`` Take a new hero , then ; nothing can be more romantic than that , '' whispered Helen , glancing at the pale , dark-haired figure wrapped in the military cloak opposite . `` I will , and leave the baron to you ; '' said Amy , with a stifled laugh . `` Hush ! Here are Baden and Karl , '' replied Helen , thankful for the interruption . All was bustle in a moment , and taking leave of them with an air of reluctance , the Pole walked away , leaving Amy looking after him wistfully , quite unconscious that she stood in everybody 's way , and that her uncle was beckoning impatiently from the carriage door . `` Poor boy ! I wish he had some one to take care of him . '' she sighed , half aloud . `` Mademoiselle , the major waits ; '' and Karl came up , hat in hand , just in time to hear her and glance after Casimer , with an odd expression . V LUDMILLA `` I wonder what that young man 's name was . Did he mention it , Helen ? '' said the major , pausing in his march up and down the room , as if the question was suggested by the sight of the little baskets , which the girls had kept . `` No , uncle ; but you can easily ask Hoffman , '' replied Helen . `` By the way , Karl , who was the Polish gentleman who came on with us ? '' asked the major a moment afterward , as the courier came in with newspapers . `` Casimer Teblinski , sir . '' `` A baron ? '' asked Amy , who was decidedly a young lady of one idea just then . `` No , mademoiselle , but of a noble family , as the ` ski ' denotes , for that is to Polish and Russian names what ` von ' is to German and ` de ' to French . '' `` I was rather interested in him .
Where did you pick him up , XXXXX ? ''
Amy Casimer French German Helen Hoffman Mademoiselle Pole Polish Teblinski