She answered nothing to this, but pouted and wagged her head a little from side to side.
"It was an absorbing inspection," he went on. "A regular eye-opener."
She looked at him with her big black eyes, then said quickly and lightly in her broken voice: "Yes, to a certain extent.…"
He ventured on the question: "I hope you are pleased with Schloss Delphinenort?"
To which she answered with a pout: "Oh, why not? It's quite a convenient house.…"
"Do you like being there better than at New York?" he asked. And she answered:
"Just as much. It's much the same. Much the same everywhere."
That was all. Klaus Heinrich, and one pace behind him Herr von Braunbart, stood with their hands to their helmets as the chauffeur slipped his gear in and the motor car shivered and started.
It may be imagined that this meeting did not long remain the private property of the Dorothea Hospital; on the contrary, it was the general topic of conversation before the day was out. The Courier published, under a sentimental poetical heading, a detailed description of the rencontre, which, without too violent a departure from the exact truth, yet succeeded in making such a powerful impression on the public mind, and evoked symptoms of such lively interest, that the vigilant newspaper was induced to keep a watchful eye for the future on any further rapprochements between the Spoelmann and Grimmburg houses. It could not report much.
It remarked a couple of times that his Royal Highness Prince Klaus Heinrich, when walking through the promenade after a performance at the Court Theatre, had stopped for a moment at the Spoelmanns' box to greet the
