His valet answered immediately.
"Send Breunner, the head gardener, at once." "He is in the anteroom, Excellency." "Tell him to come in." The chancellor shot a piercing glance at Grumbach, but the latter was studying the mural decorations.
Carmichael sat tight in his chair, curious to learn what it was all about.

Breunner entered.

He was thin and partly bald and quite fifty.
"Breunner, her highness will need many flowers to-morrow.

See to it that they are cut in the morning." "It shall be done, Excellency." The chancellor turned to the passports.
"There is only one question, Herr Grumbach.

It says here that you were a native of Bavaria before going to America.