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82 | Wee A SILVER BRAND. hence with Roderich, deceiving Von Schubert and all the others, while he personated you. As Aubrey Dalberg he will leave Germany, and reach America. And we, wretched ones remaining here, will weep and pray that he may succeed in his mission, de- voting to you all that lies in our power of entertain- ment, with the deepest and most fervent gratitude. Say that you are not angry with me, Mr. Dalberg.” She stood before him flushed and eager, the bright, triumphant eyes bélying the meekly droop- ing head and humble tone. “It will be very awkward for’ me,” stammered Aubrey. “What shall I do fora passport? And I must certainly go next week.” “Nay, that.is impossible. Stephano must be safely beyond their reach, before any knowledge of our stratagem transpires outside this chamber. There - 4s only one servant, a faithful fellow, devoted to my father, who knows what has been done. ‘He waits outside, and my father and mvself' take care of our sick Stephano entirely. We had done it for a-fort- night previous to your arrival, so Von Schubert will - suspect nothing. I confess that it is,as you Say, awkward and unpleasant for you, but for us itisa desperate case, and we can only beg you to make the best of the circumstances. Will it really be so - extremely irksome playing the part of an invalid, and submitting yourself to my best attentions?” And she favored him with a dazzling smile, to which the young gentleman returned another, a little lugubrious and doubtful. | “You have no spirits, and it is not to be wondered at. [said I would have my luncheon with Stephano, and no doubt our good Max has laid the table in the anteroom. Come and share it with me, and try to _ believe things are not so forlorn as they might be.” She led the way, and found, as she anticipated, a delicate repast set out upon a small oval table. The man retired promptly, and took his station without the door. Lady Theresa presided with ease and grace, and a cheerfulness Aubrey was not yet able to share. | “Another cup of coffee, my friend—and I assure GComicbooks.com —