"No, you don't. Otherwise you couldn't forget so often who the others are." Berthold lifted his head interrogatively. "You should really go to Rosner's some time. It is not worthy of you to let Anna see your disapproval in so--childish a fashion. Goodbye ... hope you'll have a good time in the 'Silberne Weintraube." He shook hands with his son and then went into his consulting-room. He opened the door of the waiting-room and with a friendly nod of the head invited George von Wergenthin, who was turning over the leaves of an album, to come in. "I must first apologise to you, Herr Doctor," said George, after he had sat down. "My departure was so sudden.... Unfortunately I had no opportunity of saying goodbye to you, of thanking you personally for your great...." Doctor Stauber deprecated his thanks. "I am very glad to see you again," he said, "I suppose you are here in Vienna on leave?" "Of course," replied George. "I've only got three days' leave; they need me there so urgently, you see," he added with a modest smile. Doctor Stauber sat opposite him in the chair behind his secretary and contemplated him kindly. "You feel very satisfied with your new position, so Anna says." "Oh yes; of course there are all kinds of difficulties when one plunges into a new kind of life like I did. But taking it all round everything has turned out much easier than I expected." "So I hear. And that you have already had a very good introduction at Court." George smiled. "Anna of course imagines that episode to be more magnificent than it really was. I played once at the Hereditary Prince's and a lady member of the theatre sang two songs of mine there; that's all. But what is much more important is that I have a chance of being appointed conductor this very season." "I thought you were already." "No, Herr Doctor, not yet officially. I have already conducted a few times as deputy, _Freischütz_ and _Undine_, but for the time being I am only accompanist." In response to further questions from the doctor he told him some more about his activities at the Detmold Opera. He then got up and said goodbye. "Perhaps I can give you a lift part of the way in my carriage," said the doctor. "I am driving to the Rembrandtstrasse to the Golowskis'." "Thanks very much, Herr Doctor, but that's not on my way. Anyway, I intend to visit Frau Golowski in the course of to-morrow. She's not ill, is she?" "No. Of course the excitement of the last weeks is bound to have had some effect upon her." George mentioned that he had written a few words to her and also to Leo immediately after the duel. "When one thinks that it might have turned out differently ..." he added. Doctor Stauber looked in front of him. "Having children," he said, "is a happiness which one pays for by instalments."