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Under such circumstances I met the Princess Hildegarde of Barscheit; and I never betrayed her confidence until this writing, when I have her express permission. Of Hermann Steinbock I never saw anything more. Thus the only villain passes from the scene.
He sputtered and fumed and swore, as all brave men will who feel that they are running away in a cowardly fashion. "Go straight to Dresden; say you've been studying medicine in Barscheit for three years; refer to me by telegraph if there is any question as to your new identity," said I. "You're the only man in the world, Max, that I'd lie for."
I saw to it that she secured a sleeping-compartment all to herself, took charge of her luggage and carefully examined her papers. Then we had a small supper. I wanted to ask a thousand questions, but my courage lacked the proper key. "May I have the pleasure of writing to you occasionally?" I finally ventured. "I am sure that you would like a bit of Barscheit gossip from time to time."
The prince was not only old; he was fat and ugly, with little, elephant-like eyes that were always vein-shot, restless and full of mischief. He might have made a good father, but I have nothing to prove this. Those bottles of sparkling Moselle which he failed to dispose of to the American trade he gave to his brother in Barscheit or drank himself. He was sixty-eight years old.
"There is no place quite like it," she admitted. "You are a stranger in Barscheit?" politely. He was young and certainly the best-looking man she had seen in a month of moons. If Doppelkinn, now, were only more after this pattern! "Yes, this is my first trip to Barscheit." He had a very engaging smile. "You are from Vienna?" "No." "Ah, from Berlin. I was not quite sure of the accent."
Will you be my wife?" "Give me a week to think it over." "No." "A day, then?" "Not an hour!" "Oh!" "Not half an hour!" "This is almost as bad as the duke; you are forcing me." "If you do not answer yes or no at once, I'll go back to Barscheit and trounce that fellow who struck me. I can do it now." "Well but only four days " "Hours!
There might be an adventure; one could not always tell. She must hide her identity. If the stranger knew that she belonged to the House of Barscheit, possibly he would be frightened and take to his heels. But the Princess Hildegarde did not know that this stranger never took to his heels; he wasn't that kind. Princess or peasant, it would have been all the same to him.
"By George! but I've been enjoying the most enchanting adventure; such as you read out of a book. I'm inclined to believe that I shall enjoy my studies in old Barscheit." "But where did you get this?" If there was a girl around, I wanted to know all about it. "She dropped it." "She dropped it!" I repeated. "What she? Why, you old tow-head, have you been flirting at this hour of the morning?"
A recent letter from him had told of an encounter with the goddess of Monte Carlo. Fortune had been all things but favorable. "I'm not afraid of your princess; besides, I came here to study." "And study hard, my boy, study hard. Her Highness is not the only pretty woman in Barscheit. There's a raft of them." "I'll paddle close to the shore," with a smile. "By the way, I'll wake you up Thursday."
Barscheit bristled with militarism; the little man always imitates the big one, but lacks the big man's excuses. Militarism entered into and overshadowed the civic laws. There were three things you might do without offense; you might bathe, eat and sleep, only you must not sleep out loud.
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