Her face became slightly flushed. "You made me wait a long time," she said, smiling feebly. "Forgive me, Fraulein Marianne, this was a particularly busy day for me." They passed through the death-chamber, in which the bed was now empty, into the adjoining room where, under the picture of the officer in a white uniform, he had, the day before written the death certificate of the Councilor. A little lamp was burning on the writing desk, and it was nearly dark. Marianne offered him a seat on the black leather divan and sat down opposite him. "I have just met Doctor Roediger. So you are going to the country tomorrow?" Marianne seemed little surprised at the cool tone of his question and her shoulders drooped when he continued almost harshly: "I think that's very sensible." And he explained in
