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When I saw that I had seen the last of her for that evening I had no desire to stay in the crush which filled the rooms; and finding Brunow in the same mind as myself, I went away with him. Brunow lived off Regent Street, in a garret handsomely furnished and tenantable, but stuffy and confined to my notions, used as I had been to the open-air life of a soldier on active service.
He would have called upon me, but he failed to find me, and he sails for Italy to-night. I meet him at I forget the name, but it is on your river, and the Honorable Mr. Brunow is so good as to be my guide. Come with me," he said, suddenly. "You will learn the very latest news of Italy, and you will meet a good patriot who will tell you what was actually doing three weeks ago."
And since they can never come together, it is better for her to go on believing that he died while she was in her babyhood." "What is to prevent their coming together?" I asked. "He is a prisoner," said Brunow, gravely. "Mind you, Fyffe, I tell you this in the strictest confidence, and I know you well enough to trust you."
There is Brunow, who was the fatal cause of it all; and the Baroness Bonnar, who made her cat's-paw of him; and Ruffiano, whom the two betrayed between them; and then there are left the count, and Miss Rossano, and the faithful Hinge.
Brunow," he responded, raising his forage-cap and bowing, "Captain Fyffe, my dear friend Corporal Hinge, I am without words to thank you. God knows I thank you in my heart!" His voice failed him altogether then, and we all sat silent for a time. "What are we waiting for?" asked Brunow. "Every minute is precious. Let us push along." "You see the ford," I answered.
We have encountered no difficulty, and run no dangers." "But," said Brunow, in his lightest and airiest fashion, as if he disclaimed credit in the very act of claiming it, "I need hardly tell Miss Rossano that in fulfilling the commission we accepted at her hands we should have been delighted to encounter either. As it was we had the most extraordinary good-fortune in the world.
"Sorry to trouble you, sir, but you remember what you promised me. I took your word of honor, sir, and I've made myself personally responsible." "Damn it all!" cried Brunow, rising, with a whiter face than ever; "do you suppose that a gentleman is to be badgered about a thing of this kind at this hour of the night in another gentleman's rooms? Wait outside.
Why hasn't he brought the things back as he was told to do?" Hinge said nothing, but looked from me to my visitor in some bewilderment. "You hear!" cried Brunow, rising and throwing the stump of his cigar into the grate with a sickly pretence of anger. "Beg your pardon, sir," said Hinge; "there's Mr. Brunow's key, sir. Seems to me I've been sent on a fool's errand. Mr.
"Do you think," I asked him, "that the solemn assurances of a spy are worth much in any case?" "They won't hurt him," said Brunow; "I made sure of that beforehand. I give you my word of honor. I was careful about it, because I have rather a liking for him."
This night, a little to my surprise, he beckoned Brunow, who, as I fancied, had been waiting in hope and expectation of the summons. His face, which had grown once more a little haggard and anxious, brightened when he received it, and the count held him in private conversation for a moment, with one hand on his shoulder.
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