When the little governess reached the hall of the Hotel Grunewald the same waiter who had come into her room in the morning was standing by a table, polishing a tray of glasses. The sight of the little governess seemed to fill him out with some inexplicable important content. He was ready for her question ; his answer came pat and suave. " Yes, Fräulein, the lady has been here. I told her that you had arrived and gone out again immediately with a gentleman. She asked me when you were coming back again—but of course I could not say. And then she went to the manager." He took up a glass from the table, held it up to the light, looked at it with one eye closed, and started polishing it with a corner of his apron. "...?" " Pardon, Fräulein ? Ach, no, Fräulein. The manager could tell her nothing—nothing." He shook his head and smiled at the brilliant glass. " Where is the page 261lady now ? " asked the little governess, shuddering so violently that she had to hold her handkerchief up to her mouth. " How should I know ? " cried the waiter, and as he swooped past her to pounce upon a new arrival his heart beat so hard against his ribs that he nearly chuckled aloud. " That's it! that's it! " he thought. " That will show her." And as he swung the new arrival's box on to his shoulders—hoop !—as though he were a giant and the box a feather, he minced over again the little governess's words, " Gehen Sie. Gehen Sie sofort. Shall I ! Shall I ! " he shouted to himself.