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For a brief period he was the victim of the most appalling pessimism, but after a time his faith returned and he joined with Proudhon in issuing a radical revolutionary paper, L'Ami du Peuple, of which, Kropotkin tells us in his admirable study of Russian literature, "almost every number was confiscated by the police of Napoleon the Third."
But a few low grunts and an enormous yawn are heard. Somebody even ejaculates: "Ah! Coquin de sort!" and sighs wearily at his hard fate. He greets me by a low, hearty "He, l'ami. Comment va?" With his clipped mustache and massive open face, energetic and at the same time placid in expression, he is a fine specimen of the southerner of the calm type.
Indeed, even as his wife spoke L'Ami Fritz made a note in the little book he held in his hand. When in the Baccarat Room he was absolutely absorbed in the play going on. Nothing could really distract him from it. Sylvia felt and looked relieved. "Oh, Bill," she exclaimed, "let me introduce you to Madame Wachner? She has been very kind to me since I came to Lacville."
Nothing can stand against her. She sweeps the money up every time. If Fritz likes, he can go downstairs to the lower room and play." But before doing so L'Ami Fritz lingered awhile, watching Madame Wolsky's wonderful run of luck with an expression of painful envy and greed on his wolfish countenance. Sylvia went round to a point where she could watch Anna's face.
As for my affections, battered and exhausted as they ought to have been in many literary passions, they never went out with fresher enjoyment than they did to the charming story of 'L'Ami Fritz, which, when I merely name it, breathes the spring sun and air about me, and fills my senses with the beauty and sweetness of cherry blossoms.
Only once only when he had grinned at her so strangely and deplored her refusal of the drugged coffee, had she felt the sick, agonising fear of him that she had felt of Madame Wachner. Laying the hat and bag on the table, L'Ami Fritz began sweeping the floor with long skilful movements.
I told that fool Frenchwoman to get in something really nice, and she disobeyed me! I was 'ungry, too, for I 'ad no déjeuner to-day, and that makes one 'ollow, does it not? But now L'Ami Fritz is going to make us some good coffee! After we 'ave 'ad it you shall go away if so is your wish, but my 'usband will certainly accompany you "
And then she, Sylvia, was tired and low-spirited to-night no doubt she had imagined the change in their manner, which had so surprised and hurt her. Madame Wachner was quite her old self again; just now she was engaged in heaping all the cherries which were in the dessert dish on her guest's plate, in spite of Sylvia's eager protest. L'Ami Fritz got up and left the room.
Just leave it at the Villa du Lac. You will come for us you will come, that is, for me" Monsieur Wachner raised his voice "to-morrow morning at half-past six. I desire to catch the 7.10 train to Paris." There was a jingle of silver, and then Sylvia caught the man's answering, "Merci, c'est entendu, M'sieur." But L'Ami Fritz did not come back at once to the dining-room.
There had leapt on her the knowledge that this man and woman meant to kill her to kill her for the sake of the pearls which were still bounding about the floor, and for the comparatively small sum of money which she carried slung in the leather bag below her waist. L'Ami Fritz now stood staring at her.
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