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He stroked his moustache. "I daresay this Major has gone back to his old regiment, for the English have mobilised their army such as it is. But that does not mean that they are sending troops to the Continent." "But I even know where the Major is going to land in France." Mr. Hegner drew in his breath. "Ach!" he said. "That is really interesting! Do you indeed? And what is the name of the place?"
If nothing else had proved it, his rather absurd nickname was clear proof that so he was even now regarded in Witanbury. "And how about your son, Mr. Hegner?" she asked. "I suppose he is in Germany now? You must feel rather anxious about him." He hesitated oddly, and looked round him before he spoke.
It has occurred to me that, owing to this war made by the great rulers, the people in Russia, as well as in my beloved Fatherland, may arise and cut their bonds." A light came into the speaker's eyes, and Manfred Hegner looked at him in mingled pity and contempt. It was not his intention, however, to waste much time this evening listening to a foolish old man.
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.
I expect the feeling is just as strong in France and Germany as it is here." She shook hands warmly with Mr. and Mrs. Hegner, then she turned and tripped out into the dimly lighted and solitary Market Square. They watched her cross the road and take her lover's arm. "Fool!" said Mr. Hegner harshly. "Pretty, silly fool!" He mimicked what he thought to be her mincing accents.
Hegner went to and fro among both sets, pressing hospitably on all her guests the coffee, the creamy milk, and the many cakes, to say nothing of the large sandwiches she had been ordered to make that afternoon.
For another thing she did not like Mrs. Hegner, the pretty English girl Manfred Hegner had married five years before; she thought her a very frivolous, silly little woman, not at all what the wife of a big commercial man should be.
And then Hegner's brow cleared as if by enchantment, for the first of their visitors were coming through from the back of the shop. It was the manager of a big boot factory and his wife. They were both German-born, and the man had obtained his present excellent position owing to the good offices of Mr. Hegner. Taking his friend's wise advice, he had become naturalised a year ago.
"It looks to me as if I shall have to add a new line of officers' kit to the Stores," said Mr. Hegner thoughtfully. "And any information you give me about officers just now might be very useful in my business. I know, Frau Bauer, that you were annoyed, disappointed about that little matter of the commission being halved." "Oh no," murmured Anna, rather confusedly.
Strange to say, not one of the Germans present really liked or trusted their host, and that was odd, for Manfred Hegner, apart from certain outstanding exceptions, had managed to make himself quite popular among the English inhabitants of Witanbury. The men and the women had instinctively parted into two companies, but Mrs.
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