'And for that matter,' said the baroness, as the carriage swung round
the curve and began the last ascent that ended at the castle gate, 'for
that matter, you can call yourself Sigmundskron instead of
Greifenstein.'
Greif moved uneasily in his furs. It seemed as though everything were
conspiring against him.
CHAPTER XVIII
Hilda's quick eyes had discerned the carriage when it was still far
down upon the road, a mere moving speck in the distance. She had
thought it probable that her mother would return on that day, and she
knew that she would be driven over from Greifenstein. Moreover, it was
very likely that Greif would accompany her, and from the moment when
she first saw the vehicle, she watched it and followed it along the
winding road until she could clearly see that a man was seated beside
her mother. Then the look of anxiety disappeared all at once from her
fair face, and was followed by an expression of satisfied happiness
which would have been good to see if any one had been there to watch
her.
She was standing upon a high part of the half-ruined building, on the
northern side, and a person looking up from the road below could have
seen her tall figure in strong relief against the pale winter sky. She
had dressed herself all in black, but a wide mantle of coarse grey
woollen stuff, gathered into a hood at the top and drawn tightly round
her against the biting wind, concealed all her figure, leaving only her
face visible.
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