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I assure you, all over the ship, in the forecastle, among the stewards when they polish the silver, and in the officers' cabins, they do nothing but titter and laugh at her and Achleitner and anybody falling under suspicion on her account." "Don't you think that's slander?" "Why, you and I are physicians. I don't care a fig one way or the other." Frederick laughed. "I have set my all on nothing."
Frederick exclaimed, simulating surprise with somewhat forced liveliness. "May I present Mr. Achleitner? Mr. Achleitner is an architect from Vienna." The man with the piercing eyes smiled with an air of interest, holding fast to the brass balustrade to keep from being hurled against the wall. The door of a rather gloomy saloon opened on the first landing.
When the men entered the comparatively roomy cabin on deck, they found Achleitner sitting on a rather unsteady chair, while Mara, carefully wrapped up, was lying stretched out on a couch. She instantly called to her father, please to remove Mr. Achleitner, who was boring her, and signified to Frederick that she had a special favour to ask of him.
There's that Achleitner look at the condescension with which Hahlström treats him and the lofty way Hahlström plays the rôle of benefactor! He used to be a riding-master. Then he got mixed up in some quack cure, a combination of Swedish gymnastics and hydrotherapeutics, and his wife left him, a fine, hard-working woman, now doing splendidly as head of a department at Worth's in Paris."
He drew his penknife to defend himself. He awoke to find himself lying undressed in his berth. Someone had discovered him, as he had discovered Achleitner the night before, and had led him down to his cabin. But the cry "Moira!" which reminded him of the Moeræ, the ancient goddesses of fate, still rang fearfully in his ears. It was still long before daylight, and he fell asleep again.
At the sight of the little object, Frederick did not know whether to be born or never to awaken to life was preferable. He went out on deck again, aroused Achleitner, and led him to his cabin, resisting and mumbling incomprehensible words, though half asleep. Then, in dread of the agonies of insomnia, he went to his own cabin.
The two together descended the rest of the companionway. The space in front of the dining-room was empty and so was the dining-room. It was tilted at an acute angle. A heap of dishes and silverware blocked the doorway. "Hahlström! Achleitner!" Frederick shouted again and again. Wilke pushed a short way down the long corridor, on which the cabins gave.
When he passed the cabin of the first mate, the door opened, and Von Halm appeared in conversation with Achleitner. Achleitner was pale, and there was an anxious look in his face. "I have rented the lieutenant's cabin for Miss Hahlström. I could not bear to see her suffering so in her own cabin," he called to Frederick. The gale had increased. Not a passenger was to be seen on deck.
He saw the flood come leaping through all the valleys, over the tops of all the hills, wave upon wave, from all sides. The moon was shining. He saw Angèle climb to a little skiff lying moored somewhere; and the tide carried away the skiff with her in it. The waters overwhelmed his house. Again the wandering began, hand in hand with Achleitner and the smoke widows across the ocean desert.
Perhaps fortune might favour him; he might discover Hahlström and perhaps Achleitner, too, and help one or both into the boat. There was danger, to be sure, that the boat would put off before he returned. He had worked his way as far as the unused smoking-room. It was empty. Suddenly Wilke was standing beside him. "If you're looking for somebody, I'll help," the peasant declared.
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