"Hochgeboren!" said Lucy. "My grandfather was a
saddler. Tell him so, Miss Vance. Tell him the exact
facts. I want no disclosures after----"

"After marriage?" said Jean, rising suddenly. "Then you
have decided?"

"I have not said that I had decided," replied Lucy
calmly.

Jean laughed. "He will not be scared by the saddler.
Europeans of his order take no account of our American
class distinctions. They look upon us as low-born
parvenues, all alike. They weigh and value us by other
standards than birth."

"I have money, if you mean that, Jean," said Lucy
cheerfully.

"I think you had better go away, girls, if you have
finished your dejeuner. He may be here at any moment
now," said Clara, looking anxiously at her watch.

Lucy went to her little chamber and sat down to work at
a monstrous caricature which she was painting of the
church. Jean paced up and down the stone corridor,
looking out of the window into the Platz.

"He has come," she said excitedly, appearing at Lucy's
door. "He went into the church first, to say an ave for