`` 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 , Hoffman ? '' said the major . `` In Paris , where he was with fellow-exiles . '' `` He is what he seems , is he ? -- no impostor , or anything of that sort ? One is often deceived , you know . '' `` On my honor , sir , he is a gentleman , and as brave as he is accomplished and excellent . '' `` Will he die ? '' asked Amy , pathetically . `` With care he would recover , I think ; but there is no one to nurse him , so the poor lad must take his chance and trust in heaven for help . '' `` How sad ! I wish we were going his way , so that we might do something for him -- at least give him the society of his friend . ''
Helen glanced at XXXXX , feeling that if he were not already engaged by them , he would devote himself to the invalid without any thought of payment .
Amy French German Helen Hoffman Karl Paris Teblinski fellow-exiles impostor