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Updated: May 19, 2025
On this Schrader suddenly tore open his uniform and offered him nourishment from his hairy breast, and the boy sank weeping into his arms. At last the comedy grew wearisome. The avantageur was sent off to bed, and Frommelt had to play a cancan, to which Gropphusen and Landsberg danced.
He had not quitted his seat the whole evening, and still went on persistently drinking with the assistant-surgeon, an exceedingly stout man, with a face scarred by students' fights. The scars were glowing now as if they would burst. The subalterns could feel quite at their ease, for Schrader and Gropphusen were no spoil-sports.
He would dearly have liked to knock down that reptile Landsberg. But that would only have caused a scandal, which, for the dear woman's sake, must not be. He avoided her somewhat. No one should speak ill of her on his account. He absented himself from the tennis-ground, and when he appeared there did not play exclusively with her. Hannah Gropphusen felt crushed. She did not understand him.
Madelung, fresh from the Far East, paced up and down with short nervous steps between him and the disputing officers. In passing, he glanced at the two fighting-cocks with a kind of scornful pity, and at the silent toper with contempt. Major Schrader and Captain von Gropphusen were whispering and chuckling together in a window nook.
Upon the scantily growing grass of the plain Hannah Gropphusen gave the mare her head, and the animal bore her at a light even gallop to the far end of the ground. From thence ran a narrow cart-track, by which their sluggish teams drew the loaded harvest-waggons down to the high road. The track led straight on to the edge of the plain, the chalky surface being there broken up by deep quarries.
"But if a dung-cart were driven right under my nose, I should have to give it a shove." He resumed his perambulations of the room, and lapsed for a while into silence. "Anyhow," he began again, smiling contentedly, "Frau Gropphusen may come to Kläre for consolation if she likes to have her. I am sure my wife is proof against the hysterical bacillus. Eh?"
Then he said: "Perhaps. But other things contributed; above all, boredom. And I wanted a decision as to whether I was to live or not. I could not remain an invalid for ever." "But still your chief, your final motive was the love of justice, wasn't it?" "Well, yes." Hannah Gropphusen sank back again languidly.
"Well, to put it delicately, Schrader has got a flirtation on with Frau von Gropphusen a very intimate flirtation!" "Indeed!" Reimer responded indifferently. Here was a fine piece of gossip, and strange to say, in this, too, things were as before; it was not the first time that Major Schrader and Frau von Gropphusen had afforded material for conversation.
There was a certain amount of exaggeration about this, perhaps. In any case he troubled himself no longer about his young wife. Hannah Gropphusen indemnified herself in her own way by coquetry and flirtations, and she was soon gossipped about as much as her husband.
Hannah von Gropphusen had seated herself upon a chair, carelessly crossing her legs so that the grey silk stockings were visible from ankle to knee. Presently she became conscious of Landsberg's regard; she moved disdainfully, and slowly rearranged her skirt. Reimers felt furious. He longed to kick the offending youth. He sprang to his feet.
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