"Why do you call me; you know I don't like——"
He remained speaking with the man for a minute, and returned smiling.
"My Lucienne, Herr von Farnow is waiting for you at the park gate."
She rose, blushing.
"Why doesn't he come in?"
"It appears that he is on horseback, and in a great hurry. Perhaps he dares not. Go and fetch him, my darling; tell him from me that there shall be no disturbance, that I will prevent any further scenes."
With a gesture he implied that he would bolt all the doors sooner, especially that of the room whence came the monotonous voice reading the paper.
She looked in the glass, arranging her hair. He repeated:
"Run, my treasure; he is asking for you. If you don't return quickly I'll come for you."
She nodded, and ran down the steps two at a time. She walked rapidly down the avenue, happy, yet troubled, her mouth slightly open, her eyes seeking Farnow.