We have ever judged and acted for ourselves, and it is
hard to us not to do so still, when our minds are chafed."
"Friedel," said Ebbo, sternly, "I will have no pardon asked for
maintaining my mother's cause. Do not thou learn to be smooth-
tongued."
"O thou wrong-headed boy!" half groaned Master Gottfried. "Why did
not all this fall out ten years sooner, when thou wouldst have been
amenable? Yet, after all, I do not know that any noble training has
produced a more high-minded loving youth," he added, half relenting
as he looked at the gallant, earnest face, full of defiance indeed,
but with a certain wistful appealing glance at "the motherling,"
softening the liquid lustrous dark eye. "Get thee gone, boy, I would
not quarrel with you; and it may be, as Friedel says, that we are
best out of one another's way. You are used to lord it, and I can
scarce make excuses for you."
"Then," said Ebbo, scarce appeased, "I take home my mother, and you,
sir, cease to favour Kasimir's suit."
"No, Sir Baron. I cease not to think that nothing would be so much
for your good.
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