While studying several semesters in Breslau, Frederick had eked out his income by tutoring a boy, a rather desperate case, whose father, a furniture manufacturer, paid handsomely for his son's private lessons. Frederick's pupil turned out to be a good-hearted chap, an amusing scapegrace, who soon became his devoted slave. It was this scapegrace, now a full-grown man, that Frederick recognised in the jolly Japanese. "How I come to be here? I'll explain later," said Willy, his nostrils dilating with the joy of seeing his teacher again. "The first thing is, have you already engaged rooms, and shall I slip you past that damned lot of reporters? Or do you want to be interviewed?" "For heaven's sake, no! Not for the world." "Then stick close to me," shouted Willy. "A cab is waiting for us, and we'll drive straight to our folks." Frederick introduced Ingigerd. "I must first see this young lady safe to a hotel. And even then I can't leave her entirely alone." Willy instantly took in the situation, but it did not change his plans. "Miss Hahlstroem can stop with us, too. She will be far more comfortable than in a hotel. The only question is, can she put up with Italian cooking?" "I don't anticipate any difficulties from your macaroni and spaghetti _al sugo_," said Frederick, who read Ingigerd's willingness in her eyes. "So I'll follow your lead as you followed mine years ago." "All right! Forward, march!" Willy's joy in his booty was patent. When they left the pier, they saw Stoss still surrounded by reporters, working his jaws with incredible rapidity, as he discoursed upon himself and the role he had played in the sinking of the _Roland_. They were about to enter their cab after their flight, through the crowd, when an elderly gentleman, panting breathlessly and perspiring, despite the nipping wind, stepped up to Ingigerd Hahlstroem with, "I beg your pardon, but I come from Webster and Forster." He took off his hat and wiped the inside band with his handkerchief. "I was told--I was told--I came in a carriage--a carriage is waiting--" He stopped, too exhausted to continue. "Miss Hahlstroem cannot possibly appear this evening." "Oh, Miss Hahlstroem looks very well!" "See here," said Frederick ready to flare up. Webster and Forster's agent put his hat back on his bald pate. "It would be the greatest mistake if Miss Hahlstroem were not to dance to-night," he said. "I was commissioned to provide her with money and anything else she needed. There's my carriage. Rooms have already been engaged for her at the Astor." Frederick grew angry. "I am a physician," he snapped, "and as a physician, I tell you Miss Hahlstroem will not dance to-night, nor for several nights." "Will you make good to Miss Hahlstroem her financial loss?" "What I shall do in regard to that is neither your nor Webster and Forster's business." Frederick thought he had disposed of the matter, but the agent became offensive.