"There is also frothed choc—"
"I suppose, now, Mr. Twist—he must be completely sympathy—" interrupted Mr. Wangelbecker confidentially, leaning forward and lowering his voice a little.
Anna-Felicitas gazed at him blankly. Some more people were coming in at the door, and behind them she could see on the path yet more, and Anna-Rose was in the pantry fetching the tea for the experts.
"Would you mind telling me what I am to bring you?" she asked. "Because I'm afraid—"
Mr. Wangelbecker turned his head in the direction she was looking.
"Ah—" he said getting up, "but this is magnificent Güstchen, here are Mrs. Kleinbart and her sister—why, and there come the Diederichs—but splendid, splendid—"
"Say," said Mr. Ridding, turning to Mr. Twist with a congested face, "ever been to Berlin?"
"No," said Mr. Twist, annoyed by a question of such wanton irrelevance flung into the middle of his sentence.
"Well, it's just like this."
"Like this?" repeated Mr. Twist.