“Exactly; the Doctor will not be at home to-morrow, and as the weather is so fine she proposes spending the day here.”
“Well,” said Hamilton.
“Well, and Crescenz and the Major write to know if you will take them also in your phaeton when you drive into Munich for Lina.”
“Oh, certainly,” said Hamilton, laughing; “it was to Crescenz I made the offer, and it was Madame Berger who accepted it. You may remember, Hildegarde, the beginning of the month, when we all went to drink coffee at the Stultzs’, and had such excellent ices afterwards. I wonder they did not say anything yesterday when we were with them.”
“I suppose,” observed Madame Rosenberg, “that they saw Lina after you left; but at all events you will go for them?”
“Yes, and at a very early hour.”
“Oh, of course,” she cried, nodding her head jokingly; “that means at ten o’clock, I suppose.”
“It means at five o’clock.”
“Ah, bah! as if you could get up at four!”
“I can and will. Crescenz must give me breakfast, and I hope to be out of Munich before seven, for various reasons!”