“And the third, I saw a third.”
“You have probably imagined it.”
“No, I saw him, where is he?”
“Who?”
“My father!”
The old man looked at him in amazement.
“The sirocco is responsible for this,” explained Weingart. “A flow of blood to the head; it often happens so. Ever since this morning blue rings dance before my eyes. Be bled, and you will soon be relieved.”
“I saw him,” repeated Alexis. “By God, it was no dream! I saw him, Count, as plainly as I see you now.”
“Dear me,” exclaimed the old man with sincere sorrow, “had I but known that your Highness did not feel well I would never have allowed—— Even now it is quite possible to defer the interview.”