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Dryfoos," he said, "Lindau is past all that forever," and he felt the ghastly comedy of it when Dryfoos continued, without heeding him. "I got a particular reason why I want him to believe it wasn't his ideas I objected to them ideas of his about the government carryin' everything on and givin' work. Kind of a diary where he put down his thoughts.
But as to Lindau, the chief thing in his mind was a conception of the droll irony of a situation in which so fervid a hater of millionaires should be working, indirectly at least, for the prosperity of a man like Dryfoos, who, as March understood, had got his money together out of every gambler's chance in speculation, and all a schemer's thrift from the error and need of others.
Lindau's reasons, as March repeated them, affected Fulkerson as deliciously comical; but after that he confined his pleasantries at the office to Beaton and Conrad Dryfoos, or, as he said, he spent the rest of the summer in keeping Lindau smoothed up. It is doubtful if Lindau altogether liked this as well.
This town is just running over with half-starved linguists. What did you say?" "What did I say?" March echoed. "Look here, Fulkerson; you may regard this as a joke, but I don't. I'm not used to being spoken to as if I were the foreman of a shop, and told to discharge a sensitive and cultivated man like Lindau, as if he were a drunken mechanic; and if that's your idea of me "
And you say you're not sick, and so I don't see why we shouldn't come to business." "Pusiness?" Lindau lifted his eyebrows. "You gome on pusiness?" "And pleasure combined," said March, and he went on to explain the service he desired at Lindau's hands.
March hung his head; he knew it would be useless to protest that his share of the calamity was, by comparison, infinitesimally small. After she had heard Mrs. March to the end even of her repetitions, Miss Vance said, as if it were a mere matter of course that she should have looked the affair up, "Yes, I have seen Mr. Lindau at the hospital " "My husband goes every day to see him," Mrs.
He took Fulkerson's proffered hand, and they all stood talking a few moments together. Then Fulkerson said, with another look at his watch, "Well, March, we're keeping Mr. Lindau from his dinner." "Dinner!" cried the old man. "Idt's better than breadt and meadt to see Mr. Marge!" "I must be going, anyway," said March. "But I must see you again soon, Lindau. Where do you live? I want a long talk."
March saw Lindau listening with a mounting intensity, and heard him murmur in German, "Shameful! shameful!" Fulkerson went on: "Well, it wasn't long before they began to show their hand, but Mr. Dryfoos kept dark.
I wonder I ever forgot it. But it shows what a shaky thing the human mind is at its best." "You infamous mountebank!", said March, with great amusement at Fulkerson's access; "you call that congeries of advertising instinct of yours the human mind at its best? Come, don't be so diffident, Fulkerson. Well, I'm off to find Lindau, and when I come back I hope Mr. Dryfoos will have you under control.
On my arrival at the camp, the colonel had offered me the hospitality of his hut for the night, and we had agreed to set off at daybreak, to reach the spot indicated on the shore of Lake Constance, between the town of Bregenz and Lindau, at a distance of about three leagues. I was most astonished when, at about midnight, I heard the officers mounting their horses.
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