He had a presentiment that this would became rather a complicated affair.

He waited.
Wallenstein spoke to Fraeu Bauer, who answered him with cold civility.
She heartily despised this fine officer.

Wallenstein twirled his mustache, laughed and went into the garden.

Carmichael was in a quandary.

What should he do?
Neither Gretchen nor the vintner saw Wallenstein, who remained quietly by the door.