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Schmielke and the gendarme also gave vent to their astonishment why did Mr. Tiralla no more appear at the usual table? The priest, too, had been very much surprised that he never came to church either. That was not right, he really must go. He ought to pray twice as much as others, he the husband of such a pious and there was a momentary pause and Mr. Schmielke gave a waggish laugh beautiful wife.
She did not wait until her husband had got down, but, walking straight into the cloak-room, took off her things, gave a peep into the dingy glass, and was dancing the mazurka with Mr. Schmielke when Mr. Tiralla entered the ballroom. He at once looked out for a seat for himself. Let her dance, he liked her to do so.
Even Ziëntek gave an embarrassed little cough; really, how could Fritz say such a thing? But the priest did not appear to have taken it amiss, and laughed when he saw Schmielke wink. Why shouldn't he see it as well as the others? Did he think he was blind? He was fortunately still in possession of his eyesight, and there could surely be nothing wrong in his admiring a pretty creature.
Tiralla"? That would have been the proper thing for them to do. The schoolmaster continued to bite his lips and stare in front of him, pale and morose. But a spark had fallen into the straw, and the former peaceful conversation was at an end. Jokisch and Schmielke suddenly commenced quarrelling. Jokisch, who had already drunk too much, began to speak disparagingly about Mrs. Tiralla.
"You're dancing very badly, Mr. Schmielke," she said, and next moment flew past him in little Ziëntek's arms. "Psia krew!" Mr. That hop o' my thumb, that little milksop of a post office clerk, had better try to come near him, he would soon take him in hand. He called himself master of the ceremonies, and his duty was obviously to provide for the entertainment of the guests.
"I can buy them very cheaply; any 'komornik' will kill one for me. I would much rather stop at home with Sophia." Beautiful Mrs. Tiralla had grown thin during the course of the winter, "as slender as a fairy," said Mr. Schmielke, the tax-collector.
Schmielke resolved at all events to secure her for the cotillon in good time, as that meant he would take her into supper as well. They all had the same intention, and all had made up their minds to call on the Tirallas at the earliest opportunity.
They were all simply burning with curiosity. What did he know of her, what, what? That anybody knew such things about her only added to her charm and piquancy in their eyes. "Well, fire away," said Schmielke in a jovial voice. The priest also smiled.
She was one of those whom you couldn't trust out of your sight. He felt quite sorry for Tiralla, who wasn't a bad fellow, but imposed upon, imposed upon. "My wife says " "Tut, tut, your wife's jealous," said Schmielke teasingly, and laughed. "Naturally it can't be agreeable for her to have the fair Sophia as her nearest neighbour." "What do you mean?" roared the man.
It was really admirable how she kept up her courage. "H'm, it's taken a great deal out of her, nevertheless," remarked Mr. Schmielke with a long drawn whistle. He had suddenly grown very cool in his feelings towards her. "Sophia Tiralla's reign is over and done with. Did you notice the hollows in her cheeks? And then her eyes, how sunk they were.
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