In a little while they seemed to have settled it all to their satisfaction, and he had turned to go away.
My heart was in my throat.

Mrs.Hollenbeck had not forgotten me.

She said something low to Mr.Langenau.
"Ah, true!" he said.

"But does she know anything of German ?" Then turning to me he said, with one of his dazzling sudden glances, "Miss d'Estree, we are talking of making up a German class; do you understand the language ?" "No," I said, meeting his eye for a moment, "I have only taken one lesson in my life," and then blushed scarlet at my own audacity.
"Ah," said he, as if quite sorry for the disappointment, "I wish you were advanced enough to join us." Then Charlotte Benson, quite ignoring the interruption, began to ask him about a book that she wanted very much to find.

Mr.Langenau had it in his room--a most happy accident, and there was a great deal said about it.