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He frowned across the table into Steinmetz's face. In all their intercourse he had never heard that tone of voice; he had never seen quite that look on the heavy face. Was Steinmetz aroused at last? Steinmetz aroused was an unknown quantity to Claude de Chauxville. "I have known you now for twenty-five years," went on Karl Steinmetz, "and I cannot say that I know any good of you.
Steinmetz waited. His own life had been no great success. He had had much to bear, and he had borne it. He was wondering heavily whether any of it had been as bad as what Paul was bearing now while he looked out of the window with his hands in his pockets, saying nothing. At length Paul moved. He turned, and, coming toward the table, laid his hand on Steinmetz's broad shoulder.
"A new development," he said shortly. "Come to my room." Paul rose and followed him through the double doorway built in the thickness of the wall. Steinmetz's large room was lighted only by a lamp standing on the table. All the light was thrown on the desk by a large green shade, leaving the rest of the room in a semi-darkness.
She was enjoying her keenest pleasure a social triumph. No whisper escaped her, no glance, no nudge of admiring or envious notice. On Steinmetz's arm she passed out of the tent; the touch of her hand on his sleeve reminded him of a thoroughbred horse stepping on to turf, so full of life, of electric thrill, of excitement was it. But then, Karl Steinmetz was a cynic.
Karl Steinmetz's words were usually more remarkable for solid thoughtfulness than for brilliancy of conception or any great novelty of expression. "Oh!" said Paul quietly, "I am not going to leave off. You need not fear that. Only I shall have to tell my wife. Surely a woman could help us in a thousand ways. There is such a lot that only a woman understands."
"She is well," answered Steinmetz. "I saw her yesterday." "And happy?" The broad-faced man looked into Steinmetz's face with considerable keenness. "Yes." It was a moment for mental reservations. One wonders whether such are taken account of in heaven. "And Paul?" asked the Count Stépan Lanovitch at once. "Tell me about him." "He is married," answered Steinmetz.
He saw Claude de Chauxville, and before the Frenchman had turned round the expression on Steinmetz's large and placid countenance had changed from the self-consciousness usually preceding an introduction to one of a dim recognition. "I have had the pleasure of meeting madame somewhere before, I think. In St. Petersburg, was it not?"
M. Vassili's weakest link will be touched by your gorgeous note-paper. If ce cher prince and la charmante princesse are gracious to him, Vassili is already robbed of half his danger." Paul laughed. It was his habit either to laugh or to grumble at Karl Steinmetz's somewhat subtle precautions. The word "danger" invariably made him laugh, with a ring in his voice which seemed to betoken enjoyment.
I make war on the slavery of the will and a religion of formal technicalities; but I prefer these evils to a godless rationalism and the extinction of the light of faith. Secreta Monita; Steinmetz's History of the Jesuits; Ranke's History of the Popes; Spiritual Exercises; Encyclopaedia Britannica; Biographie Universelle; Fall of the Jesuits, by St.
"And as far as you can see is yours?" she asked. "Yes," answered Paul simply, with that calm which only comes with hereditary possession. The observation attracted Steinmetz's attention. He went to another window, and looked across the waste critically. "Four times as far as we can see is his," he said. Etta looked out slowly and comprehensively, absorbing it all like a long, sweet drink.
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