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You don't want me to die here at once before your eyes? Sanin was utterly nonplussed. It was the first time in his life he had had to deal with any one of ardent Italian blood. 'I will do whatever you like, he cried. 'I will talk to Fraeulein Gemma.... Frau Lenore uttered a cry of delight. 'Only I really can't say what result will come of it ...
Isn't that our old friend? said Sanin, pointing to a muffled-up figure, which hurriedly slipped a little aside as though trying to remain unobserved. In the midst of his abundant happiness he felt a need to talk to Gemma, not of love that was a settled thing and holy but of something else. 'Yes, it's Pantaleone, Gemma answered gaily and happily.
'I am nothing to her at all, cried Sanin, 'I am a Russian, but I cannot look on at such insolence with indifference; but here is my card and my address; monsieur l'officier can find me. As he uttered these words, Sanin threw his visiting-card on the table, and at the same moment hastily snatched Gemma's rose, which one of the officers sitting at the table had dropped into his plate.
She permitted Sanin not to approach ... oh, no! but, at any rate, to remain in the room she had kept clamouring for him to go away and did not interrupt him when he spoke. Sanin immediately availed himself of the calm as it set in, and displayed an astounding eloquence. He could hardly have explained his intentions and emotions with more fire and persuasive force even to Gemma herself.
'Come! now you must come and see us! he cried, directly Sanin had finished his toilet and written his letter to Berlin. 'It's early yet, observed Sanin. 'That's no matter, replied Emil caressingly. 'Come along! We'll go to the post and from there to our place. Gemma will be so glad to see you! You must have lunch with us.... You might say a word to mamma about me, my career....
Of course I had to go through a great deal with mamma, and it made me very wretched to see how distressed she was, and I thought I had been a little hasty; but you see I had your note, and even apart from it I knew ... 'That I love you, put in Sanin. 'Yes ... that you were in love with me.
When he came back, Gemma thanked him with a little nod of the head, and with a pensive smile she began herself just audibly humming the beautiful melody of Weber's, in which Max expresses all the perplexities of first love. Then she asked Sanin whether he knew 'Freischuetz, whether he was fond of Weber, and added that though she was herself an Italian, she liked such music best of all.
Sanin walked down the street to the end ... He did not want to go home at once; he felt a desire to wander about a little in the fresh air.
The old man was quite exhausted and panting; at every movement of the brush he hopped up and down and groaned noisily, while his immense tufts of hair, soaked with perspiration, flapped heavily from side to side, like the roots of some strong plant, torn up by the water. 'You'd better, at least, take off his boots, Sanin was just saying to him.
She addressed herself again to Sanin, and began questioning him as to the laws existing in Russia as to marriage, and whether there were no obstacles to contracting marriages with Catholics as in Prussia. 'But, of course, you will first have to go to Russia? 'Why? 'Why? Why, to obtain the permission of your Tsar.
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