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And my looks wuz that dignified and lofty that I spoze it skairt him and he started off almost immegiately and to once. And I hain't hern no more about it, but don't know how much more trouble I may have with it. No knowin' what that man may take it into his head to do in Jonesville or China.
"The name of that man is Bernadine, Count von Hern." Peter remained speechless. There was something almost terrible in the slow preciseness with which Sogrange had uttered the name of his enemy, something unspeakably threatening in the cold glitter of his angry eyes.
"I have known the Count von Hern," she answered, "for very many years. You have been a shipboard acquaintance of mine for a few hours." "If you have known the Count von Hern for many years," Peter asserted, "you have found out by this time that he is an absolutely untrustworthy person." "Supposing he is," she said, "will you tell me what concern it is of yours?
"Don't ye worry no more 'bout that. What's ourn is hern in the long run, an' she may as well have some of it now when she wants it, an' it'll do her some good. I s'pose Frank Baker she that's your mother's cousin an' married Tim'thy Baker an's gone to New York to live I s'pose she might look after you; but it's a long way off, New York seems like a dretful long way off.
Nobody'll b'lieve her, anyhow, Sam, but if they do I'll explain it to 'em." "Now " "Locker's wife'll be glad to have it, too. She'd have to wait two weeks for hers, and now she'll git it right off. Oven's cracked on hern, and she allows she sp'iles every batch of bread she bakes and her pledged to furnish six loaves for the Methodist Ladies' Food Sale...."
They went and brought 'Bijah, who said he should think likely she would want to sleep a spell, she must be pretty well beat out, pokin' around all night. He'd heard her making them queer noises o' hern something like a hoarse kind o' Phoebe bird, it sounded, in the distance.
That's why I've come blundering in to you, and why, I suppose, you'll be telling the whole story to the Count von Hern at luncheon in an hour's time." Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge smoked in silence for a moment or two. "This transaction of mine," he said at last, "isn't one I can talk about. I guess I'm on to what you want to know, but I simply can't tell you.
I think, Count von Hern, that you are much too spoilt, for one thing, to take life seriously." "You do me an injustice," he murmured. "Of course," she chattered on, "I don't really know what spies do. One reads about them in these silly stories, but I have never felt sure that as live people they exist at all. Tell me, Count von Hern, what could a foreign spy do in England?"
Through Lady Mary's great thankfulness, however, the sudden fear came shivering. "You are hurt!" she whispered. "There is blood on your sleeve." "Just a graze," Peter Ruff answered. "Von Hern wasn't much good at a running target. Back to the ballroom, young man," he added. "Don't you see who's coming?" The Prime Minister came up the tented way into Montford House.
She took the little girl back hum with her. It was right in there, in the room where you had that spell of fever of yourn. She got you well through that! Ef anything could 'a' brought her through that turn, your letter would. It came across my mind once that, as she'd saved your life, may be you was going to save hern by that are letter! And she was so determined to get to your hospital!"
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