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He conducted the veiled maiden through the park, along the freshly graveled path to the inclosed plot of ground. "Here is your garden," he said, opening the gate. "Now you, too, own a plot of ground." Count Vavel had expected to see the little maid clap her hands with delight, and hasten to pluck the flowers for a nosegay. Instead, however, she clung to his arm and sighed heavily.
Did not I tell you that I would pay a reward for a living captive?" "Yes, your lordship, and we shall lose our reward this time. But we did n't capture the fellow for nothing, after all. We searched his pockets, and found this sealed letter addressed to a general in the enemy's army." Vavel took the letter, and said: "Rest here until I return.
She grasped it cordially, and, shaking it, added: "Don't speak of our meeting to-night to any one; I shall not mention it, I can promise you! And now, I will give you your stick; I am certain some one at home is anxious about you. God be with you!" At home Count Vavel found Henry on guard at the door of Marie's room, his musket cocked, ready for action.
"Did anything happen here?" asked the count. "Did Marie waken?" "No; but she called out several times in her sleep, and once I heard her say quite distinctly: 'Ludwig, take care; she will bite!" Count Vavel could not deny that his fair neighbor had made a very favorable impression on him.
And then Marie said to herself: "He loves me. He loves me very much as the fakir loves his Brahma, as the Carthusian loves his sainted Virgin. That is how he loves me!" So far as Marie's safety from robbers was concerned, Count Vavel might now rest content. Satan Laczi's advice had been obeyed to the letter. But how about Baroness Landsknechtsschild? Danger still threatened her.
From time to time a shooting star sped on its course across the sky. One after the other, Ludwig Vavel read the two letters he carried in his breast. He did not need to take them from their hiding-place in order to read them. He knew the contents by heart every word. One of them was a love-letter he had received from his betrothed; the other was the Judas message of his enemy and Marie's.
Ludwig ceased laughing, and replied very seriously; "Gracious baroness, were I the person you believe me to be, I should have been glad to meet the man who compelled me to live here in seclusion. A skilful sword-thrust or a well-aimed bullet would have released me from this prison." "And yet, everybody believes Count Vavel to be Ange Barthelmy's lover," responded the baroness.
First, however, let me introduce my friends," waving his hand toward the two officers, "Captain Kriegeisen and Lieutenant Zagodics, of Emperor Alexander's dragoons." Count Vavel again gave utterance to his pleasure on making the acquaintance of the colonel's friends. Then he said courteously: "In what way can I serve you, Herr Colonel?"
Again the troop's commander left his card, determining to remain indoors at the manor until the return visit had been paid, which would have to be done within twenty-four hours if no rudeness were intended. He was not a little astonished to find, on returning to the manor, that Count Vavel had left a card for him with the porter. Such promptness perplexed the colonel.
Count Vavel waited until his guest was out of sight; then he changed his clothes, and when the regular dinner-hour arrived joined Marie, as usual, in the dining-room, to enjoy with her the delicate snail-soup and other dainties.
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