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"Oh, yes; oh, yes! I " broke in Von Barwig, afraid that Costello might dispense with his services altogether. "I acknowledge the curios came a little on my nerves at first. It was all so strange: the people staring, the midgets chattering, the stout lady fanning, fanning, always fanning, the lecturing of the lecturer; and you at the door always calling 'Insides, insides!"
"Yes, if you can see it!" replied the man, compelled to smile when he looked into Von Barwig's beaming face. "How far are you going downtown?" asked the conductor to prolong the conversation. The car was empty, and Von Barwig's cheery smile encouraged him to talk. "Fowling Green," replied Von Barwig. "I buy my ticket back to Germany," he added lightly.
His demand for his rights as an American citizen was the predominating characteristic of his nature, for he was a born demagogue of the most pronounced type. It did not take Mr. Schwarz long to make clear the object of his visit. "You don't come to our rooms very much, Von Barwig," he said. Von Barwig pleaded stress of business as an excuse. "If you had," went on Mr.
Von Barwig laughed at his own foolishness in allowing his thoughts to run on unchecked. Somehow they always led him into a ridiculous position from which he could never extricate himself.
Von Barwig now firmly made up his mind that it would never be his good fortune to see his beloved pupil again. "She has gone out of my life as suddenly as she came into it," he said with a deep sigh.
"Your husband, what does he say?" said Von Barwig, in a low voice. He felt he could not restrain himself much longer. Beverly came forward. "He says: 'Who giveth this woman to be married to this man?" Von Barwig shook his head. The tears were running down his cheeks, and when he tried to withdraw his hand from hers Hélène refused to let it go.
"Now I know why she cried so constantly," sobbed Hélène. "She was thinking of you!" She grasped his hand and looked pleadingly into his face. "Who giveth this woman to be married to this man?" Von Barwig shook his head. "Silence is best! The marriage is over; I have the orange blossoms," and the old man kissed them tenderly. "Who giveth this woman to be married to this man?" entreated Hélène.
He makes beautiful speeches; no public dinner seems to be complete without him. He knows just what to say and how to say it, and what is better than all, he knows when not to say anything!" Von Barwig nodded. "It's a great gift, that of speech," he said. "I despair of ever being able to speak this language with fluency." "But you speak English splendidly," said Hélène.
I want to introduce you to your friends." He threw the door wide open. Stanton came forward as if to close it, but Von Barwig waved him back. "Stay where you are," he cried. "I introduce yon to your friends as you are. She shall choose between us. Against your money and respectability I put my life. Your friends shall choose; she shall choose; the young man she is to marry he shall choose."
Depends on the crowds. Come on, now; I like your looks. Say the word and the job is yours." It was not pride that made Von Barwig silent when he wanted to speak; he simply did not grasp the man's meaning. "I see you've got your fiddle there. You can play the incidental music for the dramas with that; and you can play the pianner for the curios and the intermissions.
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