Neither was Suzanne given up wholly to the present. She spent many
anxious hours thinking of the future. The deep snow could not last
forever. Already there was a warmer breath in the air. When it began to
melt it would go fast, and then Auersperg--if he were still at
Zillenstein--eaten up with impatience and anger because he could hear
nothing from the lodge, would act, and he would show no mercy to the
young man with the brown hair and the gray eyes, who was now walking by
the side of her beloved Julie.
John himself took notice the next day of the signs. Spring, which
already held sway in the lowlands, was creeping up the slope of the
highlands. The sun was distinctly warmer and tiny rivulets of water
flowed along the edges of the runways. In a few more days retainers of
Auersperg or troops would come up the mountain. The prince himself might
have been compelled to return to the war, but he would certainly leave
orders in capable hands. John never deluded himself for a moment upon
that subject. His shoveling in the snow made him quite sure now that a
road led over the mountain and southward, and he had made up his mind to
take the automobile and the two women and try it, as soon as the snow
melted enough to permit of such an attempt. One might get through, and
he had proved for himself that fortune favors the daring.
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