CHAPTER XXI
THE HERR LIEUTENANT
When Franz again opened his eyes it was to see a little figure sitting near by with her knitting.
"Am I crazy?" He gazed about the room in which he found himself lying.
He saw a huge porcelain stove of green and white and blue and yellow, with a pelican on top for an ornament. A chest of drawers boasted a vase of roses, and there were pretty white curtains to the window.
"Bettina," he said, "Bettina!"
She ran to him, her blue eyes eager.
"Ach ja," said Franz, "but it is the same Bettina."
Yes, it was the old Bettina with the bright, eager eyes, the golden hair, but it was Bettina grown older.