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In this light Lindau seemed the harder of the two, and March had the momentary force to say "Mr. Dryfoos it can't be. Lindau I have just come from him is dead." "How did he take it? How could he bear it? Oh, Basil! I wonder you could have the heart to say it to him. It was cruel!" "Yes, cruel enough, my dear," March owned to his wife, when they talked the matter over on his return home.
"It's business," he assented. "Business is business; but I don't say it isn't disgusting. Lindau had a low opinion of it." "I think that with all his faults Mr. Dryfoos is a better man than Lindau," she proclaimed. "Well, he's certainly able to offer us a better thing in 'Every Other Week," said March.
I could take my meals at Fulkerson's widow's; or at Maroni's, with poor old Lindau: he's got to dining there again. Or, I could keep house, and he could dine with me here." There was a teasing look in March's eyes, and he broke into a laugh, at the firmness with which his wife said: "I think if there is to be any housekeeping, I will stay, too; and help to look after it.
He laid down on the mass the pile of foreign magazines he had brought under his arm. "They gave me another address first." "Yes. I have chust gome here," said Lindau. "Idt is not very coy, Neigh?" "It might be gayer," March admitted, with a smile. "Still," he added, soberly, "a good many people seem to live in this part of the town. Apparently they die here, too, Lindau.
"Well, neither do I; but I know you were ready to kick the trough over for them when the old man wanted us to bounce Lindau that time." "Oh yes," said March; he remembered the fact; but he was still uncertain just what the convictions were that he had been so stanch for. "I suppose we could have got along without you," Fulkerson mused aloud.
He proposed the theatre as a distraction from the anxieties that he knew were pressing equally on his wife. "We might go to the 'Old Homestead," he suggested, with a sad irony, which only his wife felt. "Oh yes, let's!" cried Bella. While they were getting ready, some one rang, and Bella went to the door, and then came to tell her father that it was Mr. Lindau.
As I have already said, I had found M. de Charnal altogether incompetent, Roger had permanently disappeared from my sight, and Gasperini showed no real desire for the work. At last a certain Herr Lindau came to see me, who protested that with the aid of young Edmond Roche he could produce a faithful translation of Tannhauser.
They were in Lindau. One steamer could convey them to Switzerland, another to Constance, but they preferred the tranquil German city of the famous Ecumenical Council, establishing themselves in the Island Hotel, an ancient Dominican Monastery. Febrer was stirred as he contemplated this epoch, the happiest of his existence!
He said that if life appeared so hopeless to him as it must to the dwellers in that neighborhood he should not himself be willing to quit its distractions, its alleviations, for the vague promise of unknown good in the distance somewhere. But what charm could such a man as Lindau find in such a place?
"It's one of what Lindau calls his 'brincibles' to say what he thinks." The Marches had no longer the gross appetite for novelty which urges youth to a surfeit of strange scenes, experiences, ideas; and makes travel, with all its annoyances and fatigues, an inexhaustible delight.
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