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A SILVER BRAND. 21 Germany, and that I have not heard of you, nor met you at the capital.” | Aubrey did not see the sudden, wincing tremor that convulsed the baron’s features nor the black gloom that fell upon his eyes, for he turned his face away quickly. Roderich rose and walked to the window, drum- ming impatiently with his fingers upon the glass. The next. moment the baron answered in a calm voice although husky with repressed emotion: “You must not expect to see or to hear of me away from Schwarzenberg. I am a thorough re- cluse. I have dropped the world, and as a natural consequence the world has forgotten me. I hope you will not hear from me. I wish,if you have any friendship for me, growing out of this visit, that you will not allow any one to mention my name nor speak a word concerning me.” And then he added, almost impatiently, while Aubrey Dalberg stood in embarrassed silence, scarcely knowing what to say in answer to this speech. “Come, let us proceed to explore the house. It can entertain you better than - by such idle, personal chattering.” Aubrey followed him from one floor to another, more and more astonished at the magnificence and wealth, the priceless historical treasures stored within these walls, of which no breath of fame had come to him. He began to comprehend that there was some mystery connected with it all, to perceive something strange in the baron’s words and manner, and to be alert to watch for any explanation ina chance word or unguarded look, “And this is the picture-gallery,” he exclaimed, eagerly, as they passed through a long corridor, _ and saw two wide doors flung open beneath a rich damask canopy, and had a view of the long line of paneled portraits within. The baron strode forward with a fierce ejacula- tion: “ Oatiffs! simpletons! who has dared!” he vocifer- ated in German.” A tall figure stepped forth from the silken hang- -ings, and a steady voice said, quietly: comicbooks com