He had of course heard in New York of the strange fortune that had befallen Claudius on the death of the well-known Mr.Lindstrand, and now he stood a minute trying to take the measure of the individual before him, not in the least overcome by the physical proportions of the outer man, but struck by the intellectual face and forehead that surmounted such a tower of strength.
"I was in Heidelberg myself--a student," said he, his face lighting up with coming reminiscences, "but that was long before you were born, fifty years ago." "I fancy it is little changed," said Claudius.
"I would like to go back to the Badischer Hof.

I remember once--" but he broke off short and turned to the Countess, and sat down beside her.

He knew all her people in America and her husband's people abroad.

He immediately began telling her a story of her grandmother, with a _verve_ and graphic spirit that enchanted Margaret, for she liked clever old men.

Besides he is not old.