“That’s what I don’t know. I’m waiting.”
“Have they gone to call him?”
Schinkel looked at her while he puffed his pipe. “I’ve galled him myself, but he won’t zay.”
“How do you mean he won’t say?”
“His door’s locked. I’ve knocked many times.”
“I suppose he is out,” said the Princess.
“Yes, he may be out,” Schinkel remarked judicially.
They stood a moment face to face, after which she asked: “Have you any doubt of it?”
“Oh es kann sein. Only the woman of the house told me five minutes ago that he came in.”
“Well then he probably went out again.”