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Finally he showed her the landscape, and pointed out and explained the especial objects of interest. Hartmut did not enter into the conversation at all, but after handing the field glass to his friend, excused himself on the plea of searching for a lost pocket-book. The watchman of the tower volunteered to go in search of it for him, but Rojanow declared he would go and look for it himself.
When the young man had entered his room an hour before, he had glanced hastily over the evening papers. A review of his work was to be found in each, and he read with interest the impressions which the drama had made: of its strength, and depth, and power, and how skillfully the young and talented Roumanian, Hartmut Rojanow, had outlined and elaborated his characters.
"Certainly, but it belongs to quite a different person in the drama now, one who only appears in a single scene." "Then Herr Rojanow has made his alterations since he read it for us at Fürstenstein?" "Only a few; the play is really quite unchanged with that single exception.
You have become the genuine son of your mother. Go your own way, and I'll go mine. But one thing I tell you, I command you! Never venture to connect the name of Falkenried with the dishonored name of Rojanow. Never let the world know who you are. Remember this warning, otherwise my blood be upon your head for I will make an end of it all."
I know no one who bears the name of Rojanow, and he will not dare to know me. We will pass one another as strangers." Wallmoden watched his friend's face closely while he was speaking; he wondered if all feeling was dead, or if this intense coldness and indifference were assumed. "I believed you would have taken the news of your son's re-appearance differently," he said, half aloud.
But Wallmoden imagined he would think it all well over, and when Prince Adelsberg left Rodeck that would end the whole matter. Under no circumstances would Rojanow appear by the prince's side at the capital where the ambassador had threatened to denounce him at once. But Baron von Wallmoden did not understand the unyielding defiance of this man, who had indeed dared much.
Rojanow had time and leisure to notice all this as he directed her course, sometimes behind her, sometimes in front, now holding back the low, overhanging branches, and a second later warning her of some sudden irregularity in the ground. The narrow forest footpath was anything but a pleasant road for a ramble, and was an especially trying passage for the woman.
This cold, haughty woman, whom the world had named heartless, was swayed and torn by this, the first love of her young life. She felt within her a passion to which she could no longer blind herself; the fiery breath, with all its fierceness, was blowing down upon her. Now came the crucial-test. "Leave me at once, Herr Rojanow this instant," she said.
"I came for a like reason, but as I have not had an opportunity to greet you before to-day, my dear madame, permit me to do so now." The words sounded very formal. Rojanow had come a step nearer as he spoke, but he still remained at a respectful distance. No movement of hers since he entered had escaped him, and a singular smile lay in his eyes as he looked steadily at the young wife.
He exults over the possession of a treasure whom he knows not how to prize, and to whose happiness and peace he gives not a thought." Adelheid's lips trembled. She knew only too well that all he said was true. She did not answer. "And what binds you to this man?" continued Rojanow, coming closer.
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