Ludwig Tieck,
The Pictures — 5
(1822)
“ Canst thou then love me?— I wish thee well from my very heart, my old playmate, said Sophia: but for all that, we are not happy yet.— What can there be still in our way? cried Edward. Oh! how deeply am I ashamed, to have been capable of mistaking so grossly your generous father! How kindly he meets my wishes! How cordially he presses me to his bosom as his son!— Ay, thou strange creature, said Sophia, laughing, but his caresses were not meant so. But the man will never reflect as long as he lives, and immediately begins to reckon without his host! ”
