Joey's father is expected to-morrow, and the whole Galgenberg is foggy
with the fumes of cooking. Once his consent is given the engagement will
be put in the papers and life will grow busy and brilliant for Frau von
Lindeberg. She talks of removing immediately to Berlin, there to give a
series of crushingly well-done parties to those of her friends who are
supposed to have laughed when Vicki was thrown over by her first lover.
I don't believe they did laugh; I refuse to believe in such barbarians;
but Frau von Lindeberg, grown frank about that disastrous story now that
it has been so handsomely wiped off Vicki's little slate, assures me
that they did. She doesn't seem angry any longer about it, being much
too happy to have room in her heart for wrath, but she is bent on this
one form of revenge. Well, it is a form that will gratify everybody,
revenger and revengee equally I should think.