"Delicious, delicious," said Mrs. Wangelbecker, enveloping Anna-Felicitas in her smile.
"The frothed chocolate is very delicious," said Anna-Felicitas with a kind of grave nervousness.
"Ah—charming, charming," said Mrs. Wangelbecker, obstinately appreciative.
"And there's ice-cream as well," said Anna-Felicitas, her eyes on her tablets so as to avoid seeing the Wangelbecker smile. "And—and a great many kinds of cakes—"
"Well, hadn't we better sit down first," said Mr. Wangelbecker genially, "or are all the tables engaged?"
"Oh I beg your pardon," said Anna-Felicitas, blushing and moving hastily towards a table laid for three.
"Ah—that's better," said Mr. Wangelbecker, following closely on her heels. "Now we can go into the serious business of ordering what we shall eat comfortably. But before I sit down allow me to present myself. My name is Wangelbecker. An honest German name. And this is my wife. She too had an honest German name before she honoured mine by accepting it—she was a Niedermayer. And this is my daughter, with whom I trust you will soon be friends."
And they all put out their hands to be shaken, and Anna-Felicitas shook them.
"Look at that now," said Mr. Ridding watching.
"As I was telling you—" said Mr. Twist irritably, for really why should Anna II. shake hands right off with strangers? Her business was to wait, not to get shaking hands. He must point out to her very plainly.