And you, my dear, were you not angry too,--just a little ?" "I?
No.

Why should I be angry?
He was a very good teacher, for he knows whole volumes by heart; and he understands them too." Soon they talked of other things, and the baroness was very affectionate.

But though Hedwig saw that her friend was kind and most friendly, she could not forget the words that were in the air when she chanced to enter, nor could she quite accept the plausible explanation of them which the baroness had so readily invented.

For jealousy is the forerunner of love, and sometimes its awakener.

She felt a rival and an enemy, and all the hereditary combativeness of her Northern blood was roused.
Nino, who was in no small perplexity, reflected.