best accustomed this would have been enormously successful, but this company of maids in neat uniforms and footmen in white cotton stockings was an audience he did not understand. He was clearing his throat to make some general salutation when Romsteck advanced upon him sombrely with a whisk brush and dusted off his coat.
"The Herr President's trousers," he said sharply, and a footman knelt down to rearrange the drape of those garments.
"I'm afraid they're too long," said the President bashfully. "Please, Major, do not trouble yourself—I must shorten my suspenders." He looked round unhappily, almost fearing they would insist on his doing so immediately.
"The Grand Duke always liked to have his trousers adjusted when he came in from outdoors," said Romsteck.
"I believe I arrived sooner than you expected."
"It is of no consequence," said Romsteck. "Your apartments are in readiness. Now, Herr
