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Then they both turned towards the door through which they had gained admittance earlier in the evening. Mr. Hegner smoothed out his brow, and a mechanical smile came to his lips. He was glad the old Socialist had cleared out early. It is not too much to say that Manfred Hegner hated Fröhling. He wondered who would get the German barber's job.
Hegner, he does foresee more than most people, and wise he is." Mrs. Fröhling drew her hostess a little aside. "Don't mind him," she whispered. "He is so unhappy. And yet we should be thankful, for the gentlemen officers are getting up a little testimonial fund for poor Fröhling." "I suppose you've saved a good bit, too?" said Mrs. Hegner with curiosity. "Not much not much!
I wonder if you are aware that you will only be allowed to take away a very little money? You had better perhaps confide the rest of your savings to me. I will take care of them for you till the end of the War." "Very little money?" repeated Anna, in a horrified, bewildered tone. "What do you mean, Herr Hegner? I do not understand." "And yet it is clear enough," he said calmly.
For a while all had gone well for Manfred Hegner well for him and well for Anna. She had no longer the power to retaliate, for her mistress had fallen into the way of going into the Stores herself. Mrs. Otway enjoyed rubbing up her German with Mr. Hegner, and the really intelligent zeal with which he always treated her, and her comparatively small orders, was very pleasant.
But even so she was taken aback by the secret, fierce exultation which Manfred Hegner she could not yet bring herself to call him Alfred Head displayed, when he and she were left for three or four minutes alone by his wife, Polly.
And then one day which happened to be a day when Mrs. Otway and her daughter were away on a visit Manfred Hegner himself walked along into the Close, and so to the Trellis House, in order to make Anna a proposal.
"Yes, get your time. I'm tired keeping men who won't help themselves." Smith vanished, and his surly ugly face was only the reflection of the ugliness just then in his heart. "You, too, Hegner!" Jonathan turned blazing eyes on his foreman. "You've been drinking again, when you promised me " "You ain't more disgusted than me." Big Hegner, ashamed, looked down at his feet. "But I couldn't help it.
"Do you ever have occasion to go to the Post Office?" he said thoughtfully. And she answered, "Yes; I have a Savings Bank account. Do you advise me, Mr. Hegner, to take my money out of the Savings Bank just now? Will they not be taking all the money for the war?" "I think I should take it out. Have you much in?" As he spoke, he was filling up a foreign telegraph form, printing the words in.
Fortunately for you, and for all those who have not taken out their certificates, there is no organisation in this country. As for thoroughness, they do not know the meaning of the word." "I have sometimes wondered," observed Mr. Fröhling mildly, "why you, who dislike England so much, should have taken out your certificate, Mr. Hegner. In your place I should have gone back to America."
"Did you not put plainly on every card 'Entrance by Market Row, Polly?" "Yes," she said, a little frightened by his look. "It was most carefully put in every case, Manfred." The knocking had stopped now, as if the person outside expected the door to open. Husband and wife went forward. "Who can it be?" said Mrs. Hegner uneasily. And then her question was answered.
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