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When at length, Frau Schulz entered, in her bed-jacket, to say that it was long past ten o'clock, Krafft wakened as if out of a trance, and hid his eyes from the light. Frau Schulz, a robust person, disregarded his protests, and herself locked the piano and took the key. "She makes me promise to," she whispered to Maurice, pointing over her shoulder at an imaginary person.
I tell you candidly, I don't!" and he went on to make it clear to her that the fault would not be his, were Krafft and he ever in the same room together again. "The kind of man one wants to kick downstairs. What the deuce did he mean by guffawing like that when you told him who was coming?" "You mean about Louise?" Madeleine gave a slight shrug.
"It's the first the only thing, I have asked of you." "Nonsense. You have asked dozens." Krafft took a few steps towards him, and threw the key on the floor at his feet. Wotan, who was at the door, mewing to be let out, sprang back, in affright. "Go, go, go!" Krafft cried. "I never want to see you again."
He thought it a great joke to be driving through the woods at the expense of good old Krafft. That, clearly, was what was in the minds of the trio: they regarded it as a jolly excursion which cost them nothing. Not one of them attached the least importance to the duel. But, on the other hand, they were just as calmly prepared for anything that might come of it.
"Oh, Sansome is merely a tool, I don't doubt," replied Mrs. Sherwood. "I can find out to-morrow from Mex Ryan who sent the note," said Krafft. "Let's get out of this horrible place!" cried Nan with a convulsive shiver. Again they had great difficulty in finding any one to get their rigs, but finally repeated calls brought the hostler and Jake himself.
She stood aghast at the disclosures the story made, and at all these implied. Until now, Maurice had at least striven to preserve appearances. If once you became callous enough not to care what people said of you, you wilfully made of yourself a social outcast. That same afternoon, as she was mounting the steps of the Conservatorium, she came face to face with Krafft.
It was snowing hard that night, a moist, soft snow that melted as it touched the ground, and Krafft borrowed her umbrella. As usual, however, he returned before he could have got half-way down the stairs, to say that he had changed his mind and would not take it. "But you'll get wet through." "I don't want your umbrella, I tell you. Or have you two?" "No; but I'm not going out.
"Certainly. If you are sure you won't regret it in the morning." Krafft stretched out his hand. As Maurice held in his the fine, slim fingers, which seemed mere skin and muscle, a hitherto unknown feeling of kindliness came over him for the young man at his side.
He finally decided on at least a minimum of an hour before he should try to disturb her. That would be noon twelve hours before destruction. One thing he should do was to get in touch with Professor-Commander Krafft. Maybe it was being defeatist, but he had to make sure that they had a way off this planet if the mission failed.
The green-room was deserted; the gas-jet had been screwed down to a peep. None of his friends had come to say a word to him. He had really hardly expected it; but, all the same, a hope had lurked in him that Krafft would perhaps afterwards make some sign even Madeleine.
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