"Her musical cousin Roderich. By the way, Wenkendorf, you will come back to Zirkow from Bayreuth?"
"Of course I shall escort Rosamunda upon her return."
"We shall be glad to welcome you for the hunting. I take it for granted you will give us a long visit then?"
"That will depend upon circumstances," says Wenkendorf, with a significant glance towards Zdena, which does not escape Harry.
Meanwhile, the August twilight has set in. Krupitschka brings the lamps. Harry rises.
"Will you not stay for supper?" asks Frau Rosa.
"No, thank you; I have a deal to do."
"No wonder, before leaving," says the wily major, not making the slightest effort to detain the young fellow. "You are looking for your sabre?--there it is. Ah, what a heavy thing! When I reflect upon how many years I dragged such a rattling tool about with me!"
Harry has gone. The major has accompanied him to the court-yard, and he now returns to the room, chuckling, and rubbing his hands, as if at some successful trick.
"What an idea! So sudden a journey!--and a betrothed man!" Frau Rosa remarks, thoughtfully.