"
Rosa showed no haste in moving.
"And the Count Rupert, is he going out also?" she asked.
"You see he's not with me. He'll wait." Rischenheim broke off and
asked angrily: "What business is it of yours, girl? Get out of
the way!"
She moved aside now, making him no answer. He rushed past; she
looked after him with a smile of triumph. Then she fell again to
her sweeping. The king had bidden her be ready at eleven. It was
half-past ten. Soon the king would have need of her.
CHAPTER XIV. THE NEWS COMES TO STRELSAU
ON leaving No. 19, Rischenheim walked swiftly some little way up
the Konigstrasse and then hailed a cab. He had hardly raised his
hand when he heard his name called, and, looking round, saw Anton
von Strofzin's smart phaeton pulling up beside him. Anton was
driving, and on the other seat was a large nosegay of choice
flowers.
"Where are you off to?" cried Anton, leaning forward with a gay
smile.
"Well, where are you? To a lady's, I presume, from your bouquet
there," answered Rischenheim as lightly as he could.
"The little bunch of flowers," simpered young Anton, "is a
cousinly offering to Helga von Tarlenheim, and I'm going to
present it.
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