of my friends. You make me curious about Herr--"

"Haber."

"You must introduce him to us."

"He would be most happy."

Loulou now knew more about Wilhelm than she had hitherto known of
any man in the world. Only on one point was she unenlightened, and
this she hastened to clear up on the following day, when they were
looking for berries in the wood.

"You asked me if my heart had been touched yet. Would it be right if
I were to ask you the same question?"

"The question seems very natural to me--I can truthfully assure you
I have never been in love, not even with a pastor with long hair."

"And has no one been in love with you?"

Wilhelm looked at the distance, and said dreamily:

"No; yet once--"

She felt a little stab at her heart, and said:

"Quick, tell me about it."

"It is a wonderful story--it happened in Moscow."