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It was evident that Von Barwig had made some impression on her, but she would not admit it. "I had built such hopes on Jenny," she said, shaking her head sadly. "Can you tell how Poons will turn out?" inquired Von Barwig, feeling that he was gaining ground. Miss Husted elevated her nose slightly, and handed the professor his letter.
Poons even dared to kiss her, and although she slapped his face, she joined in the Latin-Franco-Teutonic mêlée of joy as though she herself had been one of them. In fact, she was one of them! Even then their happiness did not come to an end, for they ordered a good dinner for themselves at Galazatti's.
"It is a day of rejoicing, so let us rejoice!" said Von Barwig, as he emerged from his little room with a violin bow and some music in his hand. He then took a ring off his finger. "Poons, here! This ring was given me by your father twenty-five years ago. Wear it for my sake! For you, Pinac, my Mendelssohn Concerto. See, here is Mendelssohn's own signature! Fico, here is my Tuart bow.
He saw more of Poons than he did of the others, for that young man had no regular engagement, but played now and then as substitute in one of the downtown theatre orchestras, so he just about managed to eke out an existence on a cash basis, and the three older men were as proud of this fact as if he were their own son.
"If you are laughing, please cry; and if you are crying, for heaven's sake laugh." Poons nodded. "I am very happy," he said tearfully, "so happy." "Then you don't know how to show it," commented Von Barwig; whereupon they all laughed at him until he laughed too, in spite of himself. They joked all through the breakfast.
In after years, Von Barwig always remembered the sinking sensation he felt when this fact came home to him in full force. "Well, one thing," said Anton, as he swallowed something that came in his throat and threatened to choke him, "one thing, she was kind to the little one; the was a kind mother, eh?" "Kind? kind?" began Poons fiercely. "Is it kind to " Von Barwig silenced him with a look.
He opened the lesson book and read in English, with a strong German accent, "Heff you die hett of die poy found?" Then he looked at her ardently, as if he had just uttered the most delicate sentiment. Jenny smiled, and read what she considered to be an appropriate answer. "Nein, ich hab die slissell meine Grossmutter " She looked at him for approval, "Schlüssel," corrected Poons.
Jenny looked at him shyly, and held out her hand. "Go on, love, you loon!" said Von Barwig to Poons in German, "you have caught your fish. Don't dangle it too long on the hook!" Poons acted on the suggestion, and took Jenny in his arms and kissed her. The old man looked on approvingly; his eyes were moist with tears, but his thoughts were far away from the lovers.
Look how the stupid, stupid fellow is holding Skippy! All the blood will rush into his poor little head. The dog, the dog; you foolish fellow; the d-o-g, dog! I can't make him understand. Please tell him, Mr. Pinac." "Hund hund!" shouted Fico to Poons. "Le chien Le chien! Idiot, stupid!" said Pinac.
Fico laid the cloth while Poons set the knives and forks. "And here's a 'arf bottle of wine," said Pinac. "The same wine as yesterday?" asked Von Barwig. "The very same wine," replied Pinac, handing him the bottle. The old man pulled out the cork and smelled the contents of the bottle. "It was wine; it is vinegar," he remarked tersely as he handed Pinac back the bottle. "I prefer coffee!"
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