The Chancellor himself stood on the threshold.
There was no doubt about his being ill; his face was as pale as parchment, his eyes were simply wild, and his hair was all ruffled as though he had been standing upon his head.

He began to talk to the physician in German.

I didn't understand him until he began to swear,--then it was wonderful! In the end he brushed them all away and, taking me by the arm, led me right into the inner room.
For a long time he went on jabbering away half to himself, and I was wondering how on earth to bring the conversation round to the things I wanted to know about.

Then, all of a sudden, he turned to me and seemed to remember who I was and what I wanted.

'Ah!' he said, 'you are Dorward, the American journalist.