Perhaps there is a telephone." "Truly there is, Mr.Scott," said Suzanne.

"Here it is, in the corner." "Then," said John, "it's very likely that we'll hear very soon from Zillenstein, and since he has kept your journey secret it is sure to be Prince Karl himself who will call you up.

I must be the one to answer.
Now will you sit here by the fire, Miss Julie, and rest while your most capable Suzanne and I look further into our new residence.

There is no possibility of any caller, save the worthy Muller, to whom I bear a letter from the prince, in which I have no doubt I am highly recommended." "Very well, Mr.John, I obey you," said Julie, sitting down again in a large armchair before the flames, where the ruddy light once more deepened the gold of her hair and the rose of her cheeks.

"It seems that you intend to be master here." "I'm master already.