"We think so," Henriette replied, and she smiled, partly in response to his admiration, perhaps, as well as for policy's sake.
"Madame, your mother is not here?"
"No. She succeeded in getting away on the last train to Paris."
"Perhaps I shall see her there," von Eichborn remarked.
"You are quite sure?" Henriette flashed.
Her spirit seemed to please him; at least, he smiled again. A straight, fine figure of militarism he made, his head inclined toward her; but the thickish lips, the rather outstanding ears with heavy lobes, and the straight line from neck to crown marked him as a brute.
"Then you are quite alone here?" he continued.
"My sister and Cousin Phil are here."
"Oh!" He glanced back at Phil casually.
"I hope that we may be disturbed as little as possible," she ventured.