Ah, Wetter, but you had an audience fit though small! I read it—I read it all. I, in my study at Artenberg; I, alone. My mind leaped with yours; my lips bent to the curve of yours. Surely you spoke to please me, Wetter? To show that one man knew? To display plainest truth by the medium of a giant's lies? I could interpret. The language was known to me; the irony was after my own heart.
"It's dashed queer stuff," said William Adolphus, scratching his head. "All right in a story book, you know; but in the Chamber! Do you think he's off his head?"
"I don't think so, William Adolphus," said I.
"Victoria says it's hardly—hardly decent, you know."
"I shouldn't call it exactly indecent."
"No, not exactly indecent," he admitted. "But what the devil did he want to say it there for?"
My brother-in-law looked discontented. Yet as a rule he resigned himself readily enough to not understanding things.
"Victoria says that Princess Heinrich requested the Duchess to manage that Elsa——"
"My dear William Adolphus, the transaction sounds complicated."