Even had her mind been filled with the importance of it, she did not know where to go to find the proper entrance.
A hand grasped her rudely by the arm.
"What are you doing here ?" thundered the head gardener.

"Be off with you! Don't you know that no one is allowed in here without a permit ?" Gretchen wrenched free her arm.

She was angry.
"How dare you touch me like that ?" Something in her glance, which was singularly arrogant, cooled even the warm-blooded Hermann.
"But you live in Dreiberg and ought to know." "You could have told me without bruising my arm," defiantly.
"I am sorry if I hurt you, but you ought to have known better.

By which sentry did you pass ?" for there was that about her beauty which made him suspicious regarding the sentry's imperviousness to it.
"Hermann!" Gretchen and the head gardener whirled.

Through a hedge which divided the formal gardens from the tennis and archery grounds came a young woman in riding-habit.