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We know, we know." He laughed tonelessly, and winked at Krafft. Krafft quoted: In der Woche zwier "Now, you fellows, shut up!" said Schilsky. It was plain that banter of this kind was not disagreeable to him; at the same time he was just at the moment too engrossed, to have more than half an car for what was said.
In their presence Dove had said little; now he gave rein to his feelings: his honest face glowed with enthusiasm, the names of renowned players ran off his lips like beads off a string, and, in predicting Schilsky a career still more brilliant, his voice grew husky with emotion.
At first, he was certain, Johanna did not grasp the meaning of what he said; she turned a blank face curiously to him. But, a moment later, she gave a low cry, and hardly able to form the words for excitement, asked: "Who ... what ... what kind of a man was he this ... Schilsky?" "Rotten," said Maurice; and she did not press him further.
At her side was a pianist with whom Schilsky had given a concert earlier in the week a shabbily dressed young man, with a world of enthusiasm in his candid blue eyes. He, too, was talking with animation. But Louise had no attention for anyone but her husband. "Well, not my taste ... I must confess," laughed the man who had been severe on suicide.
What do you mean?" he asked, and was so struck by her peculiar manner that he set his cup down untouched. "Why Schilsky, of course." She thought his astonishment was disbelief, and nodded confirmingly. "Yes, yes, he is going away. And soon, too." "How do you know?" cried Maurice. Sitting back in his chair, he stemmed his hands against the edge of the table, and looked challengingly at Frau Furst.
Maurice took up the thread of his narrative again, telling how Ephie had waited vainly for news since returning from Switzerland, and how she had only learnt that afternoon that Schilsky had been in Leipzig, and had gone away again, without seeing her, or letting her know that he did not intend to return. "And how did she hear it?" "At a friend's house." "What friend?"
"There is plenty of time. Schilsky has not come yet, and I have only this moment sent Adolfchen for the beer." Maurice asked her if she were not coming in to hear the music. She laughed good-naturedly at the idea. "Bless your heart, what should I do in there, among all you young people? No, no, I can hear just as well where I am.
"Who? why, Schilsky, of course." It sounded as if another than he had said the words: they were so short and harsh. The plate Avery was holding fell to the floor. Krafft sat back in his chair, and stared at Maurice, with a face that was all eyes. "You knew he was going away? or didn't you?" asked Maurice in a rough voice. "Every one knows. The whole place knows." Krafft laughed.
He swallowed his brandy at a gulp, and held out the glass to be refilled. His anger fell still more; he began to commiserate himself. "By Hell, I wish a plague would sweep every woman off the earth!" "The deuce, why don't you keep clear of them?" Schilsky laughed, without raising his heavy eyes. "If they'd only give one the chance. Damn them all! old and young I say.
Louise was leaning forward, still in the same position, but Schilsky was plainly conversing by means of signs with some one else. He frowned, half closed his eyes, shook his head, and, as if by chance, laid a finger on his lips. "Who's he doing that to?" Maurice asked himself, and followed the direction of the other's eyes, which were fixed on the corner where he and Ephie stood.
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