"If there is anything else I can do for you--Miss Rosalie will testify that I was always ready to help your late uncle."
"I am a perfect stranger here," replied the young squire, "it may be that I shall require your help."
"I shall feel highly honored, Mr. Linden--Yes, and as I said before, if you should want to make acquaintances in the city there are the Tubmans, the Schenks, the Meiers and the Hellbours and above all the Baumhagens--all rich and pleasant families, Mr. Linden. You will be received with open arms, there's always a dearth of young men in our little city. The gentlemen of the cavalry--you know, I suppose--only want to amuse themselves--shall be only too glad in case you--"
The judge interrupted him with a loud clearing of his throat.
"Frank," he said, dryly, "what tower is that up there on the hill? You were studying the map yesterday!"
"St. Hubert's Tower," replied the young man, going towards him.
"Belongs to the Baron von Lobersberg," interposed Wolff.
"That doesn't interest me in the least," muttered the judge, gazing at the tower through his closed hand for want of a glass.
"I have the honor to bid you good-morning," said Wolff, "must go over to Lobersberg."
The judge nodded curtly; Linden accompanied the agent to the door and then came slowly back.