boudoir, the room in which she used to entertain quite intimate friends and to make tea with her own hands. Klaus Heinrich watched her as she washed out the tea-pot with hot water and put the tea in with a silver spoon.
"And Albrecht … is he coming?" he asked with an involuntarily restrained voice.
"I hope so," she said, bending attentively over the crystal tea-caddy, as if to avoid spilling any tea (and he too avoided looking at her). "I have of course asked him, Klaus Heinrich, but you know he cannot bind himself. It depends on his health whether he comes. I'm making our tea at once, for Albrecht will drink his milk.… Possibly too Jettchen may look in for a bit to-day. You will enjoy seeing her again. She's so lively, and has always got such a lot to tell us."
"Jettchen" meant Fraulein von Isenschnibbe, the Princess's friend and confidant. They had been on Christian-name terms since they were children.
"In armour, too, as usual?" said Ditlinde, placing the filled teapot on its stand and examining her brother. "In uniform as usual, Klaus Heinrich?"
He stood with heels together and rubbed his left hand, which was cold, on his chest with his right.
"Yes, Ditlinde, I like it, I'd rather. It fits so tight, you see, and it braces me up. Besides, it is cheaper, for a proper civil wardrobe runs into a terrible lot of money, I believe, and Schulenburg is always going on about how dear things are, without that. So I manage with two or three coats, and yet can show myself in my rich relations' houses."
"Rich relations!" laughed Ditlinde. "Still some way off that, Klaus Heinrich!"
They sat down at the tea-table, Ditlinde on a sofa, Klaus Heinrich on a chair opposite the window.
"Rich relations!" she repeated, and the subject obviously excited her. "No, far from it; how can we expect
