made up to one thing:  I will be an exile, in spirit and in truth:  I will see no one during these three months.  Father is very ingenious—­oh, very! thinks he is, anyway.  Thinks he has invented a way to force us to learn to speak German.  He is a dear good soul, and all that; but invention isn’t his fach’.  He will see. (With eloquent energy.) Why, nothing in the world shall—­Bitte, konnen Sie mir vielleicht sagen, ob Herr Schmidt mit diesem Zuge angekommen ist?  Oh, dear, dear George—­three weeks!  It seems a whole century since I saw him.  I wonder if he suspects that I—­that I—­care for him—­j-just a wee, wee bit?  I believe he does.  And I believe Will suspects that Annie cares for him a little, that I do.  And I know perfectly well that they care for us.  They agree with all our opinions, no matter what they are; and if they have a prejudice, they change it, as soon as they see how foolish it is.  Dear George! at first he just couldn’t abide cats; but now, why now he’s just all for cats; he fairly welters in cats.  I never saw such a reform.  And it’s just so with all his principles:  he hasn’t got one that he had before.  Ah, if all men were like him, this world would—­(Memorising:  Im Gegentheil, mein Herr, dieser Stoff ist sehr billig.  Bitte, sehen Sie sich nur die Qualitat an.) Yes, and what did they go to studying German for, if it wasn’t an inspiration of the highest and purest sympathy?  Any other explanation is nonsense—­why, they’d as soon have thought of studying American history.

[Turns her back, buries herself in her pamphlet, first memorising aloud, until Annie enters, then to herself, rocking to and fro, and rapidly moving her lips, without uttering a sound.]

Enter Annie, absorbed in her pamphlet—­does not at first see Margaret.

Annie. (Memorising:  Er liess mich gestern fruh rufen, und sagte mir dass er einen sehr unangenehmen Brief von Ihrem Lehrer erhalten hatte.  Repeats twice aloud, then to herself, briskly moving her lips.)

M. (Still not seeing her sister.) Wie geht es Ihrem Herrn Schwiegervater?  Es freut mich sehr dass Ihre Frau Mutter wieder wohl ist. (Repeats.  Then mouths in silence.)

A. (Repeats her sentence a couple of times aloud; then looks up, working her lips, and discovers Margaret.) Oh, you here? (Running to her.) O lovey-dovey, dovey-lovey, I’ve got the gr-reatest news!  Guess, guess, guess!  You’ll never guess in a hundred thousand million years—­and more!

M. Oh, tell me, tell me, dearie; don’t keep me in agony.

A. Well I will.  What—­do—­you—­think?  They’re here!

M. Wh-a-t!  Who?  When?  Which?  Speak!

A. Will and George!

M. Annie Alexandra Victoria Stephenson, what do you mean?

A. As sure as guns!

M. (Spasmodically embracing and kissing her.) ’Sh! don’t use such language.  O darling, say it again!