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Cheer up," cried Von Barwig hysterically, and he slapped Poons on the back to conceal his emotion. "Mazette! Do you smell something?" inquired Pinac, sniffing the air. "Something is burning!" Von Barwig started and hastily looked into the coffee pot. "Ach Gott, boys," he said, "it's the coffee!" and he laughed. "Is it boiling?" asked Pinac. "Boiling! No, it's burning!
She won't be long, will she?" said the child, somewhat tearfully. She had asked the question many times, and her father seemed unable to answer her. "I am trying to make her forget," said Anton savagely to Poons, in answer to his look of painful inquiry. "She must forget soon; I've been with her ever since you left me this morning."
Furthermore, so engrossed was Von Barwig in his own thoughts that he passed Schumann's monument without lifting his hat, and Bismarck's monument without shaking his fist; and these two things Von Barwig had done, day in and day out, ever since Poons had known him. Finally, when at the Thomas Kirche Poons ventured to ask, "Where are we going?"
As a gambler eagerly stakes his last bet, so Von Barwig hastened to finish dressing and go to her, to make his one last appeal. As he brushed his coat hurriedly, there came a knock at the door. "Come in," said Von Barwig rather impatiently, thinking that it was Poons. He did not feel in the mood just at that moment for casual conversation.
"I take Mr. Poons for a fool!" said Miss Husted with some asperity, "and I am not far wrong." "On the contrary," assented Von Barwig, "to some extent you are right, quite right! But he is young, and he is in love. To you, perhaps; love is foolishness; but love is all there is in life." There was quite a pause. Miss Husted toyed with the letter she had not yet given to the professor.
A woman's love for a man, yes, it can go here, there, anywhere; but the mother instinct, how can that change?" "Doesn't she love her little girl any more?" asked Poons in simple astonishment. "She loves him," said Anton. "Can there be room for the mother love with such love as he inspires?" He looked at the letter in his hand and passed it to Poons.
Poons took his friend's arm and pushed him out of the road on to the pavement just in time to save him from being grazed by a cab which rapidly whisked by them. Then he stopped and laid his hand on Von Barwig's shoulder. "What's the matter, Anton?" he said soothingly. "Can't you tell me? In God's name, what has happened?" Anton looked at Poons.
Now Jenny had no idea that she liked young Poons. She was interested in him because she was sorry for him, and she was sorry for him because her aunt was always speaking against him. So Miss Husted brought about the very condition she most dreaded, for her niece began to like the young man from the moment her aunt forbade her to speak to him.
"You mean he have get up," suggested Pinac. "Got up!" corrected Jenny. "Yes," replied Fico. "He is got up and out." Poons, who had not quite followed the intricacies of the conversation, went into Von Barwig's room and satisfied himself that his beloved friend was not there. The three men stared at each other. They said nothing, but the expression on their faces denoted anxiety.
She pondered over it and thought it out until it became too big for one person to hold. Then, under the ban of secrecy, she confided it to another, and another, and another, until it became everybody's secret. She went through this process in regard to her aversion to young Poons, whom she suspected in one way or another of being a burden to "the dear professor."
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