So no one knew
that Herr Rojanow was at Rodeck.
Baron von Wallmoden's carriage was drawn up on a cold, dark morning
before the door of the Prussian ambassador's residence.
This time the drive was to be a long one, for servants brought out furs
and robes and piled them on the seats. The ambassador, who had just
risen from his breakfast, was taking leave of the Colonel.
"Well, good-bye until to-morrow night," he said, holding out his hand.
"We'll be back by that time, anyway, and you'll remain for several days
yet."
"Yes, as the duke has requested it," answered the Colonel. "I sent my
report off at once to Berlin; so a few days either way doesn't matter
now."
"Of course not. And they'll certainly be well satisfied with your
reports, too. But we've had a few hot days with little time for rest.
Thank God, everything is arranged and we can breathe again! I feel that
I am free to leave the city now for twenty-four hours, so Adelheid and I
will go to Ostwalden."
"Ostwalden is the name of your new country seat? I remember, you
mentioned it yesterday, but I did not understand just where it was
situated."
"It lies about ten miles from Fuerstenstein. When we were there in
September, Schoenau called my attention to it. It is situated in the most
beautiful part of the celebrated forest, and suits me exactly.
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