The general bestowed a dark glance upon him; he had judged it best to
preserve a cold, proud demeanour during this interview that might repel
beforehand any familiarity of approach, and he now encountered a
behaviour quite as haughty as his own: there was nothing here to repel.
"But I see the necessity for our understanding each other," he rejoined
with sharp emphasis. "You are the son of the Countess Louise Steinrück"
(he did not say "of my daughter"). "I can neither deny this nor prevent
you from laying claim to a perfectly legitimate relationship. Hitherto
you have refrained from doing so, and have treated the matter as a
secret, which leads me to hope that you yourself perceive the
undesirability of a revelation----"
"Which you fear," Michael completed the sentence.
"Which I at least deprecate. I will be perfectly frank with you. You
have probably heard from Colonel Reval that an entertainment was lately
given in my house to celebrate the betrothal of my grandson, Count
Raoul, with the Countess Hertha Steinrück, with whom, I believe, you
are acquainted."
Something like emotion flashed up for an instant in the young officer's
face, but it was gone before it could be perceived, and he replied,
with apparently perfect composure, "So I have heard."
"Well, then. The marriage will shortly take place. During the winter
the betrothed couple will appear at court, and in society. This union
of the two last scions of my race renders it doubly my duty to keep the
escutcheon of that race free from every stain. I do not wish to offend
you, Lieutenant Rodenberg, but I presume that you are acquainted with
your father's mode of life and with his past?"
"Yes."
The word came harsh and curt from the quivering lips, but it did not
reveal the man's mental torture.
"I am sorry to touch upon such a subject to a son, but unfortunately I
cannot avoid doing so. You are entirely guiltless in the matter, and
you will hardly be a sufferer by it. Your intimate connection with
Professor Wehlau prevents any annoying investigations. I hear that you
pass for the son of an early friend of his, who has been brought up in
his household; a perfectly satisfactory expedient. Moreover, your
father has been dead more than twenty years, and he spent the latter
part of his life in foreign countries. Then, too, so far as I know, he
never openly transgressed any law of the land."
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