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As they met at the breakfast table next morning, they found the Count joyous and jubilant. Feodora had spent a comparatively comfortable night. At the regular hour, 3 o'clock, A.M., the stitching pains and cough recurred, but were so much less than usual, and lasted so much shorter a time that she was radiant with joy, and thanked Dr.
Fred became a great favorite among the local talent, and many were the concerts they held in the castle. Surely, for prisoners in a foreign land, restrained from going about their legitimate business, our friends were enjoying themselves wonderfully. The Count and Feodora were never so happy as when doing something calculated to enhance the comfort and pleasure of their guests.
And that reminds me that I received a letter from Count Icanovich this morning, Maggie, and it inclosed one from Feodora to you." The letters were hastily read. They were well, and Feodora had never been better in her life. The Count had been studying and practicing the new system of medicine, and, to his unbounded delight, had made some center shots.
Did you all notice how the Princess, Feodora, and a lot more of those Russian ladies cried over him when we were parting from them?" and she shook her finger at him from the lower end of the table, and tried so hard to look jealous and mad, and made so dismal a failure of it, that they all laughed heartily. And so they merrily chatted through the meal.
He was a little surprised, but greatly interested, when he received a note from Sir Bartholomew. "My dear Mr. Gorman," he read, "can you make it convenient to lunch with me one day next week? Shall we say in my room in the office of the Ministry the Feodora Hotel, Piccadilly at 1.30 p.m.
"We shall be ready to go to Ulm this afternoon in the same train," replied her father. "I am delighted!" exclaimed Feodora. "I hope we shall go with you down the Rhine." Sir William, for some reason or other, did not hope so. In fact, he was rather dumpy and morose. "Possibly you will," suggested Shuffles. "What a happy life you must lead, captain!"
"But we shall meet again, and very soon, too," said Lady Feodora, as she extended her hand to the young officer. The other members of the party each in turn took him by the hand. The earl and his lady manifested a warm interest in the young hero, and seconded the wish of their daughter that they might meet again.
We have told her all about our visit in Labrador, and she wishes to see your painting of Jennie," said Mattie. "I am only too proud to show it her," answered Will, and he removed a cloth from the painting that rested upon an easel. "What a sweet, lovely face!" exclaimed Feodora. "I have never seen anything sweeter in my life."
Why, you saved my life, and I should be very ungrateful if I did not value your friendship," replied Feodora, apparently investigating the texture of the wood of which the floor was composed. "Then you value it because I rendered you a little service on the lake," added Shuffles.
"Well, Sir Count, since fate is against our sailing until the recovery of the fair Feodora, I only hope her return to perfect health may be unprecedentedly rapid, and I hereby give you the required pledge." With this the Professor extended his hand to the Count.
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