He embraced Margaret, and looked imploringly at the old man.
But he continued grave and thoughtful--
"Will your father think so?" he asked.
Fritz considered a moment, then he cried suddenly,
"Wait a moment!" and rushed from the room.
Lohmeier looked after him with surprise. "Where is he going?" he asked.
"I think I know," said Margaret; "he has often told me what a great respect his father has for Madame von Wendenstein, and how he will do anything at a word from her."
Fritz soon came back.
"Madame von Wendenstein begs you to go to her," said he to old Lohmeier with a look of delight.
He stood up at once, brushed his sleeve with the tips of his fingers, stroked his grey hair with the palm of his hand and went upstairs.