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Sh ee A SILVER BRAND. fore the poor fellow will consider himself fit for company of any sort. I find a man’s convalescence is more trying to the nurse than the height of ill- ness. If you will excuse me, I will return to him.” She came back, smiling gratefully upon Aubrey. “You are so good and kind! I knew you would be. Poor Roderich was in an agony of apprehension concerning your behavior, but I told him I was cer- tain you would-be reasonable and generous. JI must write to Roderich, and let him know that all is safe. - The letter will be examined by some of Von Schu- bert’s minions, if he does not read it himself. No matter. Ican make him understand my meaning without betraying anything to them. And I shall know, after Monday, through his letter, if Stephano is safely off. Oh! what a relief—what a blessed re- lief it will’ be to know he is safely away from their Argus eyes! Then, at last, I shall begin to hope that our malign fortunes are. changing.” _ They finished the meal in silenee; and Aubrey was compelled to acknowledge that he had improved his condition mentally as well as physically. “And now tell me what you will have. Do you solace yourself with the seductive spell of cigar or meerschaum? Or shall I bring you books or pict- ures? Or would you like me to sing to you? You are monarch in that respect. Make known your will, and I will obey.” : “The song, by all means,” returned Aubrey, fling- _ ing himself upon the luxurious lounge, and amusing himself by the resolution that he would revenge himself upon the situation by being autocratic as the Ozar of all the Russias. ¥ She brought her guitar, and sang with an evident effort to please her listener. Just as she finished, “the door opened softly, and the Baron Valentin came in. His face was clouded and embarrassed, but he held out his hand promptly. | “T trust that Theresa has persuaded you to forgive us the trick we have played upon you, Mr. Dalberg,” he said, in a deprecating voice. “She has convinced me that it is idle to resent it, and wise to make the best of the situation,” re- ‘comicbooks.com