Traum said the door was open, and we walked in and waited until she should turn around and greet us.

This was not true; no door was open; we entered through the walls or the roof or down the chimney, or somehow; but no matter, what Satan wished a person to believe, the person was sure to believe, and so Marget was quite satisfied with that explanation.

And then the main part of her mind was on Traum, anyway; she couldn't keep her eyes off him, he was so beautiful.

That gratified me, and made me proud.

I hoped he would show off some, but he didn't.