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12 | A DARK SPOT. promised to go for a walk with me to the wood this morning, as soon as he returned.” “Now, just at midday?” asked the docter, in surprise. “Why not go later?” Some slight confusion was visible in young Win- terfeld’s face, but he quickly mastered it. : “Later on I have to pack up and make ready for my departure, and I should like to take one last look at the lake and the mountains. It is hard on me, I assure you, to go away and leave them.” “That I believe,” said Max, with a peculiar and rather malicious intonation; but he relapsed into silence on meeting his friend’s half-angry, half-im- ploring glance. Brunnow seemed to attach no. importance to the- matter. He waved them a hasty farewell, and went up to his writing-table again, while the two young men strode through the garden, and Max having opened the iron gate, struck into the foot- path which ran close to the border of the lake. They went on some time in silence. George seemed grave and thoughtful, and the young surgeon was evidently in avery ill-humor, to which the recent conversation with his father and the approaching departure of his friend may have conduced in equal | shares. “So this is the last day you are to spend here!” he began at length; “and what good can I have of it—what good have I had indeed of your visit at all? Half the time you have passed with my father, de- claiming against the condition of our beloved country in general, and the dictatorship of Baron von Raven in particular. When, after unheard-of efforts, 1 have been so lucky as to withdraw you from the political ground, you have abused my friendship in the most shameful manner, making me stand sentry in the noonday glare, at a tempera- ture of 86 Fahrenheit. A most agreeable post, I must say !” “What a way of speaking!” said George, im- patiently. “I merely asked you-—” | “To keep watch that you should not be disturbed in your meetings—quite accidental meetings, of Gomicbooks (EO)