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He laughed and nodded, and having nothing in particular to do, lay down in the latter's place on the sofa. Krafft shook his hair back, and began the prelude to the opera in a rapt, ecstatic way, finding in the music an outlet for all his nervousness. At first, he played from memory; when this gave out, he set the piano-score up before him, then forgot it again, and went on playing by heart.
Without difficulty, Maurice found himself to rights in his role of mentor, and began to flatter himself that he would ultimately make of Krafft a decent member of society.
A well-developed biceps and a cruel mouth that's what they want, and that's all!" she wound up with a flourish, in an extreme bad temper. She sat, one dull November afternoon, at her piano, and continued to run her fingers over the keys. Maurice leant on the lid, and listened to her. But they had barely exchanged a word, when there was a light tap at the door, and Krafft entered.
Maurice hardly recognised him: he was gentle, amiable, and amenable to reason; he subordinated himself entirely to Maurice, and laid an ever-increasing weight on his opinion. Maurice became able to wind him round his finger; and the hint of a reproof from him served to throw Krafft into a state of nervous depression.
She was absent for a few minutes, and when she reappeared, carried what was unmistakably a bundle of soiled linen, going away with this on one arm, the volumes of music she had picked out on the other. She did not wish the young men good-night, but, in passing Maurice, she said in an unfriendly tone: "Do you know what time it is?" and to Krafft: "It is late, Heiriz, you are not to play."
His Excellency Baron de Hammer Langbach, a little neat old man with whiskers, mustaches, and a shaven chin, looked at Jean-Christophe over his golden spectacles without stopping writing, nor did he give any response to the boy's awkward bow. "So," he said, after a moment, "you are asking, Herr Krafft ...?" "Your Excellency," said Jean-Christophe hurriedly, "I ask your pardon.
"It is a profound and sincere pleasure to meet you in person," he said. "And your friend Ulv as well." "Would you kindly explain what is going on?" Brion said thickly. He was obsessed by the strange feeling that none of this could possibly be happening. "We will always remember you as the man who saved us from ourselves," Krafft said, once again the professor instead of the commander.
"Good Lord, man!" cried Keith, looking about the little room. "You're not in want?" Krafft laughed gently. "In your sense, no. I have my meals. Enough of me. Go, and think of what I say." Keith did so, and the result was the first organized charity in San Francisco. Since 1849 men had always been exceptionally generous in responding to appeals for money.
From a shelf he took a new clay pipe which he handed to Keith. "Tobacco is in that jar," he said. He himself filled and lighted a big porcelain pipe with wexelwood stem. "What would you do about it?" asked Keith, continuing the discussion. "What would you most want, if you were those poor men?" retorted Krafft, blowing a huge cloud. Keith laughed.
Until the question whether Louise would return or not was decided, he could settle to nothing; and Krafft's ramblings took him out of himself. Since the ball, his other friends had given him the cold shoulder; hence it did not matter whether or no they approved of his renewed intimacy with Krafft he said "they," but it was Madeleine who was present to his mind.
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