Lilly received a kiss on her forehead; and her cheeks were patted with every appearance of consideration and fondness. But the great colourless eyes travelled silently up and down her body, and a wry, bitter smile hovered about Miss von Schwertfeger's fleshy yet severely cut mouth, the skin about which was reddened, as often happens when women with a fine skin age before their time. She carried clothes thrown over her arm, which Lilly recognised as her own. "I brought you these necessaries, my dear," she said, "so that you can dress this morning. Here in the country we don't go about in matinées. Besides, directly after you have breakfasted, we will make a little tour of the grounds to give you an opportunity of getting acquainted with the household and the people." "May I keep house myself?" asked Lilly, hesitatingly. "If you know how," said Miss von Schwertfeger, and gnawed her lips and squinted. Lilly vaguely felt that her harmless query suggested the infraction of the housekeeper's rights, and, trying immediately to atone for her thoughtlessness, she added, stammering: "That is--I am only asking for what I will be--" She was going to say "permitted," but Miss von Schwertfeger interrupted her and said, drawing herself up: "My dear child, you are the mistress here; nobody is better aware of that than I. But I mean well by you when I advise you to ask for nothing at present. Pay attention to nothing but your deportment. Upon that depends how soon you will really be that which, unfortunately, you are now merely in name." Lilly, depressed and humiliated, maintained silence. The disciplinarian was already showing her fangs. "And I advise you," she continued, "to bear in mind that you must first study the ground you will have to tread in the future. For this you need a guide, who knows a thing or two of which you are ignorant. Otherwise you will find yourself in difficult situations, from which it will be impossible to extract you. And that in view of your relations with the colonel, would be greatly to be deplored." Lilly felt the tears rising. The old inability to defend herself, which was her gravest weakness, took hold of her again. "Oh, please," she begged, folding her hands, "don't _you_ feel hostile to me." Miss von Schwertfeger's extinct eyes, which lay half buried under heavy lids, lighted up--was it with a question, or with amazement, or pity? For a moment she stared into space, turning her head aside, and Lilly saw a noble, bold profile of cameo cut, which appeared to belong to a different person. Then Lilly felt long arms about her neck. The embrace in which she was held seemed warmer, more genuine than any of the caresses Miss von Schwertfeger had yet bestowed upon her. "You're a dear child, you _are_ a dear child," said she, and with that left the room.