“You are more than friends if you cannot take the liberty to refuse a cup of bad soup.”
Hamilton was about to reply, when the door was opened by Hans to admit Count Zedwitz.
“You have played truant to-day, Zedwitz,” said Hamilton, holding out his hand; “I expected you an hour ago.”
“I have been skating on the lake in the English Garden. There was a famous frost last night, and——”
“Skating! Here, Hans, look for my skates directly, there is nothing I enjoy more than skating. We will go out together.”
“But,” said Zedwitz, hesitating, “is it advisable to go out so late? Remember, you have been more than three weeks confined to the house. What will the Doctor say?”
“Hang the Doctor,” cried Hamilton, rising.
“I am sure I am exceedingly obliged to you,” said his wife, pretending to look offended.
“By way of precaution, and not to lose time, we will drive to the lake in a hackney coach,” said Hamilton. “Come with us,” he added, turning cavalierly to Madame Berger.
“I have no objection, provided you leave me at home on your way back.”