Yes, even Benoni showed him this respect, stepping forward to greet him.
She herself had christened him Benoni, son of the woeful lament.
I suddenly felt that Benoni had turned the tables upon me, I could not tell how.
The compliment was perfectly sincere, and Benoni's face beamed with pleasure.
"So we are left all alone to-day, countess," remarked Benoni, blowing rings of smoke in the quiet air.
"You cannot get out,—I have the key in my pocket," said Benoni, without stopping.
You do not seriously mean that her father is trying to make her marry Benoni?
"It will seem little enough to-morrow, I dare say," replied Benoni.
"That they will spring up again stronger than before," she replied, then at a signal from Benoni, rose and left the feast.
A week passed, then a fortnight, and I had heard nothing from Benoni.