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Updated: May 29, 2025
This letter despatched to the post, the subject dropped at once out of Vendale's mind. He had other and far more interesting matters to think of. Later in the day he paid the visit to Obenreizer which had been agreed on between them. Certain evenings in the week were set apart which he was privileged to spend with Marguerite always, however, in the presence of a third person.
Now, you see, when Obenreizer speaks in other words, when he is allowed to explain himself away he comes out right enough; but when he has not the opportunity of explaining himself away, he comes out rather wrong. Therefore it is, that I say he does not keep silence well.
He only said in an earnest manner, "I most heartily agree with you, Miss Obenreizer, and I have already said so, as Mr. Obenreizer will bear witness," which he by no means did, "in this house." Now, Vendale's eyes were quick eyes, and sharply watching Madame Dor by times, noted something in the broad back view of that lady. There was considerable pantomimic expression in her glove-cleaning.
I will make her submit herself to it. For," said Obenreizer, changing his angry tone to one of grateful submission, "I owe it to you, sir; to you, who have so confidingly taken an injured man under your protection, and into your employment." "Make your mind easy," said Maitre Voigt. "No more of this now, and no thanks!
It was only when she turned aside from him to the glass, and, taking out the brooch that she wore, put his New Year's gift in its place, that Vendale's attention wandered far enough away from her to discover the presence of other persons in the room. He now became conscious that the hands of Obenreizer were affectionately in possession of his elbows.
You seem to be shivering I hope you are not going to be ill?" "Not I!" said Obenreizer. "Perhaps I have caught cold. Your English climate might have spared an admirer of your English institutions. Let me look at the receipt." Vendale opened the iron chamber. Obenreizer took a chair, and drew it close to the fire. He held both hands over the flames.
Vendale's awakened thoughts ran high while his eyes musingly followed Obenreizer pacing up and down the room, the river ever running to the tune: "Where shall I rob him, if I can? Where shall I murder him, if I must?"
The figure of a man then entered, with its face turned towards the bed, and stood quiet just within the door. Until it said, in a low half-whisper, at the same time taking one stop forward: "Vendale!" "What now?" he answered, springing from his seat; "who is it?" It was Obenreizer, and he uttered a cry of surprise as Vendale came upon him from that unexpected direction.
Bintrey, who replies to your summons to her to submit herself to my authority, that she will not do so." " And who afterwards writes," said the notary, moving his large snuff- box to look among the papers underneath it for the letter, "that he is coming to confer with me." "Indeed?" replied Obenreizer, rather checked. "Well, sir. Have I no legal rights?"
He sprang, with the activity of a young man, to the door of the inner room, entered it, remained inside for a minute, and returned followed by Marguerite and Vendale. "Now, Mr. Obenreizer," said Bintrey, "the last move in the game is yours. Play it." "Before I resign my position as that young lady's guardian," said Obenreizer, "I have a secret to reveal in which she is interested.
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