You will see how soon you will get accustomed to it.

And if not, then I am ready to go with you to the ends of the earth--to the Black Forest--wherever you will.

Only try it, Wilhelm--have pity on me." He stooped to lift her up, but reading in his eyes that he was yielding, she sprang to her feet and threw herself, gleeful as a child, upon his breast.

Her victory filled her with such joy she could have shouted it out of the windows.

She coaxed and fondled Wilhelm, called him by every endearing name, drew him over to the long mirror that he might see how handsome he was, dragged him into his room and then back into the bedroom, and required a considerable time to recover her self-control.
Meanwhile it had grown dark.