wig," he said gently, "I am not sorry you have risen so early."
The girl blushed.

"You are as rosy as a carnation. Will you please bring me up some coffee
and light food as soon as you get the hot water? My daughter and I will
probably start before your regular breakfast-hour."

The girl seemed vexed by this news, for she bit her lip, but forcing a
smile, she continued her journey to the kitchen. No one else seemed
afoot in the large and rambling house, through which the Jew sent
searching looks as he took the turn to the yard. The ostler received him
with a grin, and the dog with friendly wags of the stub tail.

"We shall not use the chaise as we purposed, Karl," said the Jew. "At
your breakfast-time, my daughter will go out alone for an airing, with
you or your fellow to drive. The young gentleman whom you welcomed is
quite unfit for a journey before at least three days are over.
Meanwhile, not an incautious word that will betray where he took
shelter. In these three days," he added to himself, "we shall know how
the major fares. Unfortunately, his race have iron constitutions."

This was said with a sorrow rare in one of a people who seldom deplore
the survival of a brother man.

Daniels was right in his fear: the student needed repose, and only the
most vigorous counter measures drove off an attack of fever. Rebecca was
his nurse in the same devoted and intelligent manner as her father was
his physician, but as he was on the margin of delirium half the time, he
saw her like one in a vision.

His antagonist, Von Sendlingen, was not so blessed. After a cursory
treatment in the cemetery gate-keeper's lodge, he was removed, wrapped
in blankets, to his quarters in the great barracks; the iron
constitution, of which Daniels spoke, bore him up, and before Claudius
was on foot again, the officer was outdoors--a little pale, but
seemingly none the worse for his horrible adventure.

He took up his own case. Fraulein von Vieradlers had already tired of
her assay in elevating the stage in a social point of view. She had
excited the adoration of the eccentric Marchioness de Latour-lagneau, a
very old lady of fortune, who had the habit of conceiving singular
fancies. This lady engaged the cantatrice as a "noble companion," and
she hurried off with her into Italy. So the story ran, and added that
her manager found that the Vieradlers promptly repudiated any kinship
with her when he talked of their paying the forfeit money.