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Old Anna, who was not lacking in a certain simple shrewdness, had not expected Manfred Hegner to show any kindness to his ex-compatriots. She was touched to find him a better man than she expected. Most certainly would she attend this meeting! As soon as her mistress had gone out to lunch, Anna telephoned to Mr. Fröhling and explained why she could not come to him that evening.
He looked up, and for the first time the expression on his face was really cordial. "Maybe you are right, Mr. Fröhling. Most heartily do I desire it may be so! And yet well, one cannot say people would be altogether wrong in suspecting barbers, for barbers hear a great deal of interesting conversation, is it not so?" "That depends on their customers," said the other coldly.
In fact, he had hesitated as to whether he should include the Fröhlings in his invitations then he had thought that if he omitted to do so the fact might possibly come to the ears of the Dean. Fröhling and the Dean had long been pleasantly acquainted.
Frau Bauer was not a person of any account, yet Manfred had ordered that she should be treated this evening with special consideration, and so Mrs. Hegner walked forward and stiffly shook hands with her latest guest. "Sit down, Fröhling, sit down!"
Good old Anna, hurrying out into the black and white hall to meet her gracious lady, did not receive Mr. Hegner's kind invitation as her mistress had supposed she would do. A look of indecision and annoyance crossed her pink face. "Ach, but to go to Mr. Fröhling promised have I," she muttered. And then Mrs. Otway exclaimed, "But the Fröhlings are Germans! They will certainly be there themselves.
Manfred Hegner was slim, active, and prosperous-looking; he appeared years younger than his age. Ludwig Fröhling was stout and rather stumpy; he seemed older than he really was, and although he was a barber, his hair was long and untidy. He looked intelligent and thoughtful, but it was the intelligence and the thoughtfulness of the student and of the dreamer, not of the man of action. "Well, Mr.
Fröhling, alone of the company there, sat together apart, with lowering brows. Mrs. Hegner went up to them, rather timidly. "I want to tell you how sorry I am, Mr. Fröhling," she said conciliatingly. Polly had a kind heart, if a pettish manner. "What a pity you didn't take out your certificate when Manfred advised you to do so!" Mr. Fröhling remained silent.
All of them had looked gloomy, preoccupied, and troubled when they came in, but now they seemed quite merry and bright. There was one exception. Poor Mr. Fröhling looked very miserable. Mrs. Hegner felt very sorry for Mr. and Mrs. Fröhling.
Fröhling, the International haven't done much the last few days, eh? I'm afraid you must have been disappointed." He of course spoke in German. "Yes, I have been disappointed," said the other stoutly, "very much disappointed indeed! But still, from this great crime good may come, even now.
George C. Shreve, the jeweler, had one also, as did Charles Kohler, of the firm of Kohler & Frohling, wine men of San Francisco. He offered me $3000 for my right but I refused it. I applied for a patent only to find that another was about twenty years ahead of me. The Donahue Brothers.
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