"How will you manage?" asked her father.
"I think I will stay the night at the hotel."
"I do not think that it befits a young lady to stay a night alone at an hotel."
"All right, then I will go and stay with Augusta."
Doblana acquiesced. But this time I made an objection.
"Augusta," I said, "will be in Vienna on that particular evening; she will want to see Aladdin."
Mitzi glanced at me with an angry look.
"Anyhow," she protested, "Franz will have no leave. He will be in Brünn."
"That is just what I object to," I declared. "The best thing would be for you to return to Vienna. I will be at the Northern Station to bring you home."