"Do you not think that Fräulein Olga has been looking ill lately?" The Pole directs this question to all present.
Every one looks at Olga, and Fainacky gloats over the girl's confusion.
Treurenberg looks also, and is startled by her pallor. "Yes, my poor child, you certainly are below par," he says, with difficulty controlling his voice. "Something must be done for your health."
"Change of air is best in such cases," observes the Pole.
"So I think," says Treurenberg; and, finding that he has himself better in hand than he had thought possible awhile ago, he adds, turning to his mother-in-law, "I think, when everything here is settled after the old fashion----"
"After the new fashion, you mean," Paula interposes, with a languishing air.
"Yes, when all the bustle is over," Treurenberg begins afresh, in some embarrassment this time, for his conscience pricks him sorely whenever Paula alludes to her betrothal.
"I understand, after my marriage," she again interposes.
"About the beginning of November," Treurenberg meekly rejoins, again addressing his mother-in-law, "you might take Olga to the south. A winter in Nice would benefit both of you."
"Tiens! c'est une idée," Selina remarks. "Such quantities of people whom we know are going to winter in Nice this year. Not a bad plan, Lato. Yes, we might spend a couple of months very pleasantly in Nice."