She remembered with some
surprise that her decision in the matter of the marriage was to have
depended upon the knowledge of old Greifenstein's culpability or
innocence which she had hoped to gain from Rex. It was evident that her
mind was tired, and she resolved at last to rest. It was her duty,
however, to see Rex before sleeping, if only to inquire about his
state. She would certainly not ask him any questions.
She found him reading still, or pretending to read, by the light of a
shaded student's lamp. Upon another table there was a tray with a
couple of covered dishes upon it. His older and tougher nature showed
itself there, she thought, for he must have given the order himself. He
rose politely as she entered, and offered her a chair. His manner
contrasted so strongly with Greif's, as to make her wonder whether he
were in reality much affected or not.
'I will not stay,' she said. 'I only came to see how you were, and
whether I could do anything for you.'
'You are very kind. I have all I need, and more. Have you seen Greif?'
'Yes. He has slept and I think he is safe. At first I feared lest his
mind should be affected. He is younger than you, Herr von--Herr Rex--
and perhaps he is more sensitive.'
'Perhaps,' replied Rex thoughtfully. 'Would he care to see me?'
'I have no doubt--that is--he may possibly be tired--' she hesitated.
Rex's stony eyes examined her face attentively.
'You have had an interview with him,' he said in a tone of conviction,
'and you have talked about this dreadful matter.
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