John fancied that he had been in Vienna, but he knew the magnet that had brought him back.

He saw the young Austrian's eyes flame more than once when Julie appeared in her favorite place on the terrace.

And yet John neither hated nor feared him.
Kratzek was well enough to go back to the battle front, but he lingered.
John did not know what excuses he gave, but he was there, and his eyes, too, burned when Julie passed.
Often in the evening he watched for the grim Suzanne and the word that she would bring, but she did not come.

Day by day he saw her, the long black shadow behind her mistress, but she never looked toward him, however intensely he wished it.
The prince went forth occasionally, but he always used an automobile and he was never gone longer than a day.

John wondered why he remained so long at Zillenstein, knowing that he was a general in the German army and a man of weight at the battle front.