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"Yes, at the Burgsdorf fish pond?" Questions and answers were alike short and precise. Hartmut was accustomed to the abrupt, military manner of his father, for in all his intercourse with him, no superfluous word, no hesitancy or evasion of an answer, was permitted. To-day Falkenried was especially abrupt, in order that he might conceal his intense excitement from his son's unpracticed eye.
But you bear the name of Rojanow " "That was my mother's name, she belonged to a Roumanian Bojarin family. My own name is Hartmut von Falkenried." "Falkenried? That was the name of the Prussian officer who came from Berlin with the secret despatches to the duke. Is he a kinsman of yours?" "He is my father."
"That question is superfluous; in any case I did not imagine that I should be forced into the position of being presented to you by Prince Adelsberg." "It was I who was forced," answered Hartmut, sharply and promptly. "I do not suppose you consider me an intruder? You know full well that I have a right to be here." "Hartmut von Falkenried certainly had a right but all that is changed."
I was quite overcome with surprise when I saw him again, and you yourself, told me that he was unusually gifted and in many things showed great talent." "I would that Hartmut had fewer talents and more character," said Falkenried, in an almost acrid tone.
Her greeting was warm and cordial, such as an old friend of her father might have expected, but Falkenried, while not exactly distant, was certainly not hearty. He took the extended hand, but his manner was cold and earnest, and he said indifferently, as he took the chair offered him: "Well, we can talk to one another until his return."
Adelheid too, abandoned any attempt at an ordinary conversation. Her voice was trembling and her face white as death, as she said: "Herr von Falkenried God help us, what would you have done?" "That which would have been finished now, had you not interfered," said Hartmut, in a hard tone. "Believe me, dear madame, it would have been better if accident had brought you here five minutes later."
The stars blinked faintly, as through a purple veil, and far beneath them all the earth lay cold and white and still. Falkenried was so deeply wrapt in thought that he did not notice the opening and closing of the door of the adjoining room. Softly his own room door opened, but he did not look up nor see the tall figure standing on the threshold.
General von Falkenried, surrounded by his staff, was standing in the market-place of the little city, and was just on the point of marching to the fortress. The helmets and guns of the men gleamed brightly in the morning sun as they marched in solemn order toward the citadel.
The question is " He did not finish, for the door opened and the lawyer entered. He seemed surprised not to find the officer alone, as he had fully expected, but Falkenried took no notice of his ill-concealed astonishment. "Herr Counsellor Egern Herr von Wallmoden, secretary of legation," said the host, presenting them. The man of law bowed with cool politeness as he took the seat offered him.
Falkenried shrugged his shoulders contemptuously: "Still acting a comedy? you need give yourself no trouble; I know all. Wallmoden laid before me the proofs of the game which Zalika Rojanow and her son played in Paris. I know the sources from which the money came on which you lived after she had lost her fortune.
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