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With these words, Maryan went to the anteroom and put on his overcoat; meanwhile, the baron said: "That cannot have come from Meissen, nor be of the year 1709. That is much more recent. It comes from the Ilmenau factory " "How so? Say rather that it comes from Prankenthal?" The baron, looking around from behind his cane, remarked: "It is too smooth and shining for such an old date."
Miss Mary sat down to play chess with Maryan; Cara took her place near them in the character of observer, and Irene unrolled in the lamp-light a piece of church stuff, very old and time-worn, which the baron had brought her as a rarity, and which she intended to repair by embroidering it with silk and gold thread.
Sitting at the organ he threw these words over his arm: "We expect Maryan at lunch." "But she?" inquired Kranitski from the depth of the long and high arms of the cathedra. "She will finish her toilet and go." Then he played the Bach fugue. He played, and Kranitski, sank in the chair, listened and grew sadder and sadder.
Suddenly he stopped part way on the stairs, and asked with a half jeering, half pitying look at his companion: "If he should find out?" Kranitski turned his face away. "My Maryan with you of that " "Painted pots!" laughed Maryan. "Do you take me for my great-grandfather? Well, has he found it out?" With red spots on his cheeks and forehead Kranitski blinked affirmatively.
It was Cara; she had left the door of her mother's room with drooping head, with a great frown on her forehead, and no thought for the little dog, tugging at her skirt as usual. Half an hour before, when Maryan and Miss Mary had risen from chess, she rose, too, pushed her hand under her brother's arm and said: "I have something to say to you."
And as if fearing to exhaust that patience for which she was begging, the woman began hurriedly, and therefore without order, to say: "A common misfortune has struck us thou hast been, Aloysius, so kind, so immensely loving to our poor Cara when I go from here with, thou wilt be so much alone Maryan has some project of travel so perhaps if it were possible if thou couldst forget the past I do not know even forgive if thou shouldst wish, I and Irene would remain "
All this she placed on a table before the sofa, and left the little drawing-room with gloomy eye, but firm foot. Kranitski sprang up from the sofa. "My dearest friends, I beg you take a glass of liqueur, that which thou lovest, baron Maryan, a little of the pate de foie gras " But they touched their watches simultaneously. "No, no!" began the baron, refusing, "we have only three minutes left."
Then he thought a while, and said: "Do you know what, little one, you must show yourself in society." Here Maryan muttered in an undertone: "He needs a new column in his temple." Irene smiled.
She raised to him a glance which showed that she was tortured to her inmost soul by fear, but at the same moment Maryan gave her his arm, and said: "To be original, to edify the Arcadians, and to give myself pleasure, I shall be to-day a virtuous son, conducting his own beautiful mamma downstairs!"
When he goes it will be better for all. Better for him and for them. That unhappy woman will be free, and may become happy. Maryan will return from the end of the earth to receive his inheritance, if for no other reason. Irene will reappear in society. Irene, what a strange character! so deeply tender, and so insolent. How savagely she hurled at him the word "vileness!" But she was right.
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