"I--I thought I saw something," stammered the attendant, with a violent
effort at composure. "But it was nothing."
Monsieur Maurice looked at him as if he would look him through; got up,
still looking at him; went to the sideboard, and, still looking at him,
filled another tumbler with Seltzer-water.
"Drink that," he said, very quietly.
The man's lips moved, but he uttered never a word.
"Drink that," said Monsieur Maurice for the second time, and more sternly.
But Hartmann, instead of drinking it, instead of answering, threw up his
hands in a wild way, and rushed out of the room.
Monsieur Maurice stood for a moment absorbed in thought; then wrote some
words upon a card, and gave the card into my hand.
"For thy father, little one," he said. "Give it to no one but himself, and
give it to him the first moment thou seest him. There's matter of life and
death in it."
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How the King supped, how the King slept, and what he thought of his Chateau
of Augustenburg which he now saw for the first time, are matters respecting
which I have no information. I only know that I had fallen asleep on
Monsieur Maurice's sofa when Bertha came at ten o'clock that night to fetch
me home; that I was very drowsy and unwilling to be moved; and that I woke
in the morning dreaming of a brown man with bright eyes, and calling upon
Monsieur Maurice to make haste and come before he should again have time to
vanish away.
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