bered the controversy between the Prussian Government and the Archbishop of Cologne upon mixed marriages.) When Frau Lenore heard that by marrying a Russian nobleman, her daughter would herself become of noble rank, she evinced a certain satisfaction. 'But, of course, you will first have to go to Russia?'
'Why?'
'Why? Why, to obtain the permission of your Tsar.'
Sanin explained to her that that was not at all necessary . . . but that he might certainly have to go to Russia for a very short time before his marriage—(he said these words, and his heart ached painfully. Gemma watching him, knew it was aching, and blushed and grew dreamy)—and that he would try to take advantage of being in his own country to sell his estate . . . in any case he would bring back the money needed.
'I would ask you to bring me back some good Astrakhan lambskin for a cape,' said Frau Lenore. 'They're wonderfully good, I hear, and wonderfully cheap!'
'Certainly, with the greatest pleasure, I will bring some for you and for Gemma!' cried Sanin.
'And for me a morocco cap worked in silver,' Emil interposed, putting his head in from the next room.
142
