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Almost without realizing what he was doing, he tried to think things out and to justify his opinions to himself, so that he would have something to say when the Erlich boys questioned him. He had grown up with the conviction that it was beneath his dignity to explain himself, just as it was to dress carefully, or to be caught taking pains about anything.
When I sounded him, he told me he could easily afford it." The boys said if things had gone as far as that, they supposed they would have to make the best of it, and the eldest wrote down "Claude Wheeler" with a flourish. If the Erlich boys were apprehensive, their anxiety was nothing to Claude's. He was to take Mrs.
Erlich drew Claude aside and told him in excited whispers that her cousin Wilhelmina, the singer, had at last been relieved of the invalid husband whom she had supported for so many years, and now was going to marry her accompanist, a man much younger than herself. After the French emigre had gone off to his party, two young instructors from the University dropped in, and Mrs.
On leaving the house that night, he looked back at the ruddy windows and told himself that it was goodbye indeed, and not, as Mrs. Erlich had fondly said, auf wiedersehen. Coming here only made him more discontented with his lot; his frail claim on this kind of life existed no longer. He must settle down into something that was his own, take hold of it with both hands, no matter how grim it was.
"Yet we have had so many German neighbours, and never one that wasn't kind and helpful." "I know it. Everything Mrs. Erlich ever told me about Germany made me want to go there. And the people that sing all those beautiful songs about women and children went into Belgian villages and " "Don't, Claude!" his mother put out her hands as if to push his words back.
Erlich began to tell Claude a long story about how this brilliant young man had come to Lincoln and met this beautiful young girl, who was already engaged to a cold and academic youth, and how after many heart-burnings the beautiful girl had broken with the wrong man and become betrothed to the right one, and now they were so happy, and every one, she asked Claude to believe, was equally happy!
Erlich discovered that his eyes were not really pale, but only looked so because of his light lashes. They could say a great deal when they looked squarely into hers, and she liked what they said. She soon found out that he was discontented; how he hated the Temple school, and why his mother wished him to go there.
Erlich reminded them that she had not as yet named her guest. "For me," she said with decision, "you may put down Claude Wheeler." This announcement was met with groans and laughter. "You don't mean it, Mother," the oldest son protested. "Poor old Claude wouldn't know what it was all about, and one stick can spoil a dinner party." Mrs. Erlich shook her finger at him with conviction.
Claude looked forward to seeing Peachy Millmore, missed her if she were not in the alcove, found it quite natural that she should explain her absences to him, tell him how often she washed her hair and how long it was when she uncoiled it. One Friday in February Julius Erlich overtook Claude on the campus and proposed that they should try the skating tomorrow.
He was a boy with strong impulses, and he detested the idea of trifling with them. The talk of the disreputable men his father kept about the place at home, instead of corrupting him, had given him a sharp disgust for sensuality. He had an almost Hippolytean pride in candour. The Erlich family loved anniversaries, birthdays, occasions. That spring Mrs.
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