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He stopped suddenly, for Adelheid's glance showed him she did not believe his statement; he had probably met the groom and had questioned him. Now at last her self-possession returned, and she said very coldly: "I thank you, Herr Rojanow, but your solicitude was altogether unnecessary.
The short November day was nearly over, and the twilight shadows were lengthening rapidly, when Prince Egon, returning from a short walk, entered his brilliantly lighted palace. "Is Herr Rojanow in his rooms?" he asked a footman. "Yes, your highness," the servant answered with a respectful bow. "Then order the carriage for nine o'clock, to take us to the castle."
"That matter seems to have arranged itself," answered the steward with quiet dignity. "Just now my old sister, Rosa, is at home with me. If you should come to my humble dwelling, Herr Rojanow, she would feel greatly honored." Rojanow gave him a glance which was anything but friendly, and the young prince said sharply: "Look here, Stadinger, you are treating us after a most unwarrantable fashion.
"I confess I haven't much taste for it, myself, but once in a while Hartmut has a touch of the disease, and it is for his sake that I have buried myself in this solitude." "Hartmut? That is a Hungarian name! It's very surprising that Herr Rojanow speaks such pure German without the slightest accent. And yet he told me he was a foreigner."
"And what do you think of the poem itself?" he asked. "Very full of sentiment. Herr Rojanow seems to possess a great deal of poetical talent. Many thanks for your field glass, and now I must go down to my husband. I fear he is tired already, waiting for me." Egon folded his paper without a word and returned it to his pocket.
"No, his highness is in the city, but Herr Rojanow is here and sent me. He begs that you and Herr von Eschenhagen come down at once to Rodeck, and," he glanced at Frau von Eschenhagen, of whose arrival he had not heard, "and my lady should come, too." "But what is it, what has happened?" cried the forester, seriously alarmed now.
"Say Frau Zalika Rojanow, if you please," interrupted the Major. "I believe she assumed her maiden name again when she returned to her own country." "The name does not signify on this occasion," responded the lawyer composedly.
"Yes, with you in Germany," Hartmut repeated slowly, as he fixed his eyes dreamily on the forest shadows. "Are you as much prejudiced against us as ever?" asked Egon. "I had to beg you hard enough to get you to come with me, for you seemed resolved never to put foot on German soil again." "I would I had not done so," said Rojanow, darkly. "You know "
"I'm not speaking of his flight, or his broken word, though they were both bad enough, considering he was an officer's son, but what I learned yesterday I see, my dear madam, you do not know the worst. How should you? I should not have spoken." "I beg your highness," began Adelheid again, "to tell me the truth. You say that Rojanow has come back to enter the army. I am not surprised.
She had long since reached maturity, but she was accompanied by her daughter by her first marriage, Zalika Rojanow; and this young Sclave, scarcely seventeen years old, turned the heads of the simple country gentry, who after all had seen but little of the world, by her grace and strange beauty, and the fascination of her warm southern temperament.
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