"She shall go to-morrow."
"The others think the same thing."
"They shall go to-morrow—that is, have they been rude to you?"
"Not yet, but they will be."
"When they are, they shall go."
"I went into the corridor to seek other assistance, and I met—I met——"
"Who?"
"Oh, to have fallen so low!" cried Frau von Treumann, clasping her hands, and raising her streaming eyes to the ceiling.
"But who did you meet?"
"I met—I met the Penheim."