"
"Oh; then it is really serious?"
"Very. It is a matter of life and death--to you. Moreover, you must
never enter this country again. If you do, I will not give a pfennig
for your life."
He found my passports in good order. I permitted him to rummage
through some of my papers.
"Ach! a damned scribbler, too!" coming across some of my notes.
"Quite right, Herr General," said I. I submitted because I didn't care.
My luggage was packed off to the station, where he saw that my ticket
was for Paris.
"Good morning," he said, as I entered the carriage compartment. "The
devil will soon come to his own; ach!"
"My compliments to him when you see him!" I called back, not to be
outdone in the matter of courtesy.
"And that is all, Jack," concluded Hillars. "For all these months not
an hour has passed in which I have not cursed the folly of that moment.
Instead of healing under the balm of philosophy, the wound grows more
painful every day. She did not love me, I know, but she would have
been near me. And if the King had taken away her principality, she
would have needed me in a thousand ways.
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