He would here bow twice or thrice each to the Menzies-Leghs, who after staring at him in some natural surprise--for what excuse could the man possibly have?--get up and greet him with solemn dignity, both bowing, but neither offering to shake hands. Pastor, bowing again profoundly, and still holding his hat in his hand, repeats: “My name is Schultz.” Menzies-Legh (who it must be remembered is for the moment a noble German) would probably here say under his breath: “And mine, thank God, is not”--but probably not quite loud enough (being extremely correct) for the pastor to hear, and would then mention his own name, with its title, Fürst Graf, or Baron, explaining that the lady with him was his wife. More bows from the pastor, profounder if possible than before. Pastor: “I beseech the _Herrschaften_ to forgive my thus appearing, and fervently hope they will not consider me obtrusive, or in any way take it amiss.” Mrs. Menzies-Legh (now a Gräfin at the least): “Will not the Herr Pastor seat himself?” Pastor, with every appearance of being overcome: “Oh, a thousand thanks--the gracious lady is too good--if I may really be permitted to sit--an instant--after so shamelessly----” He is waved by Menzies-Legh, as he still hesitates, with stately courtesy, into the third chair, into which he sinks, but not until he sees the _Herrschaften_ are in the act of sinking too. Mrs. Menzies-Legh, gracefully explaining Menzies-Legh’s greenness and silence: “My husband is not very well to-day.” Pastor, with every sign of liveliest interest and compassion: “Oh, that indeed makes me sorry. Has the Herr Graf then perhaps been over-exerting himself? Has he perhaps contracted a chill? Is he suffering from a depressed stomach?” Menzies-Legh, with a stately wave of the hand, naturally unwilling to reveal the real reason why he is so green: “No--no.” Mrs. Menzies-Legh: “I was about to refresh him a little with milk. May I be permitted to pour out a droplet for the Herr Pastor?” Pastor, again bowing profusely: “The gracious one is much too good. I could not think of permitting myself----” Mrs. Menzies-Legh: “But I beg you, Herr Pastor--will you not drink just a little?” Pastor: “The gracious one is really very amiable. I would not, however, be the means of depriving the _Herrschaften_ of their----” Mrs. Menzies-Legh: “But Herr Pastor, not at all. Truly not at all. Will you not allow me to pour you out even half a glassful? After the heat of your walk? And the exertion of conducting the church service?” Pastor, struggling to get up from the low chair, bow, and take the proffered glass of milk at one and the same time: “Since the gracious one is so gracious----” He takes the glass with a deep bow, having now reached the stage when, the preliminaries demanded by perfect courtesy being on each side fulfilled, he is at liberty to do so, but before drinking its contents turns bowing to Menzies-Legh.