"Anna?" read out Dellwig, "Anna? That is Miss Estcourt's name." "It is," said Klutz, his tears all dried up. "It seems to be poetry," said Dellwig slowly. "It is," said Klutz. "Why have you got it?" "Why indeed! It's mine. She sent it to me. She wrote it for me. These flowers----" "Miss Estcourt? Sent it to you? Poetry? To _you_?" Dellwig looked up from the paper at Klutz, and examined him slowly from head to foot as if he had never seen him before. His expression while he did it was not flattering, but Klutz rarely noticed expressions. "What's it all about?" he asked, when he had reached Klutz's boots, by which he seemed struck, for he looked at them twice. "Love," said Klutz proudly. "Love?" "Let me come home with you," said Klutz eagerly, "I'll translate it there. I can't here where we might be disturbed." "Come on, then," said Dellwig, walking off at a great pace with the paper in his hand. Just as they were turning into the farmyard the rattle of a carriage was heard coming down the road. "Stop," said Dellwig, laying his hand on Klutz's arm, "the _Herrschaften_ have been drinking coffee in the woods--here they are, coming home. You can get a greeting if you wait." They both stood on the edge of the road, and the carriage with Anna and a selection from her house-party drove by. Dellwig and Klutz swept off their hats. When Anna saw Klutz she turned scarlet--undeniably, unmistakably scarlet--and looked away quickly. Dellwig's lips shaped themselves into a whistle. "Come in, then," he said, glancing at Klutz, "come in and translate your poem." Seldom had Klutz passed more delicious moments than those in which he rendered Letty's verses into German, with both the Dellwigs drinking in his words. The proud and exclusive Dellwigs! A month ago such a thing would have been too wild a flight of fancy for the most ambitious dream. In the very room in which he had been thrust aside at parties, forgotten in corners, left behind when the others went in to supper, he was now sitting the centre of interest, with his former supercilious hosts hanging on his words. When he had done, had all too soon come to the end of his delightful task, he looked round at them triumphantly; and his triumph was immediately dashed out of him by Dellwig, who said with his harshest laugh, "Put aside all your hopes, young man--Miss Estcourt is engaged to Herr von Lohm." "Engaged? To Herr von Lohm?" Klutz echoed stupidly, his mouth open and the hand holding the verses dropping limply to his side. "Engaged, engaged, engaged," Dellwig repeated in a loud sing-song, "not openly, but all the same engaged." "It is truly scandalous!" cried his wife, greatly excited, and firmly believing that the verses were indeed Anna's. Was she not herself of the race of _Weiber_, and did she not therefore well know what they were capable of? "Silence, Frau!" commanded Dellwig.