The general started at this rather uncommon name; a strange suspicion flashed upon his mind, only, however, to be banished instantly; but again he scanned keenly the features of the man before him. "You are a son of Colonel Rodenberg, commanding officer in W----?"
"No, your Excellency."
"Related to him, probably?"
"No, your Excellency, I am not acquainted either with the colonel or with his family."
"What is your father's profession?"
"My father has been dead for many years."
"And your mother?"
"Dead also."
A pause of a few seconds ensued: the Count's eyes were riveted upon the young officer's face; at last he asked, slowly, "And where,--where did you pass your early youth?"
"In a forest lodge in the neighbourhood of Saint Michael."