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I knew who he was now, and where to find him. “As I walked along home I thought what I would do. I quite meant to kill Monsieur Steinmetz; but I also meant to have no démêlés with an Impérial Procureur and the Cour d’Assizes for doing so. I didn’t want to murder him, either. I thought I would wait a little for the chance of a suitable opportunity for settling my business satisfactorily.
So far as one could judge from the action of a square and deeply indented chin, his mouth was expressive at that time and possibly at all times of a humorous resignation. No reply was vouchsafed to him, and Karl Steinmetz bumped along on his little Cossack horse, which was stretched out at a gallop. Evening was drawing on.
When the Osterno party reached home that same evening the starosta was waiting to see Steinmetz. His news was such that Steinmetz sent for Paul, and the three men went together to the little room beyond the smoking-room in the old part of the castle. "Well?" said Paul, with the unconscious hauteur which made him a prince to these people. The starosta spread out his hands.
"If I agree to make a bolt for Petersburg to-morrow will you come?" retorted Paul. "No," answered the stout man. "I thought not. Your cynicism is only a matter of words, Steinmetz, and not of deeds. There is no question of either of us leaving Osterno. We must stay and fight it right out here." "That is so," answered Steinmetz, with the Teutonic stolidity of manner which sometimes came over him.
De Chauxville bit his lip and waited. It was a moment of the tensest suspense. "À nous trois!" repeated Steinmetz. "De Chauxville, you love an epigram. The man who overestimates the foolishness of others is himself the biggest fool concerned. A lame horse the prince's generosity making your adieux. Mon Dieu! you should know me better than that after all these years.
"Yes, that is so," answered Steinmetz, with a laugh. "You may be a Nihilist," pursued Maggie. "You may have bombs concealed up your sleeves; you may exchange mysterious passwords with people in the streets; you may be much less innocent than you appear." "All that may be so," he admitted.
We have not come across Herwarth and Steinmetz at all, nor has the King. Schreck, too, I have not seen, but I know they are well. Gerhard keeps quietly at the head of his squadron, with his arm in a sling. Farewell I must to business. Your faithfullest v.B. Zwittau, Moravia, July 11, '66.
"Etta was very much against going at first, but I persuaded her to do so. It would be a mistake not to go now." Looking at him gravely, Steinmetz muttered, "I advise you not to go." Paul shrugged his shoulders. "I am sorry," he said. "It is too late now. Besides, I have invited Miss Delafield, and she has practically accepted." "Does that matter?" asked Steinmetz quietly. "Yes.
But I remembered how lightly he could move. “Next day I had, of course, disappeared from my old quarters, and gone no one knew where. I suppose Monsieur Steinmetz didn’t like this fact when he heard of it. It might have seemed suspicious. Suppose I had recognized him? In that case I had evidently a little game of my own, and was as evidently desirous to keep it dark.
Thus the two men waited until De Chauxville had recovered himself sufficiently to take his departure. The air was full of naked human passions. It was rather a grewsome scene. At last the Frenchman stood slowly up, and with characteristic thought of appearances fingered his torn coat. "Have you a cloak?" asked Steinmetz. "No."
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