"
"I never talk unless it's needful for me to speak," said Suzanne with
dignity.
Many eyes watched the great limousine as it rolled into Tellnitz, and
stopped before the excellent inn of Herr Johann Ignatz Leinfelder. Herr
Leinfelder himself appeared upon the gravel, his round red face beaming
at the sight of guests, evidently of importance, at a time when so few
guests of any kind at all came. John in his role of chauffeur said to
him with an air of importance:
"A lady of the family of Prince Karl of Auersperg, on her way to
Trieste. She wishes a room, the very best room you have, to which she
can retire with her maid and seek the rest she so badly needs after her
long journey over bad roads."
The good Herr Leinfelder bowed low. John's manner impressed him. It was
a perfect reproduction of the style affected by the flunkies of the
great.
"We have a splendid chamber for the princess and a smaller one adjoining
for her maid," said the host. "It's an honor to Tellnitz and to me that
a lady of the house of Auersperg should stop at my inn. The prince
himself, we hear, has returned to the great war."
"Ah!" said John, but there was immense satisfaction under the subdued
"ah" over the important information coming to him by mere chance. He
opened the door for Julie and Suzanne to alight, and still heavily
muffled they were bowed into the house by Herr Leinfelder.
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