Dear Anton, put it out of your head.

You do not know my cousin Ziska.

That he has it in his own hands I am now sure." "And I, Nina, am sure that it is here in the Kleinseite--or at least am sure that he thinks it to be so.

The question now is this: Will you obey me in what directions I may give you concerning it ?" Nina could not bring herself to give an unqualified reply to this demand on the spur of the moment.

Perhaps it occurred to her that the time for such implicit obedience on her part had hardly yet come--that as yet at least she must not be less true to her father than to her lover.