and Frau Innsbruck had just sat down to compare notes over a private glass of beer. The President put away his unlit pipe, which he had been fingering hopefully, and rose politely from his chair.
"Pardon me, Major, for disturbing you. I just wished to know, so I can make my calculations, what time will supper be?"
"Dinner is served, Herr President, at eight o'clock. The Grand Duke preferred it at that hour, which gave him plenty of time to dress."
The President was painfully startled. "Good God, did the man stay in bed all day long?"
Romsteck preserved an offended silence, which continued until Nyla came to the rescue.
"My father is accustomed to having onion soup for dinner. He counts on it very much. I suppose the chef—the chef would not mind, occasionally that is, preparing it for him?"
The butler seemed very much shocked.
"Onion soup, Fräulein? Did I understand you to say onion soup?"
