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Poons was so startled by hearing them all shout at him at once that he dropped the dog into Von Barwig's coal scuttle, whence it finally issued covered with coal dust and ran yelping into Miss Husted's arms. That lady petted the frightened animal while Pinac pushed the unfortunate Poons out of the room. When Miss Husted had completely recovered herself, she held up the pawn tickets.
The idea rather appealed to Von Barwig's sense of humour and he laughed. "Music and bricks," he repeated, but this attempt at pleasantry did not meet with much response from Mr. Schwarz. That gentleman merely shrugged his shoulders while Mr.
Surely something was wrong, for Anton was not himself. Never before had he stopped rehearsal and dismissed his men on the morning preceding a concert night, and, moreover, the night of the first performance of a new symphony Von Barwig's own work. The men were rapidly disappearing, and the Gewandhaus concert platform was almost empty.
"I had the money and I intended to give it to you to-day," Von Barwig pleaded. "But some friends came to dinner, and " He paused, and then smiled as it occurred to him how thoughtless he had been. The collector left the notice in Von Barwig's possession, and walked away without further comment. Affairs had not been going along very smoothly at the Museum.
Stanton thought he detected signs of relenting in Von Barwig's voice. "I suppose there's no use my telling you how sorry I am for " "Sorry, sorry!" almost screamed Von Barwig. "Does that bring back anything? Does that put sixteen years in my hands? Damn the empty phrase 'I am sorry' when there is no use in being sorry!" "I have repented, Anton! Before God I have repented!" said Stanton huskily.
No sign of recognition was there. "Shall we go?" she asked after a pause. He shook his head. "Don't go!" he said simply. "Why not?" asked Hélène, as if his answer meant a great deal to her. "Leipsic is not a a pleasant place for honeymoons," he replied evasively. "That's just what my my father said." She was watching him closely now. The expression on Von Barwig's face was unchanged.
"What's the matter?" asked Pinac, who could not understand German, but who knew something was wrong, and wanted to show Poons that he knew the ropes in the States. Poons poured out a tale of woe which was intended to touch Von Barwig's heart and gain his sympathy, instead of which it made him laugh heartily.
Stanton!" repeated Mr. Joles, almost horrified at the idea of Von Barwig's asking for his master. "Mr. Stanton?" he repeated. "Have you an appointment with him?" Von Barwig admitted that he had not. "Mr. Stanton sees no one without an appointment," said Mr. Joles, slowly recovering from the shock Von Barwig had given him. "Besides which, he is at present at Bar Harbour."
Twice did Miss Husted send up to beg them to make less noise, as the second floor front, Mrs. Mangenborn, had complained that her slumbers were being rudely disturbed. So the men dressed themselves and went down into Von Barwig's rooms, where they sat till daylight, talking and smoking; after which they all went out to breakfast at Galazatti's.
"Yes," he said, with a pathetic smile, "she shall eat 'em alive yet livelier!" This appeared to satisfy Costello, and shaking hands with Von Barwig once more, he went out and left him standing in the middle of the room. Von Barwig's eye fell on a daguerreotype of Mendelssohn, and it called him back to Leipsic. "Eat 'em alive, eat 'em alive, eat 'em alive!" rang in his ears.
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