As his eyes met mine his jaw fell.
"A thousand devils! Who are you?"
"I couldn't swear," said I, meekly. "Everybody hereabouts insists that
I am some one else. The situation warrants a complete explanation.
Perhaps you can give it?" I should have laughed but for those flashing
eyes.
"You are a blockhead," he said to his subaltern.
"He is the man, according to your London correspondent," responded the
other with some show of temper. "I cannot see that the fault lies at
my door. You told me that he would enter the country under an assumed
name."
"I presume the affair is ended so far as I am concerned," I said,
shaking the lameness from my legs.
"Of course, of course!" replied the Count, pulling at his gray
mustaches, which flared out on either side like the whiskers of a cat.
"I should like to return to the city at once," I added.
"Certainly. I regret that you have been the victim of a blunder for
which some one shall suffer. Your compatriot has caused me a deal of
trouble."
"I assure you that he is in no wise connected with the present matter.
According to his latest advices he is at Vienna.
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