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Count Vavel was seriously concerned about his fair neighbor, and wondered how he might communicate his extraordinary discovery to her. What could he do to warn her of the danger which still threatened her? Should he call in person at the manor, and tell her of his interview with Satan Laczi? A propitious chance came to Count Vavel's aid in his perplexity.
I fancy, Herr Vice-palatine, we may be able to find a more sensible subject for discussion. There is a quiet little nook in this old castle where are to be found some excellent wines, and some of the best latakia you " "What?" with lively interest interrupted the vice-palatine. "Latakia? Why, that is tobacco." "Certainly and Turkish tobacco, too, at that!" responded Count Vavel.
Since the new mistress's advent in the neighboring manor Count Vavel had spent more time than usual in his observatory. At first suspicion had been his motive. Now, however, there was a certain fascination in bringing near to him with his telescope the woman with whom he had exchanged only written communication. If he was so eager to behold her, why did he not go to the manor?
With these words she drew the violets from her corsage, and fastened them in Herr Bernat's buttonhole. Hereupon the gallant vice-palatine forgot his ceremonious intentions. He seized the maid's hand, pressed it against his stiffly waxed mustache, and muttered, with a wary glance toward Count Vavel: "I am sorry this pretty little hand belongs to those messieurs Frenchmen!"
The "peasant woman with a red kerchief over her head," who was standing on the soda-factory hill, called in a low, clear tone to Ludwig: "De Fervlans is coming with his troop." "Then we must prepare a greeting for him," responded Vavel. He ordered his men into their saddles, then sallied forth with them to meet the enemy.
Count Vavel now lost all patience, and, forgetting himself in his anger, exclaimed: "Henry, if you persist in your foolishness you will deserve damnation. Did not you say so yourself, when you pledged your word to me on that eventful day? Did you not say, 'The wretch who would become a traitor deserves to be damned'?" With these words he rose and strode toward the door.
The youthful leader had at once placed himself in front of the coach, ready for combat with the leader of the attacking foe, and Vavel was obliged to exercise all his skill to disarm without injuring him. At the moment when the young French champion's sword flew from his hand, the younger lady, forgetting all ceremony, cried in terror: "Oh mon Dieu, ne tuez pas Arthur!"
"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.
The armed guard on duty at the manor gates verified this supposition. Count Vavel might now feel perfectly sure that no robbers would attempt to break into the manor; they were too cunning to come prowling about a place where cavalry officers were quartered. And with the arrival of the troop another danger had been averted.
He held between the fingers of his right hand a bit of lead-pencil, with which he would illustrate what he described on the palm of his left hand. "You come in good time, Master Matyas," said the count. "Yes yes. If only I had been in good time at the battle of Marengo!" sighed the singular man. "Too late now for regrets of that sort, Master Matyas," smilingly responded Count Vavel.
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