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Room IX. was still to remain "aristocratic" as Weise satirically remarked even after Baron Walther von Frielinghausen had moved over to the non-commissioned officers' quarters. A few days before the regiment left for the manœuvres, Count Egon Plettau arrived and took possession of Frielinghausen's locker. All kinds of wild reports had been circulating in the battery about Plettau.
"I was with the castellan, Herr von Schönau," he explained, "and have been asking him to lend us a few of his servants to help us, for we're busy up to our eyes at Rodeck, and have not people enough for all the work." "Ah, yes, Prince Egon is back from his Oriental tour. I heard that before," said Schönau.
"And you believe it's a terrible responsibility to ask a man to ride to sure death you believe the man will do it freely willingly?" "I'll swear he will, your excellency." "Then I dare not refuse, though it's a fearful venture. I'll send for Tanner at once." "May I take the order to him?" interrupted Egon, quickly. The general turned in surprise and looked at him. "You, yourself, do you mean?
"After what I now know it would be an impossibility." Hartmut grew pale to his very lips as he stepped excitedly before him. "You cannot? That means you will not." The prince was silent. "Egon" there was a tone of wild entreaty in his voice. "You know I have never asked a favor of you, this is the first and last, but now I beg, I implore your friendship.
Egon von Hohenlicht was making the professor's daughters laugh, always simultaneously. Moritz was walking about with Marion between the beds of stocks, and they were speaking of Billy. Even little Miss Demme and the stately Hanoverian were standing together a little to one side and whispering. Lisa had had the reclining chair carried out to the grass-plot under the pear-tree.
After wandering about in the woods for hours, he had at last found this spot a fitting place to accomplish his purpose. He had waited with feverish expectancy the message from Egon, and it had come. No letter, only three lines with the signature, "Egon, Prince Adelsberg," but these three lines, for him who received them, meant the end of all things. Thrust out forever and despised!
"Yes, he has arrived," he said shortly. "I have I have just seen him." "Oh!" It was almost a cry. "Then then they will do it? Mein Herr, mein Herr, help me! Egon, he has been thinking only of this for years; and now, if he does it, he will think of nothing else all his life. And he mustn't he mustn't! It's it will be madness. I know him. Mein Herr, there is nobody else I can ask; help me!"
His eyes were dark, almost threatening, as he replied: "But what if I will go?" "But you won't, for I will hold you closer than ever." Egon laid his arm affectionately on his friend's shoulder. "I wonder how this bad, obstinate Hartmut can answer to his conscience for even thinking of leaving me alone.
He had not mentioned his meeting with Frau von Wallmoden. Why not forget the very name as soon as possible? "Our romantic loneliness will soon end, Herr von Schönau tells me," continued Egon. "The whole court is coming to Fürstenstein for the hunting season, and I can count on a visit from the duke. He'll come over to Rodeck as soon as he arrives.
I expected it, for it was the only thing left for him to do to expiate his old fault. Does he march beneath our colors yet?" "So far he has not been able to gain admission, and I have been saved a fearful responsibility," said Egon, with intense bitterness. "He endeavored to get into several regiments but was refused every time." "Refused? And why?"
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