"At this time."
"Good-night."
"Good night."
And the gnome disappeared up the chimney.
The Count von Krappentrapp hurried off without loss of time to communicate to the lovely Bertha the splendid fate in store for her.
"Lady Bertha," said he, "I come to you with a magnificent proposal."
"Now, Krappentrapp," said Bertha, "don't be a donkey. Once for all, I will not have you."
"I am not alluding to myself; I am speaking on behalf of a friend."
"O, any friend of yours, I'm sure," began Bertha politely.
"Thanks, very much."
"Would be open to the same objection as yourself. He would be repulsive."
"But he is magnificent!"
"He would be vicious."
"But he is virtuous!"
"He would be insignificant in rank and stature."
"He is a prince of unexampled proportions!"
"He would be absurdedly poor."
"He is fabulously wealthy!"
"Indeed?" said Bertha; "your story interests me." (She was intimately acquainted with German melodrama.) "Proceed."
"This prince," said Krappentrapp, "has heard of you, has seen you, and consequently has fallen in love with you."
