"A letter has just come for you, sir."
"Any answer?"
"The messenger did not say anything, he did not wait."
"Very well."
The servant disappeared and George held the note a moment in his right hand unopened.
"Who is it from?" inquired Olga.
"I do not know how it is, but a vague feeling tells me that this letter contains something unpleasant for me."
"Shall I read it to you then? If I think the contents will vex you I will tear it up and never tell you what was in it."
He kissed her hand. "You are a dear little thing, but I am afraid that won't do. Well, let us see what it is."
He opened the envelope with a paper-knife, turned over the sheet and looked at the signature. A slight triumphant smile played round his mouth. "Ah, ha, Willberg, I said so!"