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It was actually said that he was educating the girl and keeping her in seclusion and that it was probably his colossal intention to marry her when she was old enough. He had no heir of his own and he must have beauty and innocence. Innocence and beauty his viciousness would have. "Pah!" exclaimed von Hillern. "It is youth which requires such things and takes them.
"You understood what he said?" "Perfectly. It seemed to be the end of a long argument. He cried, 'Hilda, will you or will you not give up von Hillern?" "And she said?" "'I have told you repeatedly, Max, that I will not. Then he seemed to go wild, and cried, 'Give him up! Give him up!" Von Rittenheim paled. He never moved his eyes from his friend's face.
"I have something to say to you, Madam," he said; "When I place this young lady in the hands of her governess, I will come back and say it." "Is her governess Fraulein Hirsch?" asked the woman lightly. "No. She is doubtless on her way back to Berlin and von Hillern will follow her." There was only the first floor flight of stairs now. Robin could scarcely see her way.
Later, Coombe learned from the mam with the steady, blunt-featured face, that she had crossed the Channel on a night boat not many hours after Von Hillern had walked away from Berford Place.
The other was Lord Coombe. Lord Coombe, she knew, was bad, vicious, did the things people only hinted at without speaking of them plainly. A sense of instinctive revolt in the strength of her antipathy to Von Hillern made her feel that he must be of the same order. "If either of them came into this room now and locked the door behind him, I could not get out."
When they entered the carriage, Barkstow entered with them and Mademoiselle Valle leaned forward with her elbows on her knees and her face clutched in her hands. She was trying to shut out from her mental vision a memory of Robin's eyes. "If if Fraulein Hirsch is not true," she broke out once. "Count von Hillern is concerned. It has come upon me like a flash. Why did I not see before?"
He went downstairs and walked home because his carriage had taken Robin and Mademoiselle back to the slice of a house. Von Hillern made no further calls on Mrs. Gareth-Lawless. His return to Berlin was immediate and Fraulein Hirsch came no more to give lessons in German.
"You are sputtering to such an extent that you really ARE, you know." Von Hillern whirled round the corner. Coombe, left alone, stood still a moment. "I was in time," he said to himself, feeling somewhat nauseated. "By extraordinary luck, I was in time. In earlier days one would have said something about 'Provadence'." And he at once walked back.
Mademoiselle Valle chanced, however, to recall having observed the salute of a somewhat haughty, masculine person, whose military bearing in itself was sufficient to attract attention, so markedly did it suggest the clanking of spurs and accoutrements, and the high lift of a breast bearing orders. "He is Count von Hillern, and I wish he would stay in Germany," said Robin.
The leering footman had opened the for him. "Turn on the lights." A voice she knew gave the order, the leering footman obeyed, touching a spot high on the wall. She had vaguely and sickeningly felt almost sure that it would be either Count von Hillern or Lord Coombe and it was not Count von Hillern!
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