with Clemenceau at Munich, and of whom she had not cherished a second
thought! Better than all, while titled a baron in Germany, he held a
viscount's rank in France, and his aunt, the marchioness, presented him
as the last of the Terremondes.

She had not expected to meet in this coterie a gentleman who patronized
the singers of a beer-hall, but the frock does not make the monk, and
Baron Gratian von Linden-Hohen-Linden, Viscount de Terremonde in France,
was of another species than the frequenters of Latour château.

From his income in both countries, he had the means to maintain what
would have been ruinous establishments; he had the racing stud which no
English peer would be ashamed of, a gallery of masterpieces acquired
from living painters, an unrivaled hot-house of orchids, wolf-hounds and
fox-hounds and other dogs, and the rumor went that the famous Caroline
Birchoffstein, in consideration of his being a fellow-countryman, was
more often seen in his box at the Grand Opera House than in her own.

The imperial court, also, not averse to being on good terms with South
Germany, since Prussia was supposed to be France's greatest opponent in
case Luxembourg were clutched, petted the Franco-Teuton, and regretted
that he was so pleasure-loving.

To continue her thraldom over him, Césarine left not a word unsaid or a
glance undelivered. In this attack, she was met halfway, for, had she
been less eager, she must have seen that the viscount-baron's joy at
seeing her again was sincere.

"You hesitate to ask what happened after your fortunate escape with that
young student," he said, when they were allowed a few minutes together