She did not in the least mind waiting.

She had been a little uneasy when she thought that he had neglected or forgotten his own appointment.

So she turned again and walked back towards the Kleinseite, fixing her eyes, as she had so often done, on the rows of windows which glittered along the great dark mass of the Hradschin Palace.

What were they all doing up there, those slow and faded courtiers to an ex-Emperor, that they should want to burn so many candles?
Thinking of this she passed the tablet on the bridge, and, according to her custom, put the end of her fingers on it.

But as she was raising her hand to her mouth to kiss it she remembered that the saint might not like such service from one who was already half a Jew at heart, and she refrained.