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A PLAIN TALK. 47 have been avoided. What is this gentleman’s name?” “Doctor Rudolph Brunnow.” The words came in clear, steady tones from George’s lips, and now it was his turn to watch his interlocutor. He sawa spasmodic contraction of the muscles—saw a swift, sudden pallor overspread the stern features, while the lips were tightly pressed together; but all this came and went with lightning-speed. In the next instant the man’s habitual self-control prevailed. Accustomed at all times to show an impassive, im- penetrable front to those about hjm, he at once re- gained his usual perfect composure.” “Ah, indeed; Rudolph Brunnow!” he repeated slowly. “TI do not know whether the name is famil- iar to your excellency,” George hazarded, but quickly repented of his hasty speech. The baron’s eyes met his, or rather, as Gabrielle expressed it, they bored him through and through, seeking to read the secrets of his inmost heart. There was a dark menace in that searching gaze that warned the young manto gono stepfurther. He felt as though he were standing on the verge of an abyss. “You are an intimate friend of Dr. Brunnow’s son,” Raven began again, after the pause of a second; “and therefore, in all probability, intimate with the father also.” “T only made the doctor’s acquaintance this sum- mer, and though his views are occasionally warped by a certain harshness and bitterness, | found him an honorable and upright man, for whom I must entertain the greatest esteem.” “You would do wisely not to express your senti- ments so openly,” said the baron, with frigid dis- pleasure. “You are the servant of a State which has passed judgment on a certain class of political offenders, and still inexorably condemns them. You ought not to, and must not, consort familiarly with those who publicly proclaim themselves its enemies. Your position imposes on you the duties before which all mere emotional feelings of friend- Gomicbooks €o