She stood beneath the picture, her eyebrows bent, her lips drawn, and her hands resting on the stout cane.
"Will you come with me?" he asked deferentially.
"Where to?"
He hesitated. "You will see. I cannot tell you—now. But I need you—with the picture." He motioned toward it.
She eyed him grimly for a second. Then she touched a bell.
The wooden butler appeared. "Send Wilhelm," she commanded.
Half an hour later the Herr Doctor Holtzenschuer was handing a bundled figure into the closed carriage that stood before the gate. A huge, oblong package rested against a lamp-post beside him, and near it stood the Fräulein Marie, rosy and shy. The young man turned to her with a swift gesture.
"Come," he said.
He placed her beside her grandmother, and watched carefully while the heavy parcel was lifted to the top of the carriage. With an injunction to the driver for its safety, he turned to spring into the carriage.
The voice of the baroness, from muffled folds, arrested him.