"You probably do not know the lady of whom you speak." The princess seemed to increase by an inch or two in stature as she drew herself up, and answered:-- "Of course we do not know her." "If you knew her, Your Highness would apologize," retorted Max.
Seeing the angry color mounting to his face, I stepped to his side and joined in the conversation.

Presently dinner was announced, and I rejoiced when we parted from the princess.

Turning our faces toward the ladies, we moved backward from the room, and went with the duke to the dinner hall.
Compared with Castleman's daily fare, the duke's dinner was almost unpalatable.

We had coarse beef, coarse boar's meat, coarse bread,--not black, but brown.

Frau Kate's bread was like snow.