She wore a morning wrap of red velvet and gold lace, and looked, in that costly attire, like a princess or a banker's wife.
"You must be very cold and tired," she said; "the coffee is ready, come at once to breakfast--that will put some warmth into you--you can dress afterward." She hurried before them into the next room, where they found an amply spread table over which hovered the fragrant smell of several steaming dishes.

It was a lavish breakfast in the English style; beside tea and coffee there were eggs, soles, ham, cold turkey, lobster salad, and several excellent wines.

A servant in the livery of a "Jager" waited at table.
Wilhelm shook his head at the sight of all this splendor.

"But, my dear lady, so much trouble on my behalf!" "You are quite mistaken," Paul answered for Malvine, and not without a smile of satisfied pride; "it is our usual breakfast--we have it so every day." Wilhelm looked at him surprised, and then remarked after a short pause: "I would never have written to you, if I had dreamed that you would get up before daybreak, and upset your whole household in order to fetch me from the station." "Why, what nonsense! We are quite used to getting up early.

At Friesenmoor we have to be still earlier." "But that is in the summer." "So it is, but then our broken rest is not made up to us by the sight of a friend." While they devoured the good things, and Paul, who despised tea and coffee, sipped his slightly warmed claret, he remarked, between two mouthfuls, "I was struck all of a heap by your letter.