Pembroke looked at his watch.
"They ought to be along soon; it's five after six. How do you feel?"
regarding me seriously.
"As nerveless as a rod of steel," I answered. "Let us go in and order
a small breakfast. I'm a bit cold."
"Better let it go at a cup of coffee," he suggested.
"It will be more consistent, that is true," I said. "Coffee and
pistols for two."
"I'm glad to see that you are bright," said Pembroke. "Hold out your
hand."
I did so.
"Good. So long as it doesn't tremble, I have confidence of the end."
We had scarcely finished our coffee when the Prince, followed by Von
Walden, entered.
"Pardon me," he said, "for having made you wait."
"Permit me," said I, rising, "to present my second; Mr. Pembroke, His
Highness Prince Ernst of Wortumborg."
The two looked into each other's eyes for a space, and the Prince
nodded approvingly.
"I have heard of Your Highness," said my cousin, with a peculiar smile.
"Some evil report, I presume?" laughed the Prince.
"Many of them," was the answer.
The Prince showed his teeth. "Count, these Americans are a positive
refreshment.
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