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To Fröhling everything English was perfect, and he had been quite pleased, instead of sorry, when his son had joined the British Army. "So? That is good!" she exclaimed. "Very good! But we must not seem too pleased, must we, Herr Hegner?" And he shook his head. "No, to be too pleased would not be grateful," he said, "to good old England!" And he spoke with no sarcasm, he really meant what he said.
He muttered a word or two and then, "Unless before eight you communicate, Jane and I expect you this evening." "Certainly, Herr Fröhling." As Mrs. Otway left the cathedral, certain remarks made to her by members of the little congregation jarred on her, and made her feel, almost for the first time in her life, thoroughly out of touch with her friends and neighbours. Some one whom Mrs.
Fortunately for you, and for all those who have not taken out their certificates, there is no organisation in this country. As for thoroughness, they do not know the meaning of the word." "I have sometimes wondered," observed Mr. Fröhling mildly, "why you, who dislike England so much, should have taken out your certificate, Mr. Hegner. In your place I should have gone back to America."
But he was a Socialist; he did not share Anna's enthusiasm for the Kaiser, the Kaiserine, and their stalwart sons. This was the first time he had ever telephoned to her. "Is it Frau Bauer that I am addressing?" And Anna, slightly thrilled by the unusual appellation, answered, "Yes, yes it is, Herr Fröhling." "With you a talk I should like to have," said the friendly familiar voice.
Fröhling spoke as if the words were being dragged out of him. He longed to tell the other man to mind his own business. "You haven't a chance of being allowed to do that! Why, already, on the very first day, every German barber is suspected." The speaker gave a short, unpleasant laugh. "I am not suspected. So!" exclaimed Fröhling heatedly.
Only lately have we turned the corner " Mrs. Fröhling sighed. Then her face brightened, and Mrs. Hegner looking round saw that Anna Bauer, Mrs. Otway's servant, was pushing her way through the crowd towards them. Now pretty Polly disliked the old woman.
Then they both turned towards the door through which they had gained admittance earlier in the evening. Mr. Hegner smoothed out his brow, and a mechanical smile came to his lips. He was glad the old Socialist had cleared out early. It is not too much to say that Manfred Hegner hated Fröhling. He wondered who would get the German barber's job.
It had never made any difference to any of the Germans Anna had known in England in fact the only German-Englishman she knew was old Fröhling, who had never taken out his certificate at all. Fröhling really did adore England, and this had sometimes made old Anna feel very impatient.
Kohler and Frohling who built the great stone winery on the vineyard called Tokay, but who built upon a hill up which other vineyardists refused to haul their grapes. So Kohler and Frohling lost the land; the earthquake of 1906 threw down the winery; and I now live in its ruins.
"Is your son going to Belgium, Mr. Fröhling?" "Not that I know of," said the other. But a troubled look came over his face. He opened his mouth as if to add something, and then tightly shut it again. Mr. Hegner had the immediate impression that old Fröhling could have told him something worth hearing had he been willing to do so.
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