"Call me Mr. Intruder, then," said I.

It was, you will agree, a novel adventure. I was beginning to enjoy it

hugely.

"Who do you suppose this fellow is?" Gretchen asked.

"He says he is an American, and I believe he is. What Americans are in

Barscheit?"

"I know of none at all. What shall we do to get rid of him?"

All this was carried on with unstudied rudeness. They were women of

high and noble quality; and as I was an interloper, I could take no

exception to a conversation in a language I had stated I did not

understand. If they were rude, I had acted in a manner unbecoming a

gentleman. Still, I was somewhat on the defensive. I took out my

watch. My hour was up.

"I regret that I must be off," I said ruefully. "It is much pleasanter

here than on the road."

"I can not ask you to remain here. You will find the inn a very

comfortable place for the night," was Gretchen's suggestion.

"Before I go, may I ask in what manner I might serve as a witness?"

Ere the words had fully crossed my lips I recognized that my smartness

had caused me to commit an unpardonable blunder for a man who wished to

show up well in an adventure of this sort. (But fate had a hand in it,

as presently you shall see.)

Gretchen laughed, but the sound was harsh and metallic. She turned to

her companion, who was staring at me with startled eyes.

"What did I tell you? You can not tell a gentleman in the

candle-light." To me she said:

"I thought as much. You have heard _Faust_ in Paris, but you know

nothing of the French language. You claimed to be a gentleman, yet you

have permitted us to converse in French."

"Was it polite of you to use it?" I asked. "All this," with a wave of

the hand, "appears mysterious. This is not a residence one would

expect to find inhabited--and by two charming women!" I bowed. "Your

presence here is even less satisfactorily explained than mine. If I

denied the knowledge of French it was because I wasn't sure of my

surroundings. It was done in self-defense rather than in the desire to

play a trick. And in this language you speak of witnesses, of papers,

of the coming of a man you do not trust. It looks very much like a

conspiracy." I gathered up my gloves and riding-crop. I believed that

I had extricated myself rather well.

"This is my castle," said Gretchen, gently shaking off the warning hand

of her companion. "If I desire to occupy it for a night, who shall

gainsay me? If I leave the latches down, that is due to the fact that

I have no one to fear. Now, sir, you have eaten the bread of my table,

and I demand to know who you are. If you do not tell me at once, I

shall be forced to confine you here till I am ready to leave."




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