"Very, very," murmurs the major, with a hypocritical show of sympathy. "When do you start?"
"Oh, the day after to-morrow."
"That suits me remarkably well," the major remarks. "There will be a vacant room at Komaritz, and Zdena might go over for a couple of days."
Wenkendorf frowns disapprovingly. "It is a great pity that you are not going with us to Bayreuth," he says, turning to the young girl.
"That would be a fine way to cure the headache," the major observes.
"I would rather stay at home with you, uncle dear," Zdena assures him.
"That will not do. Friday evening my wife starts for Bayreuth; Saturday I expect the painters; the entire house will be turned upside-down, and I have no use for you. Therefore, since there is room for you at Komaritz----"
"There is always room at Komaritz for Zdena," Harry eagerly declares.
"Yes,--particularly after you have gone. It is decided; she is going. I shall take her over on Saturday afternoon," the major announces. "You can tell Heda."
"And who will go to Bayreuth with my aunt?" asks Harry.