The next morning Werner was surprised to see Frau Richter in the breakfast room at the buffet. Until now, he had only thought of her as an apparition in the family’s mind, and therefore not real. She smiled at him, and he nodded back in return not really knowing what to say. There was a resemblance between Gisella and her except Frau Richter was to say it politely a stout woman. The silk-satin frock she wore was designed to ameliorate her plumbness by elongating her body with vertical details, subt...