“I know—I know,” cried Hamilton, nodding his head.
“Then there is Mr. Schmearer, landscape-painter, and Count Zedwitz—his wife and daughter——”
“Who do you say?” said Hamilton, suddenly recollecting A. Z.
“Count Zedwitz and the Countess, and——”
“Can they speak English?”
“Oh, no doubt; and French, too, quite perfectly; they speak a great many languages.”
“They are not, however, invalids? That is, they are not here on account of the baths?”
“No; I believe they came to meet some friends whom they intended to have visited. I heard the Count’s servants saying that their house, or the Baron’s, was full of masons and painters.”
“Ah! exactly——”
“But the old Countess does take baths,” continued the chambermaid, “and finds great benefit from them, too. The Count is a favourer of Preissnitz and the Water Cure; and when he does not go to Graefenberg, all places are alike to him where water is good and in abundance.”