"Yes, Herr Doctor. At first he was making no end of excuses; for they all want to drive to the manœ vres, every man of them; and Herr von Busche has ordered a trap, too, for the afternoon. He'll have to be content with a common cart and a sack. Never mind that, though!"
"Why should you look so miserable about that?"
"It isn't about that at all, Herr Doctor."
"Well?"
"It is because I do not like to let the Herr Doctor drive away like this. Can you not take me with you?"
"Impossible! You see yourself that you have a couple of hours' work before you yet. These sealed packets are to go into the small portmanteau which you keep by you. These letters you will deliver, when the ladies have risen. This money is for the servants. Do not forget any one, and do not be stingy, Konski! And remember me kindly to your Aurora. And now my cloak, please, and so good-bye, Konski."
"Am I not at least to see the Herr Doctor to the carriage?"
"No."
"Herr Doctor, do not be angry; I really mean so well by you, and Aurora does too. We have been speaking of nothing else. And she swears that the Herr Doctor, if he wished it, could have Miss Erna for the asking."
"Then tell your Aurora that the Herr Doctor does not wish it, and that the Herr Doctor has better things to do than to spoon and fool about, like you and her."