You can tell her when you are married.

Does she consent to live in Osterno ?" "Oh, yes.

I think so." "Um--m!" "What did you say ?" "Um--m," repeated Steinmetz, and the conversation somewhat naturally showed signs of collapse.
At this moment the door was opened, and a servant in bright livery, with powdered wig, silk stockings, and a countenance which might have been of wood, brought in a letter on a silver tray.
Paul took the square envelope and turned it over, displaying as he did so a coronet in black and gold on the corner, like a stamp.
Karl Steinmetz saw the coronet.

He never took his quiet, unobtrusive glance from Paul's face while he opened the letter and read it.
"A fresh difficulty," said Paul, throwing the note across to his companion.
Steinmetz looked grave while he unfolded the thick stationery.
"Dear Paul [the letter ran]: I hear you are at Osterno and that the Moscow doctor is in your country.

We are in great distress at Thors--cholera, I fear.