"Do you know, I envy you your sister, or rather the pleasant relation in which you stand to her. Sisterly love is such a beautiful thing."
"Yes, certainly; but you are also in that happy situation. You have a brother."
"Please do not speak to me about him."
There was such a tone of contempt and depreciation in her words that he looked at her with astonishment.
"But, baroness, he is your brother."
"You do not know him. Please let us change the subject."
"Certainly, if you wish it."
In his embarrassment George emptied his glass and vainly thought of another topic, and both were glad when at last everybody rose from the table.
The ball went on till the small hours of the morning, and during the dancing George never lost sight of Hildegarde. He had the pleasure of being able to introduce some fresh officers and partners; and he was really more delighted than she was at the admiration she evoked.
It was late when at last the ball broke up. George, at the last moment, was unable to say farewell to Hildegarde, and he walked home with a companion in a somewhat bad humour.