King was silent for a moment, turning something over in his head.
"Baron, are you sure that she is a Red?"
"Quite. She attended their councils."
"She doesn't look it, 'pon my word. I thought they were the scum of the earth."
"The kind you have in America are. But over here--oh, well, we never can tell."
"I don't mind saying she interests me. She's pretty--and I have an idea she's clever. Baron, let me understand you. Do you mean that this is a polite way of commanding me to have nothing to do with her?"
"You put it broadly. In the first place, I am quite sure she will have nothing to do with you. She loved the husband of the scrawny duchess. You, my good friend, handsome as you are, cannot interest her, believe me."
"I daresay you're right," glumly.
"I am merely warning you. Young men of your age and temperament sometimes let their fancies lead them into desperate predicaments. I've no doubt you can take care of yourself, but--" he paused, as if very much in doubt.
"I'm much obliged. And I'll keep my eyes well opened. I suppose there's no harm in my going to the shop to look at a lot of rings and knick-knacks he has for sale?"
"Not in the least. Confine yourself to knick-knacks, that's all."
"Isn't Spantz above suspicion?"
"No one is in my little world. By the way, I am very fond of your father. He is a most excellent gentleman and a splendid shot."
Truxton stared harder than ever. "What's that?"
"I know him quite well. Hunted wild boars with him five years ago in Germany. And your sister! She was a beautiful young girl. They were at Carlsbad at the time. Was she quite well when you last heard?"
"She was," was all that the wondering brother could say.
"Well, come in and see me at the tower. I am there in the mornings. Come as a caller, not as a prisoner, that's all." The Baron cackled at his little jest. "Au revoir! Till we meet again." They were shaking hands in the friendliest manner. "Oh, by the way, you were good enough to change your mind to-day about the personal attractiveness of our ladies. Permit me to observe, in return, that not a few of our most distinguished beauties were good enough to make inquiries as to your identity."
He left the American standing at the head of the steps, gazing after his retreating figure with a look of admiration in his eyes.
Truxton fared forth into the streets that night with a greater zest in life than he had ever known before. Some thing whispered insistently to his fancy that dreariness was a thing of the past; he did not have to whistle to keep up his spirits. They were soaring of their own accord.