You were still like that, eh?
Is it true, eh ?" Her eyes pressed for an answer, and she raised her hands to his shoulders and began shaking him in order to extract the desired confession.
"Without doubt," he at last made answer gravely.
Thereupon she again sank down at his feet.

She was shaking with uproarious laughter, and she stuttered and dealt him little slaps.
"No, it's too funny! There's no one like you; you're a marvel.

But, my poor pet, you must just have been stupid! When a man doesn't know--oh, it is so comical! Good heavens, I should have liked to have seen you! And it came off well, did it?
Now tell me something about it! Oh, do, do tell me!" She overwhelmed him with questions, forgetting nothing and requiring the veriest details.

And she laughed such sudden merry peals which doubled her up with mirth, and her chemise slipped and got turned down to such an extent, and her skin looked so golden in the light of the big fire, that little by little the count described to her his bridal night.

He no longer felt at all awkward.