Trials and Tribulations Trials and Tribulations

Meanwhile Lena had drawn up a wooden chair near her old mother, because she knew that this was Baron Botho’s favorite place; but Frau Drr, who was fully impressed with the idea that a Baron must occupy the seat of honor, had meanwhile risen, and with the blue fleecy mass trailing after her, she called out to her stepson: Will you get up! I say, now. If there is nothing in him, it’s no use to expect anything from him. The poor boy stood up, all stupid and sleepy and was going to give up his seat, but the Baron would not allow it. For heaven’s sake, dear Frau Drr, leave the poor boy alone. I would far rather sit on a bench, like my friend Drr here.