"What is it, Ingeborg?" asked Herr Dremmel.
The Baron went over to a window and opened it. "A little faint, no doubt," he said, adding something about young wives.
The Baroness asked her if she would like to lie down.
Herr Dremmel became alert and interested. "What is it, Little One?" he asked again, getting up.
"I think it would be good if the Frau Pastor rested a little before supper," said the Baroness, getting up, too.
"Certainly," said Herr Dremmel, quite eagerly, and with a funny expression on his face.
Ingeborg gazed from one to the other.
"But, Robert," she said, wondering why he looked like that, "oughtn't we to go home?"
"Dear Frau Pastor," said the Baroness quite warmly, "you will feel better presently. Believe me. There is an hour still before supper. Come with me, and you shall lie down and rest."
"But Robert—" said Ingeborg, astonished.