How firm women's nerves are! Now the margravine insists on the prince's reading the exact time by her watch.
Everybody is doing it.

Let us see.

By my watch it is all but fifteen minutes to eleven, A.M.

Dearest,' she addressed the little princess; 'would you not like to hold my hand until the gun is fired ?' 'Dearest,' replied the princess, whether in childish earnest or irony I could not divine, 'if I would hold a hand it would be a gentleman's.' All eyes were on the Prince of Eppenwelzen, as he gazed toward the covered statue.

With imposing deliberation his hand rose to his hat.