She saw all this as in a dream. Her heart began to throb so violently that she had to lean against the bookcase. "Why, this is what I was afraid of," a voice within her spoke. "This is the old man." He raised his hand carelessly to his cap, but did not think of removing it. "Colonel von Mertzbach," he said in a voice whose rough intonations spread a whole world of authoritative power before her. "I should like to speak to you a few minutes. I have reasons for wishing to know you." Lilly felt she was to be subjected to a humiliating examination, which she was by no means in duty bound to suffer. But never in her life had she seemed so defenceless as at that moment. She felt as if she were standing in the presence of a judge who had the right to pardon or condemn entirely at his own discretion. Her lips trembled as she stammered something meant to express consent. "You seem to be an extremely dangerous young woman," he said. "Why, you've fairly crazed my men, especially the younger ones--there's no managing them." "I don't understand," replied Lilly, summoning all her courage. He uttered "h'm," stuck a monocle in his eye, and looked her up and down, or rather looked down to the point where the top of the counter cut her figure off. Then he uttered another "h'm," and observed: "It's very easy to play the innocent in cases like this. However that may be, I can thoroughly comprehend my young men. Probably I myself should not have behaved differently. But it seems that despite your youth and--inexperience, you possess a very respectable amount of feminine cunning, otherwise you would not have succeeded, in spite of your irreproachably reserved manner--or, perhaps, just _because_ of your manner--you would not have succeeded, I say, in bringing the young men here on repeated visits--they are somewhat fastidious." Lilly felt the tears rising. It would have been easy to repudiate the insults he offered her; but from where derive the strength to oppose a word in defence to this man whose eyes disrobed her and drilled her through and through, whose smile held her in a wire net? So she sat down and cried. He, in his turn, rose from his seat and stepped close to the counter. "How deeply your sense of honour has been wounded I cannot say offhand. At any rate, it is not my intention to make you cry. On the contrary, I should like you to give me with the utmost composure possible a little information which will enlighten me and which may be of some importance for your future." Lilly was conscious of only one thought: "You must pull yourself together because he wants you to." She wiped her eyes and looked at him obediently, sniffling a little, as when she had been scolded in her childhood. He asked her name, where she had been born, where her parents were, what school she had attended, and what she was doing in the library. At the mention of her guardian's name an ironic smile passed over his face.