It must be recollected that all the conversation between Carlos and Mr. Werner had been carried on in German.
The voice rejoined:
“Bring young Conrad to the door, then. He’ll understand me.”
“It is Mr. Duncan,” cried Carlos; and then he added, in German: “Let him in; he is my friend.”
“Ah,” said Mr. Werner, opening the door, “your pardon, Mein Herr.”
Mr. Duncan entered, an unaccountable expression of joy beaming from his face.
He was followed by a solemn, rather seedy-looking gentleman, with gray side-whiskers, who wore spectacles, and carried a cane. Carlos regarded him with a doubtful look.
“Allow me,” said Mr. Duncan, his eyes twinkling, “to introduce you to my friend, the Reverend Mr. Withers. Mr. Withers, this is Mr. Conrad. And this is Mr. Werner.”