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The two stood looking after the carriage until it turned into a side street, half way down the shady stretch toward the castle. They saw her companion glance back, but could not tell whether she did or not. Lorry looked uneasily at Anguish, and the latter read his thought. "You are wondering about the Guggenslocker name, eh? I'll tell you what I've worked out during the past two minutes.
"I don't see the name on any of the brewery signs around town," observed Anguish, consolingly. "There's evidently no Guggenslocker here." They strolled through the streets near the hotel until after six o'clock, wondering at the quaint architecture, the pretty gardens and the pastoral atmosphere that enveloped the city. Everybody was busy, contented, quiet and happy.
I heard last night that you were inquiring about one Caspar Guggenslocker, and I have racked my brain, searched my books, questioned my officers, and I am sorry to inform you that there is no such person in Edelweiss." "I was so well assured of it, Baron Dangloss," Lorry said. "The name is totally unknown to me, sir. May I ask why you are searching for him?" "Certainly. I met Mr.
"An ideal American!" she surprised him by saying. "Follow me!" She led him to the doorway. "Stand here, and I will call the Countess. At this side, where it is dark." She opened the door gently and stood in the light for a second. He saw before him a graceful figure in trailing white, and then he saw her face. She was Miss Guggenslocker! "My God!" he hoarsely gasped, staggering toward her. "You!
Uncle Caspar placed his napkin to his lips and coughed. Aunt Yvonne studiously inspected her bill of fare. "No matter what you call a rose, it is always sweet," he added, meaningly. At this she laughed good-naturedly. He marveled at her white teeth and red lips. A rose, after all. Guggenslocker, rose; rose, not Guggenslocker. No, no! A rose only!
His curiosity got the better of him, and his courage was increased by the champagne the old gentleman had ordered. "I did not know your name until my niece told it to me after your arrival in the carriage," said Uncle Caspar. "I don't remember giving it to Miss Guggenslocker at any time," said Lorry. "You were not my informant," she said, demurely. "Surely you did not guess it." "Oh, no, indeed.
He recalled the fact that a former royal princess of Graustark had gone sight-seeing over the world, incognita, as a Miss Guggenslocker, and had been romantically snatched up by a lucky American named Lorry. What if this girl in the gun-shop should turn out to be a well, he could hardly hope for a princess; but she might be a countess. The old mart was rambling on.
We'll be a kind of a fool, but not so foolish as to allow her to see us and recognize us as one." Before long they arrived at the wharf, and he hurried to the office near by. The clerk permitted him to look over the list. First he ran through the first-class passengers, and was surprised to find that there was no such name as Guggenslocker in the list.
Miss Guggenslocker or whatever her name might be and her carriage companion were as exquisitely gowned as any women to be seen on the boulevards or in Hyde Park of an afternoon. It was late in the afternoon when they returned to the hotel. After dinner, during which they were again objects of interest, they strolled off towards the castle, smoking their cigars and enjoying the glorious air.
He fancied he caught a sly look of triumph in her uncle's swift glance toward her. But Uncle Caspar was not a rose he was Guggenslocker. Guggenslocker butcher! Still, he did not look the part no, indeed. That extraordinary man a butcher, a gardener, a and Aunt Yvonne? Yet they were Guggenslockers. "Here is the waiter," the girl observed, to his relief. "I am famished after my pleasant drive.
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