"No."
"Nor I either," said Pilgrim. "Who is that stranger?" said he to the Landlord.
"The brother of my son-in-law."
"Oh, oh!" whispered Pilgrim to Lenz. "Now I remember—he is one of Annele's admirers."
Lenz went hurriedly upstairs. Pilgrim did not see the expression of his face.
CHAPTER X.
A DINNER WITH PETROWITSCH.
Petrowitsch was not yet arrived. In the mean time Lenz seated himself at his uncle's table, and conversed with the family and Pilgrim.
Annele was unusually sparing of her words today; indeed, when Lenz offered her his hand when he came in, she affected to be too busy to take it. No doubt her hand is promised, and she can no longer give it to any one, even in common courtesy. And yet she does not look much like a bride.