Then, for the first time, I observed there was a second attendant in the
room.
"Will you not have some raspberries, Gretchen?" said Monsieur Maurice.
I shook my head. I was too much startled by the sight of the strange man,
to answer him in words.
Who could he be? Where had he come from? He was standing behind Monsieur
Maurice, far back in the gloom, near the door--a small, dark man,
apparently; but so placed with regard to the table and the lights, that it
was impossible to make out his features with distinctness.
Monsieur Maurice just tasted the raspberries and sent his plate away.
"How heavy the air of the room is!" he said. "Give me some Seltzer-water,
and open that farthest window."
Hartmann reversed the order. He opened the window first; and as he did so,
I saw that his hand shook upon the hasp, and that his face was deadly
pale.
He then turned to the sideboard and opened a stone bottle that had been
standing there since the beginning of dinner. He filled a tumbler with the
sparkling water.
At the moment when he placed this tumbler on the salver--at the moment when
he handed it to Monsieur Maurice--the other man glided quickly forward. I
saw his bright eyes and his brown face in the full light.
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