‘I should, immensely. Shall we have time before the others come back? Where are they gone, by-the-way?’
‘They are gone to a celebrated restauration on the top of that hill, the Kalsmund, which you see opposite, with the ruined tower upon it. At this restauration they are famed for their Bowle—pineapple Bowle; and I heard young Lemde, and the count, and Arthur Eckberg arranging to take the ladies there and have a large bowl of the said Bowle, in the garden of the restauration,’ said Falkenberg, with an imperturbable gravity which the light in his eyes belied.
Sara laughed.
‘Should we not rather go and find the countess, and ask her to come with us? I am sure she will be dull.’
Accordingly they went to the house, and found the countess nothing loath to accept their invitation that she would accompany them. They had a very delightful tour of discovery; and Sara noticed that wherever they went, their companion appeared to be known, and that he was greeted with smiles and a pleasant word.
When it was time they returned to the house, and found the rest of the party there, all in the highest good-humour, and all pitying them for having missed the treat they had had—the walk, the view, the ruins, and the Bowle.
It was time to go to the railway station, and after a railway journey of one hour and a drive of another, they found that their Landpartei was over, and they were again at Schloss Trockenau.
