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Updated: August 12, 2024
Rojanow paid no heed to his friend's reproof; his eyes were fastened on his uniform with consuming jealousy. "You are already in the service I see," he said hastily. "I, too, am anxious to enter the German army." Nothing he could have said would have surprised Egon so effectually. In great astonishment he stepped back a pace. "In the German army? You, a Roumanian?"
Herbert von Wallmoden, Frau von Eschenhagen's brother, Willibald's guardian and his own boyhood's friend. Rojanow felt a sharp cut like a dagger thrust through his breast.
Hartmut Rojanow could not force the wild blood in his veins to run in quiet grooves, he could not bend to a life of strict and narrow duty, and he would not! What were the use of all those gifts which he felt were his, if they did not lift him out of the old ruts, did not raise him above the duties and limits of the commonplace world?
"What a lovely girl," whispered Prince Adelsberg to his friend; but Hartmut, instead of answering, was making a deep and formal bow to the lady, who could not conceal a look of surprise when she saw him. "Ah, Herr Rojanow, you here?" "I am admiring the fine views from Hochberg of which you, madame, have heard also, apparently."
This Rojanow, with his charming personality and the air of mystery which surrounded him, had only to exert himself to receive due attention on all sides. And to-day he exercised all those fascinating qualities which he possessed in fullest measure.
It was impossible to avoid a meeting now, and the young prince, who had no premonition that any secret relations existed between the two, hastened to present them. "Permit me, your excellency, to atone for the neglect of which I was guilty on the mountain the other day, but my friend had disappeared for the moment when we came down from the Tower. Herr Hartmut Rojanow Baron von Wallmoden."
"No, no," Rojanow said, hastily, but he turned his face sidewise, so that it lay in the shadow. "All the papers mention 'Arivana, and each strives to outdo his neighbor in writing complimentary things about me. You know I am of an uncertain temper, and am often cast down, without being able to give reason for my depression."
I'll see the Count's second the first thing in the morning, and let you know of the arrangements at once; but I must write to you, for I won't enter Herr von Wallmoden's house." Willibald only nodded. He had thought that his uncle's enmity would be returned in full by Rojanow, so considered it better to say nothing on the subject. "Yes, write me," he answered.
I have felt it and seen it, but in such a battle the man is always victor." A slight rustle of a curtain made him turn round. It was the ambassador in search of his wife, whom he thought still here; he stood on the threshold and threw a hasty glance around the room, when he caught sight of Hartmut. He stopped and hesitated for a moment, then he said half aloud: "Herr Rojanow " "Your Excellency!"
"There's something aristocratic looking about this Rojanow, too, which one does not expect to see in a foreigner. But I'm glad enough to invite any one out of the common for his grace. He must be wearied with this endless court etiquette and court gossip, year in and year out. The duke, by the way, seems to have taken a great fancy to this young Roumanian already."
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