`` If mademoiselle knows the name and title of this gentleman it will not be hard to find him . '' `` We only fancy it is the same because of the initials . I dare say it is a mistake , and the man is English . Inquire quietly , Hoffman , if you please , as this ring is of value , and I wish to restore it to its owner , '' said Helen , rather sharply . `` I shall do so , mademoiselle , '' and with his gentlemanly bow , the courier left the room . `` Bless me , what 's that ? '' cried Amy , a moment afterward , as a ringing laugh echoed through the corridor , -- a laugh so full of hearty and infectious merriment that both girls smiled involuntarily , and Amy peeped out to see who the blithe personage might be . An old gentleman was entering his room near by , and Karl was just about to descend the stairs . Both looked back at the girlish face peeping at them , but both were quite grave , and the peal of laughter remained a mystery , like all the rest of it . Late in the evening Hoffman returned to report that a party of young Englishmen had visited the castle that afternoon , and had left by the evening train . One of them had been named Samuel Peters , and he , doubtless , was the owner of the ring . A humorous expression lurked in the couriers eye as he made his report , and heard Amy exclaim , in a tone of disgust and comical despair , -- `` Samuel Peters ! That spoils all the romance and dims the beauty of the diamond . To think that a Peters should be the hero to whom I owe my safety , and a Samuel should leave me this token of regard ! '' `` Hush , Amy , '' whispered Helen . `` Thanks , Hoffman ; we must wait now for chance to help us . '' IV A POLISH EXILE `` Room for one here , sir , '' said the guard , as the train stopped at Carlsruhe next day , on its way from Heidelberg to Baden . The major put down his guide-book , Amy opened her eyes , and Helen removed her shawl from the opposite seat , as a young man , wrapped in a cloak , with a green shade over his eyes , and a general air of feebleness , got in and sank back with a sigh of weariness or pain . Evidently an invalid , for his face was thin and pale , his dark hair cropped short , and the ungloved hand attenuated and delicate as a woman 's . A sidelong glance from under the deep shade seemed to satisfy him regarding his neighbors , and drawing his cloak about him with a slight shiver , he leaned into the corner and seemed to forget that he was not alone .
Helen and XXXXX exchanged glances of compassionate interest , for women always pity invalids , especially if young , comely and of the opposite sex .
Amy Baden English Englishmen Helen Hoffman POLISH Peters evening left