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But he knew her so well: she would not trifle very long: his life on it, that she will soon falter! her bosom will lift, lift and check: a word from Tresten then, if he is a friend, and she melts to the truth in her. Alvan heard her saying: 'I will see him yes, to-day. Let him appoint. He may come when he likes come at once!
His laughter, even to Tresten, a man of camps, sounded profane as a yell beneath a cathedral dome. 'Why, the woman has been in my hands I released her, spared her, drilled brain and blood, ransacked all the code, to do her homage and honour in every mortal way; and we two strangers! Do you hear that, Tresten?
Late in the evening her door was flung wide for Colonel von Tresten. She looked her interrogative 'Well? His features were not used to betray the course of events. 'How has it gone? she said. He replied: 'As I told you. I fancied I gauged the hussy pretty closely. 'She will not see him? 'Not she. The baroness crossed her arms. 'And Alvan? The colonel shrugged.
Why does he not come here? He might rage at me for a day and a night, and I would rock him to sleep in the end. However, he has done nothing? That was the point. The baroness perceived it to be a serious point, and repeated the question sharply. 'Has he been to the house? no? writing? Tresten dropped a nod. 'Not to the girl, I suppose. To the father? said she. 'He has written to the General.
By contrast with the treacherous Tresten, whose iciness roused her to defiance, the nervous little advocate seemed an emissary of the skies, and she invoked her treasure-stores of the craven's craftiness in revolt to compose a letter that should move him, melt the good angel to espouse her cause.
I should walk or row on the lake, but I would rather be sure of readiness for your return. You meet Storchel at the General's house? 'The appointment was at the house, Tresten said. 'I have not seen him this morning. I know of nothing to prepare him for.
He stood bareheaded for coolness, looking in the direction Tresten had taken, his forehead shining and eyes charged with the electrical activity of the mind, reading intensely all who passed him, without a thought upon any of these objects in their passage.
He had departed before Clotilde heard a step. Immediately thereupon it came: to her mind that Tresten was one of Alvan's bosom friends. How, then, could he be of neither party?
He has written a savage letter to her father, sending the girl to the deuce with the name she deserves, and challengeing the General. 'That letter is despatched? 'Rudiger has it by this time. The baroness fixed her eyes on Tresten: she struck her lap. 'Alvan! Is it he? But the General is old, gouty, out of the lists. There can be no fighting.
He gathered and drilled a legion of spies, and showered his gold in bribes and plots to get the letter to her, to get an interview one human word between them. His friend Colonel von Tresten was beside him when he received the enemy's counter-stroke. Count Walburg and his companion brought a letter from Clotilde no reply; a letter renouncing him.
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