"Monsieur Chauvenet and I will not shoot at each other in
the hotel dining-room. But I am really relieved that he has come. We have
an interesting fashion of running into each other; it would positively
grieve me to be obliged to wait long for him."
He smiled and thrust his hat under his arm. The sun was dropping behind
the great western barricade, and a chill wind crept sharply over the
valley.
He started to walk beside her as she turned away, but she paused
abruptly.
"Oh, this won't do at all! I can't be seen with you, even in the shadow
of my own house. I must trouble you to take the side gate,"--and she
indicated it by a nod of her head.
"Not if I know myself! I am not a fraudulent member of the German
nobility--you have told me so yourself. Your conscience is clear--I
assure you mine is equally so! And I am not a person, Miss Claiborne, to
sneak out by side gates--particularly when I came over the fence! It's a
long way around anyhow--and I have a horse over there somewhere by the
inn."
"My brother--"
"Is at Fort Myer, of course. At about this hour they are having dress
parade, and he is thoroughly occupied.
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