But Count Steinrück did not lose his self-possession even at such a
moment. He had collected himself in an instant, and said in the old
imperious tone, "No matter! Let the past be past. I see Lieutenant
Rodenberg to-day for the first time. I recall neither the praise which
I bestowed upon you, nor the hopes that I expressed with regard to your
future. You may count now, as before, upon my good will."
"I thank your Excellency," Michael rejoined, as coldly as possible. "It
suffices me to hear from your own lips that I am, at least, fit for
something in the world. I have made my way _alone_, and shall pursue it
alone."
The general's brow grew dark. He had been willing to forget
magnanimously, and had thought to achieve great things by this
reluctant acknowledgment, and now his advances were rejected in the
bluntest manner. "Haughty enough!" he said, in a tone that was almost
menacing. "You would do well to bridle this untamed pride. Injustice
was once done you, and that may excuse your reply. I will forget that I
have heard it. You will surely come to a better state of mind."
"Has your Excellency any further commands for me?"
"No!"
An angry glance was cast at the young officer who dared to leave his
general's presence without awaiting his dismissal, but Michael appeared
to consider as such that 'no,' and with a salute he turned and walked
away.
The general, stern and mute, looked after him. He could scarcely
believe his eyes. He had, indeed, been informed that the
'good-for-nothing boy' had run away from his foster-father, and had
never returned, doubtless from fear of punishment. He had not thought
it worth the trouble to institute a search for the fugitive. If the
fellow had vanished, so much the better; they were rid of him, and with
him of the last reminder of the family tragedy that must be buried
forever; he would always have been in the way. Sometimes, indeed, there
was a shadow of dread in his mind lest the fellow should some day
emerge from disgrace and misery and make use of his connection with the
family, which could not be denied, to extort money; but they had got
rid of the father when he had tried that game, and they could likewise
get rid of the son. Count Michael was not the man to be afraid of
shadows.
And now the vanished boy had indeed emerged again, but in the very
sphere to which the Count's family belonged. He was pronounced one of
those who are sure to rise without foreign aid by their own talent and
energy, and he had dared to reject the patronage offered him,
grudgingly enough, but still offered. Why, it almost looked as if _he_
now wished to disown his mother's family.
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