"Is he there, Osra? Is he there?"
"The poor man has fallen asleep in weariness," she answered. "But the priest is here, ready to marry us. Oh, Rudolf, I am so sorry for what I have done!"
"Girls are always mighty sorry, after it is done," remarked the King. "Wake him up, Osra."
At this moment the Miller of Hofbau sat up in his chair and gave a great sneeze; and by this sound the priest also was awakened. Osra came forward and stood between them. The miller looked at her, and tilted his red cap forward in order that he might scratch his head. Then he looked across to the priest, and said:
"It is she, Father. She has come."
The priest rubbed his hands together, and smiled uncomfortably.
"We waited two hours," said he, glancing at the clock. "See, it is three o'clock now."
"I am sorry you waited so long," said Osra, "but I could not come before. And—and now that I am come, I cannot" But here she paused in great distress and confusion, not knowing how to break her sad tidings to the Miller of Hofbau.
The miller drew his legs up under his chair, and regarded Osra with a grave air.
