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I'll be back immediately." She left the room, and while Wallmoden paced the floor dejectedly, his nephew sat alone at the supper-table, which no one but himself seemed to notice. He did not venture to eat his supper, for his mother was in anything but a pleasant humor to-day, and he felt no liberties were to be taken.
Hartmut breathed hard; keen and cruel like a lightning's flash, came a memory to his soul, the memory of that hour in which he had freely given his word and broken it. Adelheid von Wallmoden looked straight at Hartmut now; her face was pale, and her voice trembled as she addressed him again: "I wish you to cease this persecution, which has been going on for weeks now.
"You must have had cause for forgiveness before this for such enormities. The duchess and the other ladies will be on horseback to-day, will they not?" "Certainly; they could see nothing from the carriages. By the way, did you know that Frau von Wallmoden was an accomplished horse woman? I met her day before yesterday returning from a ride with her brother-in-law, the head forester."
"No," he answered finally, "We don't see the Colonel at all." "But he comes to Burgsdorf sometimes, does he not?" "No he keeps to himself, but I saw him by chance the other day with uncle Wallmoden in Berlin." "And how does he look? Is he much changed in these last years?" Willibald shrugged his shoulders: "He has certainly grown old. You would hardly recognize him with his white hair."
"The little hunting lodge where we two misanthropes live like hermits, cut off from all the world beside, save the apes and parrots which we brought from the East, and they, by the way, are growing very melancholy in their new home." "One would never take your highness for a misanthrope," said Frau von Wallmoden with a fleeting smile.
He had not spoken to Adelheid von Wallmoden since the memorable day in the forest, until he met her to-day walking beside her bleeding and unconscious husband, whom they were bearing to his death bed. The moment forbade everything but action, and Rojanow had not attempted to enter the sick room, but had waited outside for the physician's reports.
"We will hope so," answered Wallmoden, as he rose and reached out his hand at parting. "But do not forget that the greatest danger with which you have to contend lies in Hartmut himself; he is in every trait the son of his mother. You are coming over to Burgsdorf with him day after to-morrow, I hear?" "Yes, he is to spend his short autumn vacation with Willibald.
Adelheid stood at the window peering into the darkness. She yet wore her rich court gown, and as she leaned her head against the pane, lost in thought, her attitude was one of weariness and languor. Wallmoden sat at his writing table, reading hastily the dispatches and letters which had arrived during the day.
I regret having troubled you about the matter, Herr Major." He bowed himself out with the same cool, indifferent manner with which he had entered. As the door closed upon him, Falkenried sprang up and began pacing excitedly up and down the room; there were a few minutes of oppressive silence, then Wallmoden said, half aloud: "You should not have done that.
To be sure, an ambassador is a fine match, and it is evident that Adelheid von Wallmoden was born to marry such a man. She has all the aristocratic airs and manners which are the one thing needful in the diplomatic circle. Doubtless he's had her well trained to take her place in the diplomatic school. Well, he's fared well in this world, there's no doubt of that."
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