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If they were trying to love the world, they could not be preparing to demolish it and expecting to." Though Anderson had lived so long among the Teutons, he had not become Teutonized. He was a marked exception. He viewed the nation with a metallic aplomb that at times sent shivers down Kirtley's spine.
Friedrich, of about Kirtley's age but adequately equipped and ambitious, was aspiring to some one of the dignified thrones in the musical kingdom of Germany. Gard was only just hatching out as a man. He was essentially but a lad grown up. Von Tielitz showed already a wholly developed maturity. German instruction again versus American education!
And like the hundred maids that a youth is smitten with, she would gradually blend into the dim gallery of such pleasant visions of Kirtley's susceptible spring-time visions which, in all men, fade sweetly into their manhood. In this manner the cloud of Gard's awkward discomfort in speaking out or acting out his answer to Frau's virile project, had melted away before these lighted-up faces.
The Royal Court Ball opened the fashionable season every winter in Dresden as proper in an orthodox monarchy. It was Kirtley's one opportunity to view German royalty, in its intimacy of pumps and low necks, at a ceremonious function in a whirl of music and the dance. Naturally he wanted to be present with Elsa who was, of course, competent in the art of Terpsichore.
Anderson's suspicions of the young German glanced through Kirtley's mind. But Rudi was a thick-headed boy, and what could he or anyone accomplish with a passport? Gard had scarcely been called upon to use it. It had been treated almost as a blank formality, an empty courtesy. "You don't have to show it in German towns only at the frontier?
On Kirtley's leaving that day, Von Tielitz and Messer showed themselves generously ready to share their amorous acquaintanceship. They insisted on his going with them sometime to the smallest, quaintest inn in Dresden where they were at present cultivating friendly relations with "Fritzi." In short petticoats she served the best hot sausages in Saxony.
They could not credit the surprising things they had heard concerning the United States. All was so odd there. The smaller German, with the broad face, having lost no time in being full of compliments about Kirtley's accent, went on: "You Americans learn our language better than we do yours. I could never get the th in my school. You seem to do everything so differently in America, too.
But why had the spy traveled in such a stiff and mysterious fashion? Likely to locate the passport find out whether it was then being carried in the grip or on Kirtley's person. In some way probably from the manner in which the grip had been handled the sleuth had convinced himself it was kept in a pocket.
In their leisurely itineraries they at last met in front of a small bronze copy of a Roman horse marked with italics in Gard's guide book. The other looked, too, as if he wanted to speak, and his cheerful countenance invited Kirtley's readiness to visit with someone. The stranger was in appearance a prosperous man of about thirty-five, blond, with a very small curling mustache under a small nose.
Then a certain contentment would possess him as he pictured her mother forced to stay home with blighted hankerings. What a ridiculous appearance he would have presented towing her around here in a waltz before all these florid and grandiose figures of state! Kirtley's disposition was somewhat slow-going, sure-footed.
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