untidy eater and resolved that he must not be placed too near Frau Quackenbush at the state dinner. They might have given me, he reflected bitterly, at least one Cabinet member who could be trusted to make a pleasing impression on our foreign creditors.
As he escorted Herr Leutz to the door, Guadeloupe was thinking secretly of a nap. He was weary, and would need all possible freshness for the evening. Romsteck was not visible, and the President had a mental picture of stealing upstairs, removing his boots, and stretching out for a recuperative hour. But at that moment Lorli appeared, and curtsied charmingly.
"I'm sorry, Herr President, but it's time for you and the Herr Minister to take the dancing lesson."
"Dancing lesson?" ejaculated the President. "What on earth do you mean?"
"Colonel Cointreau left positive orders that after lunch you and Herr Leutz were to practise in the ballroom."
