"Ah, that is the same as what we call superintendent," said the Baroness, nodding several times slowly on learning that Ingeborg's father was a bishop; and after a series of questions as to the Frau Pastor's sister's marriage nodded her head slowly several times again, and informed Ingeborg that what her sister had married was a schoolmaster. "Like Herr Schultz," said the Baroness--Herr Schultz being the village schoolmaster. There was a photograph of Judith on the table that caught and kept the Baroness's eye and also, in an even greater but more careful degree, the Baron's. It was Judith dressed in evening beauty, bare-necked, perfect. Ingeborg took it up with a natural pride in having such a lovely thing for her very own sister and handed it to the Baroness. "Here she is," said Ingeborg, full of natural pride. The Baroness stared in real consternation. "What?" she said. "This is a schoolmaster's wife? This is our pastor's sister-in-law? I had thought--" She broke off, and with a firm gesture put the photograph on the table again and said she could not stay to supper. Since then there had been no intercourse with Glambeck, and the Baroness did not know of the satisfactory turn things had taken at the parsonage till on Christmas Eve, from her gallery in church to which she and the Baron had decided to return on the greater festivals as a mark of their awareness that Herr Dremmel desired to make amends, she beheld during the drawn-out verses of the chorale Ingeborg drop sideways on the seat in her pew below and remain motionless and bunched up, her hymn-book pushed crooked on the desk in front of her, and her attitude one of complete indifference to appearances. The Baroness did not nudge the Baron, because in her position one does not nudge, but her instinct was all for nudging.