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Updated: May 16, 2025
Nor did it aid in preserving his temper during the unpleasant scene the following morning when Schwartzberger, still furious with rage, called at the hôtel.
"What do you mean?" asked the lady. "Your loss," said Paul hastily. "This is no fit place for you to remain in. Allow me to show you the way out at once." He thrust himself between her and the two men who had entered, whereupon Schwartzberger burst forth in an angry voice that was perfectly audible to all. "You damned British hypocrite!" he roared.
At the same moment the door by which Paul had entered opened again, and in there came two gentlemen in evening dress. A third man followed closely behind them, and a flush of irritation crept up the back of Paul's neck as he recognized Schwartzberger. The room was quite hushed. The men about the table had been awed by the vast sum of money which the mysterious lady had staked and lost.
And if the complacent admiring glances which Schwartzberger heavily bestowed on the lady of his choice were perhaps too redolent of the proprietorship in which a successful pork-packer might indulge, they were at least small coins in the mart of love, which is Springtime in Lucerne. Up the lake Paul rowed briskly, working off his ill-humour in the sheer exertion of his favorite sport.
"Schwartzberger," answered Paul, with great deliberation, as he folded his newspaper, "I believe that a lively imagination is as necessary to the ideal management of the pork-packing industry as to all other business activities. Permit me to observe that I can predict for you no cessation of the remarkable results you have achieved in your chosen profession."
Paul realized that by the time she met Schwartzberger, if not before, the Comtesse would discover the veiled emphasis on mere probability in his parting suggestion as to any future meeting. So he was not surprised to see the tonneau of the big green motor car with its customary occupants whirling past him as he drove to the station that afternoon.
Making a little inclination with her head, the lady walked slowly away, leaving Paul to confront Schwartzberger. And Paul by no means minced matters. "Pardon me," he said, facing about once more, "but your assistance is not required. You will be kind enough to call on me at the Hôtel Métropole to-morrow morning, when I shall ask you for an explanation. Till then I have no further need of you."
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