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C. may sometimes have expressed himself unguardedly, attended, on reflection, no doubt with self-accusation, but here in the full prospect of dissolution, he pours forth the genuine and ulterior feelings of his soul. "To Adam Steinmetz Kinnaird,
One foot was caught in the stirrup, and as the horse moved on from tuft to tuft it dragged its dead master along the ground. "This is going to be unpleasant," muttered Steinmetz, as he cumbrously left the saddle. "That man is dead has been dead some days; he's stiff. And the horse has been dragging him face downward. God in heaven! this will be unpleasant."
"Not quite; we are not starving, but we are hungry," said Steinmetz bluntly. Vassili laughed, and shook a gold eye-glass chidingly. "Ah, my friend, your old pernicious habit of calling a spade a spade! It is unfortunate that they should hunger a little, but what will you? They must learn to be provident, to work harder and drink less. With such people experience is the only taskmaster possible.
I have the same feeling myself," concurred Steinmetz courteously. "Do you ride about the country much alone?" asked Paul, while the servants were setting before this uninvited guest a few more substantial delicacies. "Ah, no, prince! This is my first attempt, and if it had not procured me this pleasure I should say that it will be my last."
Certain is it that such men as Claude de Chauxville, as Karl Steinmetz, and a hundred others who are or have been political scene-shifters, are to be found in the Talleyrand rooms. It is a quiet club, with many members and sparse accommodation. Its rooms are never crowded, because half of its members are afraid of meeting the other half.
He unfolded the sheet slowly, and having found what he sought, he read aloud: "'His Excellency the Roumanian Ambassador gave a select dinner-party at 4 Craven Gardens, yesterday. Among the guests were the Baron de Chauxville, Feneer Pasha, Lord and Lady Standover, Mrs. Sydney Bamborough, and others." Steinmetz threw the paper down and leant back in his chair.
S.R. Steinmetz, with that creepy simplicity of mind with which the Eugenists chill the blood, remarks that "we do not yet know quite certainly" what were "the motives for the horror of" that horrible thing which is the agony of Oedipus. With entirely amiable intention, I ask Dr. S.R. Steinmetz to speak for himself.
Steinmetz does not believe that in the long run chance and luck play any part in apportioning the issues. The virtues that prevail, it must be noted, are virtues anyhow, superiorities that count in peaceful as well as in military competition; but the strain on them, being infinitely intenser in the latter case, makes war infinitely more searching as a trial.
"We are all friends," she went on; "so it is safe to mention the Charity League, is it not?" "No," answered Steinmetz from the fire-place; "no, madame. There is only one friend to whom you may safely mention that." "Ah! Bad example!" exclaimed the countess playfully. "You are there! I did not see you enter. And who is that friend?"
And then suddenly she burst into tears, and buried her face in a tiny, useless handkerchief. It was so unlike her and so sudden that Steinmetz was startled. He laid his great hand soothingly on her shoulder. "I know," he said quietly, "I know more than you think. I am no saint, princess, myself. I too have had my difficulties. I have had my temptations, and I have not always resisted.
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