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"Her husband is forgive the coarse expression, Kläre a regular hog. But an hysterical woman is an utter horror to me." "I can only feel sorry for Frau von Gropphusen." "And so do I. But I don't want her to hang on to you." "She does not hang on to me," answered his wife simply. But at this moment a subdued wailing was heard, and Kläre instantly hastened from the room.
"But, Kläre, how about that episode of the Gropphusen? That was a bit off the rails, wasn't it?" "Nothing of the kind. Nothing but a mere passing flirtation." Güntz shook his head thoughtfully. "No, Kläre," he replied. "I understand Reimers. He would never have anything to do with mere passing flirtations. It is just the dear fellow's misfortune that he takes everything so damned seriously.
But really, you know, when one's as pretty as you are, a little vanity is excusable. And now tell me, where in the world did you get these things?" "Oh, Kläre," replied the girl, "not here, of course. Frau von Gropphusen went with me and helped me to choose them. I can tell you, Kläre, she does understand such things."
Once he whispered mysteriously in his wife's ear: "Do you know, I believe she and Gropphusen have committed a murder between them: and this terrible bond holds them together, although they fight like cat and dog." But Kläre strongly objected to such jokes. "How can you tell what that poor woman may have to bear?
Only two ladies, the wives of Captains von Stuckardt and von Gropphusen, differed from this type. Frau von Stuckardt was unjustly considered haughty. She was merely unfortunate in being unable to adapt herself to the mental atmosphere of the other ladies.
He felt a sudden longing to kiss the beautiful arms. Frau von Gropphusen avoided looking at her companion. Once only she stole a glance at him with a shy, questioning, dubious expression. It chanced that Reimers was looking at her. Their eyes met, and parted reluctantly. At the garden gate he kissed her hand in farewell.
His mistress had let down her hair and was standing in the sunshine as though wrapped in a golden mantle. "Is Betty not here yet?" she asked. "No, madam." "Well, it does not matter. Saddle Lady Godiva for me." "Very good, madam. But excuse me, madam; you will remember that Lady Godiva has not been ridden for three days; she will be very fresh." Frau von Gropphusen smiled: "Do not be afraid.
He felt he must break some-thing, destroy something, dash something to pieces. Tremblingly he swung his racquet, as if to hurl it at the fellow's head. But suddenly his arm dropped to his side; he had twisted his wrist. The racquet fell from his hand. "What's the matter?" asked Frau von Gropphusen. "Nothing," he answered roughly. "Excuse me, I must say good-night." He bowed stiffly.
"Of course they are expecting you at home?" asked Falkenhein. Hannah Gropphusen laughed rather bitterly. "Expecting me?" she replied. "Who? Oh no, I don't suppose my husband is at home. But pray, colonel, don't punish him for that!" This was rather painful. However, Frau von Gropphusen afterwards said good-bye to them so simply and naturally that no one thought anything more about it.
The mare resented not being given her head at once; but finally trotted off with a coquettish gait that showed her fine breeding and her graceful proportions. And the beautiful woman on her back was like a bride going forth to meet her beloved. Hannah Gropphusen chose the road that led to the big exercise-ground of the regiment.
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