The Highnessess, the hochwohlgeboren privy councillors, the hochgeboren secretaries, even the untitled Herren who held some petty office, were ushered with profound deference to their seats at the long table, while Clara stood waiting.

Jean's eyes still drooped meekly, but even her lips were pale.
"How can you look so placid ?" she whispered.

"It is a deliberate insult to your gray hairs." "No.

It is the custom of the country.

It does not hurt me." They were led at the moment to the lowest seats.