"How do you do, Baron?" she replied innocently, as though this meeting were the most ordinary event imaginable. "How is Anna?"
"Very well, thanks. Of course you will come and see her?"
"If I may."
"But tell me now, what are you doing here? Can it be that you"—and his glance swept her in amazement from top to toe—"are making a political tour?"
"I can't exactly say that," she replied, pushing out her chin, without that movement having its usual effect of making her face appear ugly, "it's more of a holiday jaunt." And her face shone with a genuine smile as she saw George's glance turn towards the door, from which Demeter Stanzides had just come out in a striped black-and-white flannel suit. He lifted his grey felt hat in salutation and shook hands with George.
"Good-morning, Baron. Glad to see you again."
"I am very glad, too, Herr Stanzides."
"No letter for me?" Therese turned to Demeter.
"No, Therese. Only a few cards for me," and he put them in his pocket.
"How long have you been here?" inquired George, endeavouring to exhibit as little surprise as possible.