"You were in much anxiety about the non-arrival of news of your friend at your last visit, Your Highness. Have you heard from him yet?"
Egon's eyes fell, and the shadow which had been dispelled during the conversation returned, heavily and gloomily, to his face.
"Yes," he replied, coldly. "Rojanow is back in Germany."
"Since the declaration of war?"
"Yes, he came----"
"To join the army! Oh, I knew it!"
The Prince looked at her amazed.
"You knew it, Your Excellency? I thought you had known Hartmut as a Roumanian only, and through me."
A deep blush suffused the cheeks of the young Frau von Wallmoden. She felt the exclamation had been a betrayal, but she quickly regained composure. "I became acquainted with Herr Rojanow last fall, when he was your guest at Rodeck," she answered, composedly; "but I have known his father for long years, and he---- I suppose your Highness knows all that has happened?"
"Yes, I know it now," said Egon, with heavy emphasis.