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I do not ask even that you explain yourself." "You mean that at any rate you cannot trust me entirely?" Herr Freudenberg replied. "Well, if you had, I should have been disappointed in you. Still, I have said things that were in my heart to say to you. We send now for Mademoiselle Ixe. Before very long we talk together again." Herr Freudenberg touched the bell. A waiter appeared almost immediately.
"Find mademoiselle," he ordered. "Tell her that we wait impatiently." Mademoiselle was not far away. Herr Freudenberg passed his arm through hers. "We return, I think," he said. "This little room has served its purpose." Julien on the landing tried to make his adieux, but his host only laughed at him. Mademoiselle Ixe held out her hand and led him into the room by her side.
His little company of new friends were listening to him with marked attention; Julien alone seemed conscious that they were listening to a man who was speaking against his own convictions. "Monsieur! Monsieur Julien!" It was the voice of Mademoiselle Ixe. She was leaning slightly forward in her place. Julien turned quickly around and she motioned him to a seat by her side.
The table of Herr Freudenberg was smothered with roses. There was a shade more color in the cheeks of Mademoiselle Ixe, in her eyes a light as soft as any which the eyes of a woman who loved could know. Herr Freudenberg, unruffled, had still the air of a man who finds life pleasant. As the two men came up the room, he rose and held out both his hands.
I see that our party is to be increased. Here are some new friends who arrive." Mademoiselle Ixe had succeeded. She returned now to her place, followed by the girl with the chestnut-colored hair and her companion. At close quarters the latter, at any rate, was scarcely prepossessing.
But first," he added, turning to Mademoiselle Ixe, "mademoiselle permits me to introduce a very dear and cherished acquaintance to an equally dear and cherished friend. This gentleman, dear Marguerite, and I make toys in different countries, and there was a time when it was necessary for us to consult together. So he came to Berlin and I have never forgotten his visit.
"What brings Herr Freudenberg to Paris?" he inquired once more. Estermen was suddenly reticent. "He has affairs here," he said. "He is also like us others a man who loves his pleasure. You will find him tonight with a most charming companion Mademoiselle Ixe of the Opera. Before the coming of Herr Freudenberg, I remember her well the companion at times of many.
The selection which they were playing suddenly ceased. Monsieur le chef alone played some Italian air, which no one wholly recognized but every one found familiar. Slowly he walked around the tables, playing still, always with his eyes upon Mademoiselle Ixe, and when at last he stood before her, she threw her head back and sang.
A corpulent maitre d'hotel bowed as they appeared. "Herr Freudenberg," Estermen began. The waiter's bow by this time was a different affair. "Monsieur will follow me," he invited. At the corner table at the far end of the room the most desired of any sat Herr Freudenberg with Mademoiselle Ixe by his side. They met the flower girl coming away with empty arms.
"This is not a night for memories. I have lived with the ghosts of them long enough." Their party became larger. The little dancing girl came to drink wine with them and remained to listen to Herr Freudenberg. A friend of Mademoiselle Ixe a tall, fair girl in a blue satin gown detached herself from her friends and joined them.
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