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A bitter smile wreathed the lady's lips as she replied: "Could any wound that I might receive increase the burden on my heart?" She laughed harshly, then asked suddenly: "Perhaps you are afraid the colonel will think I am the mysterious lady of the Nameless Castle?" Count Vavel's face reddened to the roots of his hair.
No sooner did Baroness Katharina learn that Count Vavel was again without a man-servant than she sent to the castle Satan Laczi's son, who was then twelve years old, and a useful lad. Two leading ideas now filled Count Vavel's entire soul. One was an enthusiastic admiration for a high ideal, whose embodiment he believed he had found in the lovely person of his young charge.
During these few moments her head had rested on the young man's shoulder, her form had been supported on his arm. "Don't trouble any further about me," she murmured, when she opened her eyes and saw herself in Vavel's arms; "but attend to that poor woman"; and she hastily rose from her recumbent position. The woman was shivering with a chill or was it the result of extreme terror?
I saw the invitation-card, and it was to 'Madame la Comtesse de Alba, avec la Princesse Marie." "Princess Marie?" echoed Vavel. "As I tell you; and that is how I come to know she is a princess." Vavel's brain seemed paralyzed. He could not even think.
We shall march, cum gentibus, to repulse the invading foe. Here is the royal order, and here is the call to the nation." Count Vavel's face at these words became suddenly transfigured like the features of a dead man who has been restored to life. His eyes sparkled, his lips parted, his cheeks glowed with color his whole countenance was eloquent; his tongue alone was silent. He could not speak.
"I can assure you that she knew nothing about this matter. I shall not send her away, but, as a proof that I trust her entirely, shall let her sleep in the room next to mine, and let her carry all my keys!" To emphasize her declaration, she thumped the floor vigorously with Vavel's iron-ferruled stick. Involuntarily the count extended his hand to her.
"General Guillaume agrees to everything," he announced immediately, on entering the room. "He will release the ladies he has been holding as prisoners." Vavel hastened to shake hands with the bearer of these glad tidings, who was, however, more eager to kiss the hand of Vavel's partner, and to inquire: "I hope I find the ladies perfectly comfortable?" "Very comfortable indeed," replied madame.
When I whispered the password to one of them, he gave it back to me, whereupon I handed him your letter. I came away as soon as he brought me the answer. Here it is." This letter by no means lightened Vavel's gloomy mood.
Thus it will seem as if she fell by accident into the hands of the enemy. Vavel's heart almost ceased to beat. The letter shook in his trembling hands. "I shall not, however," he continued to read, "depend on the fickle mood of a woman, who may be swayed by a tear or a love-letter.
By the light of the watch-fire Vavel could see the familiar red kerchief the farmer's wife from the manor was wont to wear over her head. The mule came directly toward the watch-fire, and stopped when close to Vavel's horse.
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