"One moment," said Herr Dremmel holding up his hand, his gaze fixed on what was emerging from the bushes.
"Come on, sir!" cried the Bishop, "I can only see you alone if you come at once—"
But Herr Dremmel did not heed him. He was watching the bushes.
"Will you come?" said the Bishop, pausing and stamping his foot, while he held the Duchess tight in the grip of his arm.
"Why," said Herr Dremmel without heeding him, "why—yes—why it is—why, here at last appears the Little Sugar Lamb!"
"The little what?" said the Duchess, resolutely pulling out her hand from the Bishop's arm and putting up her eyeglass. "Heavens above us, he can't mean Pamela?"
But nobody answered her; and indeed it was not necessary, for Herr Dremmel, gone down the path with a swiftness amazing in one of his appearance, was already, in the sight of all Redchester and most of the county, enfolding Ingeborg in his arms.
"Of course," was the Duchess's comment to the Bishop as she watched the scene with her eyeglass up and the placidity of relief, "of course they will conquer us."