"
Then, seeing my look puzzled, he laughed and added:--
"'Tis a great English poet says that, Gretchen, in one of his plays."
Here a shrill trumpet-call in the court-yard, followed by the prolonged
roll of many drums, warned me that evening parade was called, and that as
soon as it was over my father would be home and looking for me. So I
started up, and put out my hand to say good-bye.
Monsieur Maurice took it between both his own.
"I don't like parting from you so soon, little Maedchen," he said. "Will you
come again to-morrow?"
"Every day, if you like!" I replied eagerly.
"Then every day it shall be; and--let me see--you shall improve my bad
German, and I will teach you French."
I could have clapped my hands for joy. I was longing to learn French, and I
knew how much it would also please my father; so I thanked Monsieur Maurice
again and again, and ran home with a light heart to tell of all the wonders
I had seen.
4
From this time forth, I saw him always once, and sometimes twice a day--in
the afternoons, when he regularly gave me the promised French lesson; and
occasionally in the mornings, provided the weather was neither too cold nor
too damp for him to join me in the grounds.
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