“You must forbid him such a liberty once for all,” said she, and the strange blending of joy and scorn was visible in her face. “It is inadmissible for a subordinate to presume to complain to his master, or advise him. He has only to listen and obey. This all your inferiors must understand, and know that they will be dismissed who murmur or advise!” “I will instruct them accordingly,” he sighed, “though I must confess my head-man well understands financial operations, and during the many years that he has been with me has won the right to be consulted and advised with.” “Then prove your gratitude as it becomes a true cavalier and a nobleman,” dictated Marie. “Settle his salary as an annuity upon him, and replace him.” “But he receives very great wages, and is still very active, though advanced.” “The more the reason to pension him, that he may repose his remaining years and enjoy the fruit of his labors. But do as you like. I have only told you how a noble cavalier would act; if you choose to bargain and haggle, it is your own affair.” “Heaven keep me from acting otherwise than as a nobleman!” cried Ebenstreit. Marie nodded assent, desiring that the carriage might be ordered, with the Arab horses. “We will make our visits at once, as I will, for the first time, open our large house for a soiree to-morrow evening,” she added. “Ah, that is charming!” said Ebenstreit, delighted. “I shall at last have the opportunity of seeing the aristocratic Berlin society, and enter upon the rank of my new title.” “Yes,” she replied, with an expression of irrepressible scorn, “you will have this enjoyment. Send me the steward, I wish to give him a list of the invited guests. You can add to it at your pleasure.” “I have no one to invite,” cried her husband. “No matter! Make the necessary preparations. I will go to my room to make my toilet.” “Will you not allow me to accompany you? You are not yet familiar with the house.” “Trude will show it to me, and you can at the same time give the orders.” Nodding proudly to Ebenstreit, she told Trude to precede her, following the old woman through the suite of brilliant rooms. “Here is my lady’s dressing-room,” said Trude, entering one ornamented with mirrors, laces, and gauzes. The French waiting-maid was busy within, unpacking the large trunks filled with silk and satin dresses which had been purchased by the dozens in Paris. “Lay out an elegant visiting toilet; I will return directly, after Trude has shown me the house,” They entered the adjoining chamber, Marie’s sleeping-room and found the German maid arranging the lace and silk coverings for her mistress to repose herself after the long journey. Marie betrayed no inclination for repose, but questioned Trude as to whither the other door led to. “Into the little corridor, baroness.” “Did I not order that there should be but one entrance to my sleeping-room, and that from the dressing-room?”