Literally, there is no liberty, even with one’s husband under the thumb.  We live by rote.  Every afternoon I have to take coffee at some house or other, when all those tiresome women are not at my own.  And what do you suppose they talk about—­but invariably? Love!” (With ineffable disdain.) “Nothing else, barring gossip and scandal; as if they got any good out of love!  But they are stupid for the most part and gorged with love novels.  They discuss the opera or the play for the love element only, or the sensual quality of the music.  Let me tell you that although I married to get rid of papa, if I had it to do over I should accept parental tyranny as the lesser evil.  Not that I am not fond of Karl in a way.  He is a dear and would be quite harmless if he were not in love with me.  But garrison society—­Gott, how German wives would rejoice in a war!  Think of the freedom of being a Red Cross nurse, and all the men at the front.  Officers would be your fate, too.  Papa would not look at a man who was not in the army.  He despises men who live on their estates.  So take my advice while you may.  Sit tight, as the English say.  Even German fathers do not live forever.  The lime in our soil sees to that.  I notice papa’s face gets quite purple after dinner, and when he is angry.  His arteries must have been hardening for twenty years.”

Lili and Elsa were quite aghast at this naked ratiocination, but Gisela whispered:  “We might elope, you know.”

“With whom?  No Englishman or American ever crosses the threshold, and Kate has no brothers.  The students have no money and no morals, and, what is worse, no baths.  A burgess or a professional would be quite as intolerable, and no man of our class would consent to an elopement.  Germans may be sentimental but they are not romantic when it comes to settlements.  Now take my advice.”

They were taking it on this fateful day in the attic.  They vowed never to marry even if their formidable papa locked them up on bread and water.

“Which would be rather good for us,” remarked the practical Elsa.  “I am sure we eat too much, and Gisela has a tendency to plumpness.  But your turn will not come for four years yet, dear child.  It is poor us that will need all our vows.”

After some deliberation they concluded to inform their mother of their grim resolve.  Naturally sympathetic, a pregnant upheaval had taken place in that good lady’s psychology during the past year.  Her marriage, although arranged by the two families, had been a love match on both sides.  The Graf was a handsome dashing and passionate lover and she a beautiful girl, lively and companionable.  Disillusion was slow in coming, for she had been brought up on the soundest German principles and believed in the natural superiority of the male as she did in the House of Hohenzollern and the Lutheran religion.