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And Paul went on, followed by Steinmetz, and behind them, Maggie. At the foot of the stairs a broader passage led to the side door, and from this other passages opened into the servants' quarters, and communicated through the kitchens with the modern building.
"It is a chance it may stop them!" said Steinmetz. His arm was outstretched steadily. A loud report, a little puff of smoke shooting upward to the gilded ceiling, and for one brief moment the crowd stood still, watching one of their ringleaders, who was turning and twisting on his side half a dozen steps from the bottom.
Lady Orlay looked at her fan reflectively as she opened and closed it. "Reginald Cartoner has turned up quite suddenly," she said. "Mr. Mangles has arrived from Washington. You are here from Paris. A few minutes ago old Karl Steinmetz, who still watches the nations en amateur, shook hands with me. This Prince Bukaty is not a nonentity. All the Vultures are assembling, Paul. I can see that.
At the table sat an old man with broad benevolent face, high forehead, thin hair, and that smile which savors of the milk of human kindness, and in England suggests Nonconformity. "You!" ejaculated Steinmetz. "Stépan!" "Yes. Come in and close the door." He laid aside his pen, extended his hand, and, rising, kissed Karl Steinmetz on both cheeks after the manner of Russians. "Yes, my dear Karl.
"Of course it matters," answered the lady, with an astonished little laugh. "But the position that depends upon a foreign title cannot be of much value," said the pupil of Karl Steinmetz. Etta shook her pretty head reflectively.
"It was a woman," he said. "A woman?" "A woman you know," said Steinmetz slowly. "Good God! Catrina?" "No, not Catrina." "Then who?" cried Paul hoarsely. His hands fell heavily on the table. "Your wife!" Paul knew before the words were spoken. He turned again, and stood looking out of the window with his hands thrust into his pockets. He stood there for whole minutes in an awful stillness.
"Then you must know that I could only form one which would be pleasing to you." "I know nothing of the sort," replied Etta. "Of course I know that all that you say about position and work is mere irony. Paul thinks there is no one in the world like you." Steinmetz glanced sharply down at her. He had never considered the possibility that she might love Paul. Was this, after all, jealousy?
These Bavarians were trim-looking soldiers, dressed in neat uniforms of light blue; they looked healthy and strong, but seemed of shorter stature than the North Germans I had seen in the armies of Prince Frederick Charles and General von Steinmetz.
Without looking round, he walked slowly on. The path through the trees was narrow, two could not walk abreast. After a few yards Steinmetz emerged on to a large, sloping lawn with flower beds, and a long, low house above it. On the covered terrace a man sat writing at a table. He was surrounded by papers, and the pen in his large, firm hand moved rapidly over the sheet before him.
Karl Steinmetz had shown the depth of his knowledge of men and women when he commented on that power of facing danger with an unruffled countenance which he was pleased to attribute to English ladies above all women. During the evening he had full opportunity of verifying his own observations. Etta came down to dinner smiling and imperturbable.
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