Mohr looked at her a moment with an expression of sincere sympathy, which however formed so singular a contrast to his stern face, that the beautiful girl was alarmed and began to consider how to get rid of this mysterious man.
"Don't be anxious, Fräulein," said he suspecting her thoughts, "true, I'm not 'Edward,' but I come with the best intentions. If you would give me two minutes--"
"Please, sir, if it can be settled out here--"
"As you choose. Be kind enough to answer but one question, whether you know the present residence of a certain Herr Lorinser--"
A deep flush suddenly crimsoned her face, her eyes which had hitherto flickered with a strange restless light, now glowed with a sullen angry fire, and her hand trembled on the door. She was evidently obliged to reflect before she could reply.
"Why do you ask this question?" she said in a low, hurried tone. "But come in. Here in the public entry--"
He followed her into the ante-room, and she closed the door behind them, but remained on the threshold and did not invite him to sit down.
"Fräulein," he began, "I have a personal matter to settle with this man. He vanished for some months and has now appeared again, and as no one can help me on the track--for I suppose he has not used his real name again in the city--"
"But why do you come to me? Who told you--?"
"Some one who means well toward you and deeply regrets all that has occurred."