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Then a thought came to him. "Little one," he whispered, "you are irresistible. Wait, then. It may be as you desire. Only, after supper I pass on." "And I with you?" she implored. He shook his head. "Wait here." Once more he returned to Estermen's apartments. Estermen was still there, smoking furiously. The room was blue with tobacco smoke. Falkenberg regarded him with distaste.
He had relapsed into his former grim and impenetrable silence. And while he waited the sweat stood out in beads upon Estermen's forehead. Greatly he feared that the worst was to come! "Have you anything else to say to me?" his master asked. "Nothing!" Estermen replied, with faltering lips. Prince Falkenberg's eyes were fierce orbs of light and his servant quailed before him.
She sat by Estermen's side, but she cast a longing glance at Falkenberg. Their glasses were filled. Estermen drank quickly, all the time looking about him with the furtive air of a whipped dog. "To-night," Falkenberg cried, as he lifted his glass, "I have but one command be joyful. Why not? To-night I have Marguerite by my side, and you you can choose from the world of Marguerites.
Another glass like that, Estermen! Drink till you feel it bubbling in your veins. Look at him now!" Falkenberg leaned back in his place and pressed his companion's arm. Indeed, the wine was working its magic. The terror was passing from Estermen's face. Already he was becoming more natural. "Leave them alone," Falkenberg said softly. "He will have no relapse. The wine is in his blood.
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