s him, with apparent gentleness, but in reality with no little force. This time Hermann made no resistance, and no cry of pain escaped his lips, though the pressure of his father's hands must have hurt him, but he clenched his little teeth, and his face wore such an aspect of dark defiance, that his father suddenly loosened his hold and pushed him away. But the glance which met the boy's eyes was so fearfully threatening, that the Praesidentin involuntarily threw her arm protectingly round the child.
He turned round quickly, and a momentary glance passed between them, unobserved by any one else. The Countess still lay sobbing on the sofa, and when the servant entered the Count had recovered his usual equanimity, and offered his mother-in-law his arm.
"Calm yourself, Ottilie! We are only giving up Hermann to his grandmother, who will look after him well."
There was something like oppression in the tone of these harmless words, and his glance sought the Praesidentin's, wh