“It is very good of you,” I said politely, “to take such an interest in us.”

“I not only take the greatest interest in you, charming young lady, and in your country, but I have an orderly mind and would be really pleased to see those corners straightened out.  Use your influence, which I am sure must be great, with that shortsighted body of gentlemen, your County Council.”

“I shall not fail,” I said, more politely than ever, “to inform them of your wishes.”

“Ah, but she is delightful,—­delightful, your little Englanderin,” he said gaily to Frau Bornsted, who listened to his badinage with grave and respectful indulgence; and he said a lot more things about England and its products and exports, meaning compliments to me—­what can he be like after dinner?—­and went off, jovial to the last, clicking his heels and kissing first Frau Bornsted’s hand and then mine, in spite, as he explained, of its being against the rules to kiss the hand of a junges Madchen, but his way was never to take any notice of rules, he said, if they got between him and a charming young lady.  And so he went off, waving his green hat to us and calling out Auf Wiedersehen till the forest engulfed him.

Herr von Inster and the Graf went too, but quietly.  The Graf went exceedingly quietly.  He hadn’t said a word to anybody, as far as I could see, and no rallyings on the part of the Colonel could make him.  He didn’t even react to being told what I gather is the German equivalent for a sly dog.

Herr von Inster said, when he could get a word in, that he is coming over to-morrow to drive me about the forest.  His attitude while his Colonel rattled on was very interesting:  his punctilious attention, his apparent obligation to smile when there were sallies demanding that form of appreciation, his carefulness not to miss any indication of a wish.

“Why do you do it?” I asked, when the Colonel was engaged for a moment with the Oberforster indoors.  “Isn’t your military service enough?  Are you drilled even to your smiles?”

“To everything,” he said.  “Including our enthusiasms.  We’re like the claque at a theatre.”

Then he turned and looked at me with those kind, surprising eyes of his,—­they’re so reassuring, somehow, after his stern profile—­and said, “To-morrow I shall be a human being again, and forget all this,—­forget everything except the beautiful things of life.”

Now I must leave off, because I want to iron out my white linen skirt and muslin blouse for to-morrow, as it’s sure to be hot and I may as well look as clean as I can, so good-bye darling little mother.  Oh, I forgot to say how glad I am you like being at Glion.  I did mean to answer a great many things in your last letter, my little loved one, but I will tomorrow.  It isn’t that I don’t read and reread your darling letters, it’s that one has such heaps to say oneself to you.  Each time I write to you I seem to empty the whole contents of the days I’ve lived since I last wrote into your lap.  But to-morrow I’ll answer all your questions,—­to-morrow evening, after my day with Herr von Inster, then I can tell you all about it.