Now, I am so German, this offence is especially mine.' I touched her horse's neck, and said, 'I have not seen it.' 'Yet you understand me.

You know me well.

How is that ?' The murmur of honest confession came from me: 'I have seen it!' She laughed.

'I bring you to be German, you see.

Could you forsake your England ?' 'Instantly, though not willingly.' 'Not regrettingly ?' 'Cheerfully, if I had my work and my--my friend.' 'No; but well I know a man's field of labour is his country.