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Baron," though his grin remained unaltered. Illumination For the first time since the beginning of his illness, von Rittenheim was walking unassisted towards the cluster of trees on the Oakwood lawn, beneath whose shelter rugs and low chairs and a tea-table made a summer sitting-room. Mrs. Carroll, who already was established in the shade, watched anxiously her guest's feeble approach.
Morgan it is now three weeks ago did you not meet a man who asked you the way?" "Asked the way? Let me see. Yes, Ah 'low we did. White horse?" "A white horse. Exactly," returned von Rittenheim, dryly. "You directed him on his road only too well." "What do you mean?
Morgan, with a smile that disconcerted von Rittenheim and drove him to a new topic. "You will for-rgive me if I do talk some business with you," he said, hastily. "Do you feel well enough?" "Oh, yes. I shall feel much better when I have cleared my mind of all these things.
He had thought to go away, but that would have been unkind to Max, and perhaps have put Hilda in a wrong light in the eyes of those who knew them. No, he was the head of the family. His duty was to sit through the wedding-breakfast which her aunt gave to the bride, and to preside at the feast that welcomed the pair to Schloss Rittenheim.
Sydney and Bob looked at each other with dawning comprehension, yet without the ability entirely to clear away the fog. "John, are you hinting any slur against Baron von Rittenheim, our neighbor and good friend?" The old lady was radiating dignity and indignation. "I'm not hinting a thing, my dear Mrs. Carroll. I'm telling you what the affable revenue man told me.
"Ah don't know what you-all are driving at, but Ah'm thirsting fo' that information you're advertising to present me with free!" he drawled. Von Rittenheim now had himself under control, though his feet and hands were cold because of the retreat to his head of the fighting fluid. "Let me ask you after you were here with Mrs.
"The best view will be from this side." "Are you going to ride, Mr. Morgan?" asked Katrina. "Yes, I think so." "Bob never can resist any game that's played with a horse," said Sydney, laughing. "You know you'd like right well to try it yourself," he retorted. Baron von Rittenheim gave his seat beside Mrs. Schuyler to Miss McRae, and went to Sydney's side.
Von Rittenheim understood enough of the rapid English to realize its irrelevancy, and wondered idly why the man was such a fool, not knowing that it was the presence of a visiting national senator from the hotel that had inspired this eloquence. The air grew worse as more and more people pushed into the already crowded room.
Sydney roused at the change of gait and turned the horse into the homeward way; but, just as he was settling down gleefully to his work, she remembered that she had failed entirely to accomplish the errand upon which her grandmother had sent her; the errand that had clouded her brow with anxiety. Mrs. Carroll was very fond of Baron von Rittenheim.
Fortunately for his further catechism, the idea of coffee appealed to Mrs. Morgan, and von Rittenheim set about making it, secretly wondering what his breakfast would be like without it, but preparing it none the less cheerfully.
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