"But your Highness did not speak to the wife of the City Treasurer." exclaimed Gotlinde Thurn; "the poor woman took it as a slight, and cried after the concert."
"Where was she standing?" asked the Princess.
"Near the stranger," answered Gotlinde.
"Ah, it was on that account," said the Princess. "What is she like?"
"A round little woman, with brown eyes and red cheeks. My brother lodges in her house; that is how I know her. She makes admirable tarts."
"Make up for it to her, Linda," said the Princess; "say something kind to her for me."
"May I tell her that your Highness has heard of her excellent cherry-brandy, and would be glad to have a few bottles of it? That would make her more than happy."
The Princess nodded.
"The daughter of the City Councillor Gottlieb," said the Baroness Hallstein, "has become quite a belle."
"Prince Victor forgot everybody in his attentions to her," exclaimed Miss Lossau, with vexation.