‘Qu’est ce qu’un chancelier?’ said Winifred, with slightly contemptuous indifference.

‘A chancelier is a chancellor, and a chancellor is, I believe, a sort of judge,’ said Gerald coming up and shaking hands with Gudrun. ‘You’ll have made a song of Bismarck soon,’ said he.

Mademoiselle waited, and discreetly made her inclination, and her greeting.

‘So they wouldn’t let you see Bismarck, Mademoiselle?’ he said.

‘Non, Monsieur.’

‘Ay, very mean of them. What are you going to do to him, Miss Brangwen? I want him sent to the kitchen and cooked.’

‘Oh no,’ cried Winifred.