up on the following day, when they were looking for berries in the wood.
"You asked me if my heart had been touched yet.

Would it be right if I were to ask you the same question ?" "The question seems very natural to me--I can truthfully assure you I have never been in love, not even with a pastor with long hair." "And has no one been in love with you ?" Wilhelm looked at the distance, and said dreamily: "No; yet once--" She felt a little stab at her heart, and said: "Quick, tell me about it." "It is a wonderful story--it happened in Moscow." "But you were only a child then ?" "Yes, and she who loved me was a child too.

She was four years old." "Ah," said Loulou, with an involuntary sigh of relief.
"When I was about ten years old I was sitting one sunny autumn afternoon in the yard of our house on a little stool, and was deep in a story of pirates.

Suddenly a shadow fell on my book.