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The duke took hold of Hans by the shoulders and drew him close. "You dog! So you ask for nothing? It shall be given to you. To-morrow morning I shall have you shot! Hans Breunner! God is good to me this night! Thanks, Herr Carmichael, a thousand thanks! And I need not ask who that damnable scoundrel is who has the black face and heart of a Gipsy.
"Herr Grumbach," said the chancellor in a mild tone, "I should like to see your papers." "My passports, your Excellency?" "Yes." Grumbach laid them on the desk imperturbably. The chancellor struck the bell. His valet answered immediately. "Send Breunner, the head gardener, at once." "He is in the anteroom, Excellency." "Tell him to come in."
Then, recalling all the child-hunger in his arms and heart, he swept her to his breast convulsively; and the unloosed tears dropped upon her bright head. "And who am I?" said Gretchen. "Breunner, you say this little goose-girl is my daughter?" "I solemnly swear it, Highness. Look into her face again carefully." The duke did so, a hand on either cheek.
The innkeeper gazed at the King for a space. The Prince was watching him with a mocking smile. "Hermann Breunner, Your Excellency." The King stood still. He had forgotten the man, but not the name. "Hermann Breunner," he mused. "Yes, Your Majesty," said the innkeeper. "The keeper of the feudal inn," supplemented the Prince. The glance the innkeeper shot him was swift.
"I have seen the inside of a real palace, and I never expected such an honor." "How long will you be making your visit?" "Only a few days, your Excellency. Then I shall proceed to Bavaria." "Your excellency has no further orders?" said the head gardener patiently. "Good Heaven, Breunner, I had forgotten all about you! There is nothing more. Gentlemen, your pardon for having detained you so long.
One by one he ranged the articles; two little yellow shoes, a little cloak trimmed with ermine. There had been a locket, but that was now worn by her highness. Hermann Breunner lived in the granite lodge, just within the eastern gates of the royal gardens. He was a widower and shared the ample lodge with the undergardeners and their families. He lived with them, but signally apart.
The chancellor shot a piercing glance at Grumbach, but the latter was studying the mural decorations. Carmichael sat tight in his chair, curious to learn what it was all about. Breunner entered. He was thin and partly bald and quite fifty. "Breunner, her highness will need many flowers to-morrow. See to it that they are cut in the morning." "It shall be done, Excellency."
"There must be some one for the duke to punish," heroically; "otherwise he will refuse." "Still, suppose I bargain for you, too?" "When you tell him my name is Breunner there will be no bargaining." "What has this clock-mender to do with the case?" "He is Count von Arnsberg." "By George! And this Gipsy?" "The man who bribed me.
In the next compartment sat Grumbach. He was smoking his faithful pipe. He was, withal, content. This was far more satisfactory than standing up before the firing-line. And, besides, he had made history in Ehrenstein that night; they would not forget the name of Breunner right away. To America, with a clean slate and a reposeful conscience; it was more than he had any reasonable right to expect.
Wentworth, shall always have the good will of the King for presenting to his court so accomplished and beautiful a woman as Her Highness the Princess Elizabeth. Hermann Breunner, return to your inn and remain there; your countenance brings back disagreeable recollections. I shall expect Your Highnesses at dinner this evening.
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