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Liakos turned once more, and his eyes followed one of the two girls. The professor had listened with some uneasiness. While touched by the judge's emotion, he was at the same time perhaps a little jealous of its cause; he was surprised that his friend had never spoken of this love, and vexed with himself that he had not divined it.
He was alarmed and was trying to slip away unseen, when Mr. Mitrophanis interrupted the discussion and called out to him from the depths of the warehouse: "What do you wish, Mr. Liakos?" "I came to say a few words; but I see you're engaged, and will come again some other time." "Pass into my office, and I will be with you in a moment."
"Well, is it 'yes' or 'no'?" he cried, as soon as he was near enough to be heard. "Do let me get my breath first." From the expression of the poor man's face Mr. Liakos feared that "no" would be more welcome than "yes." "Can he have repented?" thought the judge; then, taking Mr. Plateas affectionately by the arm, he turned back to prolong the walk, and tried to soothe his friend's amour propre.
Why did you start so late?" "Yes, I am late; I expected to meet you farther on." And Mr. Liakos added with a show of indifference, "Are there many people out to-day?" "Very few. You know our Syrans; they're content to saunter up and down their crowded square; it is only people of taste who enjoy themselves "And who were these men of taste to-day?" asked the judge, with a smile.
He could not stay indoors waiting for his friend any longer; but in order to be near at hand, he resolved to take his old walk and go no farther than the Vaporia. So he called Florou and told her that he would not be gone long, but that if Mr. Liakos should come, she must send him to the Vaporia.
He sat down, then jumped up again and looked out of the window, no Liakos! He tried to read, but could not keep his thoughts from straying, and shut the book petulantly. He was in a perfect fever. Meanwhile the time came for his daily constitutional, and Mr. Plateas was on thorns.
He had dreamt that his bed was the sea, while his pillow was a shark, and his head was in the jaws of the monster. Then the shark began to wear the face and shape of the merchant's elder daughter, and a voice the voice of Liakos sounded in his ear, repeating over and over: "Ding, Dong! Ungrateful wretch! Ding, Dong! Ungrateful wretch!"
Liakos broke into a merry laugh; he was in such high good- humor that he found fun in everything. His companion did not laugh, but repeated: "What is her name?" The judge was about to reply when he heard some one coming toward them call out in the darkness: "Liakos, is that you?" It was his cousin's husband, who brought word that he was not to be present at the interview.
At first his mind dwelt upon the advantages of bachelorhood; then he thought of Mr. Liakos, and felt a sincere pity for his friend. "Poor fellow!" he said to himself. "He has been hit by Cupid's arrow, and is no longer his own master. He thinks he's on the right road to happiness; I hope he may find it, and never discover his mistake!
Plateas remembered, first that his dinner was waiting for him at home, and next that his friend was in the habit of dining at a certain restaurant behind the square; and wending his way there, he met the judge at the door. "Oh, my dear friend!" he exclaimed. "My dear friend!" "What's the matter? What has happened to you?" asked Mr. Liakos, anxiously. "What has happened to me?
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