I would have given much to possess that man's coolness.
"Till we meet again," he said, as I continued on. "Shall I add pleasant dreams?"
"I am obliged to you," I answered over my shoulder, "but I never have them. I sleep too soundly."
"Cousin," said I, later, "what was that opera?"
"I forgot to bring along a program," said Pembroke.
CHAPTER XXIII
When Pembroke and I arrived at the Strasburg inn, on the north road, neither the Prince nor Von Walden were in evidence. I stepped from our carriage and gazed interestedly around me. The scene was a picturesque one. The sun, but half risen, was of a rusty brass, and all east was mottled with purple and salmon hues. The clearing, a quarter of a mile away, where the Prince and I were to settle our dispute, was hidden under a fine white snow; and the barren trees which encircled it stood out blackly. Pembroke looked at his watch.
"They ought to be along soon; it's five after six. How do you feel?" regarding me seriously.
"As nerveless as a rod of steel," I answered. "Let us go in and order a small breakfast. I'm a bit cold."
"Better let it go at a cup of coffee," he suggested.