“Well, perhaps there are exceptions.  I prize the accident which has afforded me the opportunity of seeing so charming—­”

Hartmut, who was on the point of uttering a very florid compliment, stopped suddenly, for the cold blue eyes met his with such a look of surprise and hauteur that the words died on his lips.

At this moment the lady’s veil caught once more in the branch of an overhanging thorn, which held it fast.  She stopped, and her attentive companion reached out his hand to free the delicate tissue, when she suddenly tore it from her hat, with a quick motion, and left it fluttering on the branch.

Rojanow bit his lips in vexation; the adventure was not at all what he had expected.  He had thought to find this young woman a dependent, timid creature, who would be very grateful and would turn to him for protection, just like many another with whom he had come in contact in his rovings; but this pale girl made it very clear to him by a glance, that he was nothing but a guide and must conduct himself as such.  Who, and what was she?  Still in her teens, and yet acting with all the reserve and self-possession of a great lady, knowing full well how to make herself unapproachable.  He resolved to enlighten himself on this matter.

Now the narrow path ended and they stepped out into a small clearing in the forest, with thick woods again to the left.  It was not an easy thing just here for a man who knew nothing of the region to decide which direction to take.  But Hartmut was not to be daunted, neither did he intend to exhibit any irresolution, so with apparent security he went on in the same direction they had followed from the beginning, and fortunately enough soon struck into a broad wagon road which crossed that part of the forest.  Before long, thought Hartmut, they must surely come to some place where they could obtain a view of the surrounding country and get their bearings.

The wider road enabled him to walk beside his companion, and he resolved to enter upon a conversation which the many obstacles in their path had made, until now, almost an impossibility.

“I have hesitated about presuming to present myself to you, Fraeulein,” he began.  “My name is Rojanow, and I am, for the time being, at Rodeck, a guest of Prince Adelsberg, who, if you reside at Fuerstenstein, has the advantage of being your neighbor.”

“No, I do not belong to Fuerstenstein.  I am, also, only a guest,” replied the lady.  The princely neighbor and name of her companion, appeared to be alike matters of indifference to her; neither did she deem it necessary to give her own name in return.  She merely bowed slightly as she spoke.

“Ah, then you probably live in the capital, and are only here to enjoy a few weeks of the fine autumn weather?” continued Rojanow.

“Yes.”

The monosyllable had a very cold, reserved sound, but Hartmut was not the man to be turned from his course by a rebuff.  He was accustomed to overcome all restraints and obstructions by the power of his fascinations, and that one of the sex from which he had never received anything but adulation, should refuse to succumb, was little less than an insult.  There lay a charm, too, in the thought that he would force this lovely creature into conversation with him, notwithstanding her reserve.