My lover assassinated, where could I be but with him ?' Her little Ann coming in with chocolate and strips of fine white bread to dip in it stopped my efforts to explain the distinction between an assassination and a duel.

I noticed then the likeness of Aennchen to Lieschen.
'She has a sister here,' said Ottilia; 'and let her bring Lieschen to visit me here this afternoon.' Aennchen, with a blush, murmured, that she heard and would obey.

I had a memorable pleasure in watching my beloved eat and drink under my roof.
The duel remained incomprehensible to her.

She first frightened me by remarking that duels were the pastime of brainless young men.

Her next remark, in answer to my repeated attempts to shield my antagonist from a capital charge: 'But only military men and Frenchmen fight duels!' accompanied by a slightly investigating glance of timid surprise, gave me pain, together with a flashing apprehension of what she had forfeited, whom offended, to rush to the succour of a duellist.