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I laid my hand on Wetter's shoulder, saying: "My dear friend, have you forgotten me Baron de Neberhausen?" He looked up with a start, but when he saw me his eyes softened. He clasped my hand. "Neberhausen?" he said. "Yes; we met in Forstadt." "To be sure," he laughed. "May I present my friend to you? M. le Baron de Neberhausen, M. Struboff. You will know Struboff's name.
Well then, I lead, or she leads, another suit. It's a good game; and our stakes are not high. You, sire, would like signals harder to read, I know your taste. You're right there. And don't you make the stakes higher? I have plunged into indiscretion; if I did not, you would think that Bederhof had forged my handwriting. Unless I am stopped on the frontier I shall be in Forstadt in three weeks."
He need ask no leave from me, and need run no risk of my rebuff or of Princess Heinrich's stiffness. He knew all the world of Forstadt. From favour or fear every door opened when he knocked at it. He knew, among the rest, Victoria's Baron over at Waldenweiter. From no place could he better observe the King. Nowhere else was it so easy for a man to meet the King.
Owen lived with me both at Forstadt and at Artenberg. At this time he was twenty-five; he excelled my own adult stature, and walked with the free grace of a well-bred English gentleman. His dark hair grew thick, rising from his forehead in a wave; his face was long and thin, and a slight mustache veiled a humorous tender mouth.
"If I did that, I should say to all Forstadt that there's no woman in the world like you." "You needn't say it to all Forstadt. You haven't even said it to me yet." We had been sitting together. Again I fell on one knee, prepared to offer her formal homage in a sweet extravagance. On a sudden she raised her hand; her face grew alarmed. "Hark!" she said. "Hark!" "To your voice, yours only!" "No.
I rose to my feet, gave Elsa my hand, and helped her to rise. Then together we took a step forward and bowed to all. Silence fell. Coralie's voice rose again, repeating the last verse. Now all the chorus joined in. We stood till the song ended again, and through the tempest of cheers. There had been no such enthusiasm in Forstadt within the memory of man.
If I had killed you!" "It would have been another another impresario for my Princess." "We shall meet at Forstadt? You'll ask me to the wedding?" "Unless you have incurred Princess Heinrich's anger." "I tell you I'm going to settle down." "Never," said I. "Be careful, sire. The revolver I bought for Struboff is in my pocket." "Make me a present of it," I suggested.
Wetter was back, back from wounding me, back from his madness of Coralie, back from his obscure wanderings and his reported bank-breakings. Somewhere and somehow he had got money enough to keep him awhile; and with money in his pocket he was again and at once a power in Forstadt.
The thought that I treasured on the way to Artenberg that evening was the thought of my six years. Soon after my return my mother and I went into residence at Forstadt. My time was divided between mastering my public duties under Hammerfeldt's tuition, and playing a prominent part in the gaieties of the capital. Just now I was on cordial, if not exactly intimate, terms with the Princess.
Mother always told me I mightn't. She said you were were rather peculiar." "I don't know enough about other people to be able to say whether I'm peculiar." Then she said: "Father will be pleased." "I hope everybody will be pleased. When you go to Forstadt the whole town will run mad over you." "What will they do?" "Oh, what won't they do? Crowds, cheers, flowers, fireworks, all the rest of it.
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