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Adelheid rose, and supporting herself against a chair, spoke in an eager, excited, trembling tone. "And what did he say when you accused him?" "Rojanow, do you mean? I haven't seen him again and do not intend to. It is better to spare both him and me. He is at the Rodeck forestry awaiting an answer from me. I sent him three lines telling him what I had learned, without one word of comment.
"No, his highness is in the city, but Herr Rojanow is here and sent me. He begs that you and Herr von Eschenhagen come down at once to Rodeck, and," he glanced at Frau von Eschenhagen, of whose arrival he had not heard, "and my lady should come, too." "But what is it, what has happened?" cried the forester, seriously alarmed now.
He did not finish, for Stadinger, who had followed the servant stood in the doorway, and said in a suppressed tone: "I come upon a family matter, Herr von Schönau, but it is a sad one. I cannot wait, but must speak with you at once." "What is it? speak out!" said the head forester. "Has any misfortune happened to the prince? He's not at Rodeck?"
I trust he pleases you, my masters now you can let me go, Peter." But instead of obeying this order, the old man held his two hands all the more firmly, while he said in a tone of deep emotion: "Ah, your highness, you cannot know how anxious we have been about you at Rodeck."
To be sure the Herr Rojanow of Rodeck, who ordered every one around, even the prince himself, and the orderly whom Lieutenant Walldorf ordered to come forward because he didn't speak loud enough, were as far apart as heaven and earth. If it had not been for the voice! "Then your highness, you think " Stadinger began again. "I think you're an old ghost-hunter," said Egon gently.
But now he saw his friend depart without protest; he was not unwilling to have the field to himself. The baroness had already raised the glass to her eyes, and was following attentively his explanations and comments on the surrounding country. "And over yonder, behind that mountain of forest, lies Rodeck," he said at last.
His amiable aunt drew herself up with an angry snort, and measured him with no conciliatory glance. "Oh, you have them at Rodeck also?" "Yes, indeed; and little Zena, the granddaughter of my old steward, is a lovely little thing, and if you do me the honor of visiting me, dear aunt, I'll " "I will not go near the place," his aunt interrupted sharply.
He is Prince Egon's bosom friend, and accompanied him on his oriental tour. He's as handsome as a picture, and how the fire does flash in his eyes." "He looks to me like an adventurer," said Wallmoden, coldly. "How did he come to be invited here? Has he been presented to the duke?" "Yes, at Rodeck, so I heard. The duke went over there the first thing.
The old man shook his head sadly and answered in a subdued tone: "I stood by when Herr Rojanow questioned him in the hall. There is no hope. The poor baron won't live until night." The little hunting lodge of Rodeck, which lay so white and silent in the snow of that first December day, had seldom been witness to so great an excitement as that occasioned by Baron Wallmoden's accident.
So no one knew that Herr Rojanow was at Rodeck. Baron von Wallmoden's carriage was drawn up on a cold, dark morning before the door of the Prussian ambassador's residence. This time the drive was to be a long one, for servants brought out furs and robes and piled them on the seats. The ambassador, who had just risen from his breakfast, was taking leave of the Colonel.
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