And so the populace loved her, for it did not take the people long to find out what she was trying to do for them.

And perhaps they loved her because she had lived the greater part of her young life as one of them.
To-night there was love in the duke's eyes as he looked down the table's length; there was love in the old chancellor's eyes, too; and in Carmichael's.

And there was love in her eyes as she gazed back at the two old men.

But who could read her eyes whenever they roved in Carmichael's direction?
Not even Gretchen's grandmother, who lived in the Krumerweg.
"Gentlemen," said the duke, rising and holding up his glass, "this night I give you a toast which I believe will be agreeable to all of you, especially to his excellency, Baron von Steinbock of Jugendheit.

What is past is past; a new regime begins this night." He paused.