“Ah, yes; I saw him day before yesterday, and he sent his love to you.”

“I knew he would go to Berlin on purpose to see you.  He has not seen you for over two years, and neither have I, except for the moment, as we passed through Berlin.  We did hope you would come out to Burgsdorf while we were there, and Regine felt sorely vexed that you did not accept her invitation.”

The colonel looked at her gloomily.  He knew, too well, the bitter memories associated with the place.  He had only been there a couple of times since his return to Berlin.

“Regine understands how much my time is occupied,” he answered evasively.  “But to return to your brother, I want to speak to you about something, Ada, and I am not sorry we are alone.  What is the matter between Eugen and his brother-in-law?  What has happened?”

A shade of embarrassment crossed Adelheid’s face at this question, but she answered carelessly:  “Nothing especial, only they don’t exactly understand each other.”

“Not understand one another!  Wallmoden is almost forty years your brother’s senior, and he’s the lad’s guardian, too, for two years more, until Eugen attains his majority.  So the boy had nothing to do but obey orders for that brief space.”

“Of course, but Eugen, while warm-hearted, is impetuous and inconsiderate, as he has always been from a small boy.”

“That’s a pity!  He’ll have to change all that when he assumes the responsible position which is awaiting him, if he expects to follow in his father’s footsteps.  But there seems something more than that the matter here.  I made a passing allusion to your marriage, Ada—­that it had surprised me a little, more especially as I had known your husband so well, and had not imagined you were so ambitious.  Whereupon Eugen turned on me and defended you in the warmest manner.  Said you had been sacrificed for him, and left me quite bewildered by his passionate words and insinuations.”

“You should not have paid any attention to him,” said Adelheid, with noticeable uneasiness.  “Such a young hothead sees the tragical side of everything.  What was it he did say?”

“Really nothing.  He said you had made him promise to say nothing without your permission, but that he hated his brother-in-law.  What does it all mean?”

The young wife was silent; this talk was anything but pleasant to her.  The colonel looked at her searchingly, while he continued: 

“You know it is not my habit to force myself into others’ secrets.  I take little interest, now-a-days, in the doings of my neighbors, but the honor of my oldest friend is called into question by the insinuation of a boy.  I had no patience with Eugen, and told him to go to Wallmoden and threaten him if he had anything to say.  His answer was:  ’O, Herr von Wallmoden would explain the thing by calling it diplomatic; he has shown himself a great diplomat.  Ask Ada, let her tell you her experience.’  So I did as he bade me, I asked you, but as you will say nothing, I have no alternative but to speak to your husband.  For I cannot keep silence concerning such insulting remarks.”