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"He threw open the door and he laughed at me. Forgive me, please, if I am sad, if indeed I weep. He was a gallant gentleman." Herr Freudenberg sighed. Slowly he raised his glass to his lips and drank. "It is an amiable epitaph," he declared. "Many a man has gone up to Heaven with a worse. Cheer up, my little Marguerite.
"Find mademoiselle," he ordered. "Tell her that we wait impatiently." Mademoiselle was not far away. Herr Freudenberg passed his arm through hers. "We return, I think," he said. "This little room has served its purpose." Julien on the landing tried to make his adieux, but his host only laughed at him. Mademoiselle Ixe held out her hand and led him into the room by her side.
But I thought, perhaps, that he might come so I risked it. I was restless to-night. I do not sing this week because Herr Freudenberg is in Paris, and without any occupation it is hard to control the thoughts. I sat at home until I could bear it no longer. Eh bien! I sent for a little carriage and I ventured here. There is a chance that he may come."
Then his lips moved, he spoke in a whisper which was almost inaudible. "Henriette!" From across the table his companion watched him. At first she was puzzled. When she heard the woman's name which came so softly from his lips, she turned pale. Herr Freudenberg recovered from his fit of abstraction almost as quickly as he had lapsed into it. "I thank you, Estermen," he declared.
Let us both forget!" Herr Freudenberg smiled as he finished his wine. "Ah! dear Marguerite," he said, "you preach the great philosophy. We will try humbly to follow in your footsteps. Lead on and we will follow up to the Montmartre, if you will, or down to the Rue Royale. What does it matter, sweetheart, so long as we are together?"
"It is not so," Prince Falkenberg asserted. "If I had ever valued my own life highly, there would have been no Herr Freudenberg; and if the whole history of Herr Freudenberg is discovered, I follow you, my friend, post haste. If I seem to be taking any pains to hold my own, remember that mine is a life which is valuable to the Fatherland. You have been and you are only a feeder at the troughs.
Not once since I last had this pleasure of waiting upon you, have I had the joy of seeing her." Herr Freudenberg looked across the table at his companion with twinkling eyes. "This is a city of conspirators," he declared. "You make a man vain and happy and joyous at the same time. Let your dinner be served, then, Henri. Since I was in Paris last I have eaten many times, but I have not dined."
Estermen thrust the morsel of paper into his waist-coat pocket. Then he leaned a little closer to this man who seemed to be his master. "Herr Freudenberg," he began, "I spoke of a lady in the Avenue de St. Paul, the companion to-night of the person whose acquaintance you are anxious to make." "What of her?" Herr Freudenberg asked calmly.
Freudenberg left Berlin an hour after he saw the article. You tell me you've met him already?" "Yes, he's been here," Julien replied. "He offered to make me a Croesus if I'd stop the letters. When I refused, well, we had a scuffle, and by Jove, they nearly got me! He means to wipe me out." "We'll see about that!" Kendricks muttered.
"Gentlemen," Herr Freudenberg continued, "there have been many misapprehensions between your country and mine. Ten years ago we seemed indeed on the highroad to friendship. It was then I speak frankly, mind that your country made the one fatal mistake of recent years.
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