at's all there is about it.
Now, we must find out just who she really is. Here comes a smart-looking
soldier chap. Let's ask him, providing we can make him understand."

A young soldier approached, leisurely twirling a cane, for he was
without his side arms. Anguish accosted him in French and then in
German. He understood the latter and was very polite.

"Who was the young lady in the carriage that just passed?" asked Lorry,
eagerly.

The face of the soldier flushed and then grew pale with anger.

"Hold on! I beg pardon, but we are strangers and don't quite understand
your ways. I can't see anything improper in asking such a question,"
said Anguish, attempting to detain him. The young man struck his hand
from his arm and his eyes fairly blazed.

"You must learn our ways. We never pass comment on a lady. If you do so
in your land, I am sorry for your ladies. I refuse to be questioned by
you. Stand aside, fellow!"

Anguish stood aside in astonishment, and they watched the wrathful
gallant strut down the street, his back as stiff as a board.

"Damned touchy!" growled Anguish.

"You remember what Sitzky said about their respect for the weaker sex.
I guess we'd better keep off that tack or we'll hatch up a duel or two.
They seem to be fire-eaters. We must content ourselves witch searching
out her home and without assistance, too. I've cooled off a bit, Harry,
and, now that I've seen her, I'm willing to go slowly and deliberately.
Let's take our time and be perfectly cool. I am beginning to agree with
your incog. proposition. It's all clearing up in my mind now. We'll go
back to the hotel and get ready for the visit to the palace grounds."

"Don't you intend to hunt her up? 'Gad, I wouldn't miss a minute if
I had a chance to be with a girl like that! And the other was no
scarecrow. She is rather a beauty, too. Greatest town for pretty women I
ever struck. Vienna is out of it entirely."

They strolled on to the hotel, discussing the encounter in all its
exhilarating details. Scarcely had they seated themselves on the piazza,
after partaking of a light luncheon, when a man came galloping up to
the walk in front of the hotel. Throwing his bridle rein to a guard,
he hastened to the piazza. His attire was that of a groom and something
about him reminded them of the footman who sat beside the driver of the
carriage they had seen a short time before. He came straight to where
the Americans sat smoking and, bowing low, hel