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"Willibald, I don't believe your head is right yet," said Frau von Eschenhagen with her old acerbity. "Who ever heard a sensible man, a married man and a landed gentleman, speak in such a manner of his wife, 'A sweet little singing bird. You've been learning that from your bosom friend, Hartmut, whom you all think such a great poet."
He leaves to-morrow for the seat of war. If he learns later that you are in the army, the excitement of war may prevent him asking the why and wherefore. But it will be several days before I can know anything definite. Will you be my guest until then?" The prince had recovered his self-possession, and spoke as usual to his old friend; but Hartmut understood the undertone in this question.
But let's not talk of that time so long gone by. I never have borne any grudge against you, you know that; we have always been friends in spite of everything, and if you want my assistance or advice now here I am." She held out her hand and he placed his own in it. "I know it, Regine, but in this matter I can only help and advise myself. If you will send Hartmut to me now, I'll speak with him."
"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.
"What a singular caprice to change the name of his heroine in the last hour." "But that is not the case," Egon answered. "The change was made long before we left Rodeck. Hartmut took it into his head that 'Ada' was too cold and clear-cut a name for the passionate character of his heroine, so he re-baptized her." "But the name 'Ada' is here on the programme," interrupted the princess.
Her courage forsook her for the moment, she made several false steps, then stood perfectly quiet and cast an involuntary glance toward the opposite bank, where Hartmut stood watching her in silence, resolved to raise no hand toward her assistance until requested to do so. Perhaps she read this in his eyes and it gave her back her strength.
Neither had he showed himself when Frau von Eschenhagen appeared, but he had spoken later with Herr von Schönau and Willibald. Now all was over, Herbert von Wallmoden was no longer numbered among the living, and his wife, his widow, was free! Hartmut breathed heavily at this thought, but it brought him no joy.
Hartmut tore open the envelope, the wind nearly blew the papers from his hand, so that it was with difficulty he could master their contents, while the baroness continued: "Joseph Tanner had a small office at Ostwalden. This morning he had an unusually severe hemorrhage and died an hour after. Poor fellow, he had only time to leave a message with me for his old mother.
You have come to me!" he threw his arms stormingly around his friend's neck. The young heir, who little understood how his appearance just at the moment when old memories were welling up in Hartmut's brain, had moved his friend, was almost overcome by this reception. He remembered that Hartmut had always been his superior, intellectually, and how many times he had been made to feel this.
I have felt it and seen it, but in such a battle the man is always victor." A slight rustle of a curtain made him turn round. It was the ambassador in search of his wife, whom he thought still here; he stood on the threshold and threw a hasty glance around the room, when he caught sight of Hartmut. He stopped and hesitated for a moment, then he said half aloud: "Herr Rojanow " "Your Excellency!"
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