So he was admired by fathers and revered by mothers.
The secretary came in and laid a thin packet of papers on the chancellor's desk.

"It was the packet A, your Highness ?"--his hand still resting upon the documents.
"Yes.

You may go." The secretary bowed and withdrew.
The duke stirred the papers angrily, took one of them and spread it out with a rasp.
"Look at that.

Whose writing, I ask ?" Herbeck adjusted his glasses and scrutinized the slanting hieroglyphics.
He ran over it several times.

At length he opened a drawer in his desk, sorted some papers, and brought out a yellow letter.