He looked at her with an unceasing smile, which showed his even, little white teeth. He was quite calm. He denied everything. He denied with bland effrontery. At last the Frau Professor lost her temper and said the girl had confessed she loved him. He was not moved. He continued to smile.
“Nonsense! Nonsense! It’s all untrue.”
She could get nothing out of him. The weather grew very bad; there was snow and frost, and then a thaw with a long succession of cheerless days, on which walking was a poor amusement. One evening when Philip had just finished his German lesson with the Herr Professor and was standing for a moment in the drawing-room, talking to Frau Erlin, Anna came quickly in.
“Mamma, where is Cacilie?” she said.
“I suppose she’s in her room.”
“There’s no light in it.”
The Frau Professor gave an exclamation, and she looked at her daughter in dismay. The thought which was in Anna’s head had flashed across hers.
“Ring for Emil,” she said hoarsely.
This was the stupid lout who waited at table and did most of the housework. He came in.
“Emil, go down to Herr Sung’s room and enter without knocking. If anyone is there say you came in to see about the stove.”