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But, on the other hand, there was a possibility that Rieseneck might not come back, after all, and in that case, if he had told her everything, he would have submitted himself to a painful humiliation without necessity. He resolved to keep his own counsel and at the same time to ask his wife no questions.
'There has been much snow this year, Herr Brandt, he said, raising his head and addressing his brother. Rieseneck did not understand, but he heard Greifenstein's voice, and slowly turned his ghastly face towards him. 'I beg your pardon, he said, 'I did not quite hear. 'There has been much snow this year, Greifenstein repeated with forcible distinctness.
He was evidently impressed by her appearance, and her vain old heart fluttered pleasantly. 'Permit me to present Herr Brandt, said Greifenstein, making a step forward. Clara inclined her head with an expression that was intended to be affable, and Rieseneck bowed gravely. She sank into a chair and looking up, saw that he was watching her with evident interest.
Was she not the mother of Greif? And besides, if all were to be told, was there not an unpleasantly dark spot in his own family, in the shape of his half-brother, Kuno von Rieseneck? Indeed the existence of Kuno von Rieseneck, concerning whom Clara knew nothing, was the reason why Greifenstein had lived for so many years in the country, only travelling outside of Germany when he travelled at all.
To get her secret without giving his in return would be unfair, according to his notions of honour, even apart from the consideration that if Rieseneck came back he would ultimately be obliged to confide in her.
And what are you to her? he cried, facing his brother as he shook him by the arm. 'You have cause to be angry, said Rieseneck. 'And so have I. He fixed his eyes on Clara's, and something like a smile flitted over his features. 'Speak! commanded Greifenstein, to whom the suspense was becoming unbearable.
Rieseneck was looking at him with a singularly disagreeable expression, which Greifenstein could not understand. The simple action had roused the exile's hatred and jealousy. During the last hour he had thought little of where he was; now he suddenly realised the extent of what he had forfeited. There was nothing especial, in the simply furnished bedroom, to account for his feelings.
The days when he had worn a uniform seemed very near to him still, and he could not realise that his own youth could seem so distant to those who had once known him. His whole nature revolted against the thought of meeting Rieseneck, and though he was not troubled by an active imagination he could not help thinking of the bitter words he would use in the interview.
If Greifenstein had determined that his own son was never to have any key to the mystery, he would never have allowed his brother to write down the details for Rex, even with an injunction to secrecy. And he had been a man capable, especially at such a time, of enforcing his will upon Rieseneck.
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