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It was she who had been the unfaithful one. He could smile at that. He stood up then, and smiled. This was a part of life, to be felt and appreciated. A handshake, a smile that von Stinnes would have applauded, and he would have lived another hour. "On the boat I made love to you," he said softly, "and I am not unhappy. It is only my turn to weep a bit." He regarded her calmly.
Do you know, I wake up at night sometimes with the rather naïve idea that I, von Stinnes, who prefer Turkish cigarettes to women, even brunettes ... But I stammer. It is difficult to be amusing, always. I think sometimes at night that I was personally responsible for at least half the casualties of the war." "Megalomania," said Dorn without changing his smile. "Yes, obviously. You hit it.
... Someone knocking on the door aroused him. Dawn was in the room. "Matty," he called. She slept. He found himself able to rise and his legs carried him unsteadily to the door. A tall marine, outside. "Herr Erik Dorn?" Dorn nodded dizzily. The man went on in German. "I come from Stinnes. I have a letter for you." He took the letter from his hand and moved hurriedly to a chair. "Thanks," vaguely.
Delegates, celebrities, frock-coats, strange hair formations; messiah and magician had come to extricate the nation from its unhappy place on the European guillotine. The narrow streets stuttered with argument.... Von Stinnes and a girl named Mathilde Dohmann accompanied him to the town.
He thought of words, a ramble of words but a knock at the door. Von Stinnes entered. He was carrying a basket. "Food," he announced cheerfully. "With food in our stomachs the world will seem more coherent for a while." He busied himself arranging plates of sandwiches on a small table. "Mathilde asleep?" He walked to the bed and leaned over her. The girl's eyes were closed.
"Stinnes, you are wanted," he called. "I have my portfolio. I am the new minister to Russia. I leave for Moscow to-morrow." "Congratulations!" the Baron answered. A tall, contemplative man with a scraggly gray beard an angular Christ-like figure appeared. He spoke. "What are you doing here, Muhsam? There is work inside." "And you!" angrily. "I must think. We must grow calm."
"The doctor says you'll be all right in a few days. But you must be quiet...." "Von Stinnes," he murmured. "There'll be trouble. Call him, will you?" Mathilde turned away. Now the pain was less. He could hear cheering outside. A demonstration. Workingmen marching under new flags. "Von Stinnes is under arrest, Erik." "What for? A new government?" What a crazy business. "No. Don't talk, please.
I feel it is a program I owe to humanity. And in addition, I am growing weary of myself." Dorn shook his head. "Romantics, friend. I do not argue against them." "I wonder," von Stinnes continued, "if you realize I am a scoundrel. I have thought at times that you did, because of the way you smile when I talk." "Scoundrels are creatures I do not like. And I like you.
"I see," he said, and walked back to von Stinnes. Reading resumed his place with the party. "Perhaps it was a timely warning," the baron murmured as Dorn drew near him. The gate had been opened and the two emerged. "I make a guess at what Reading told you," the baron pursued. "It is immaterial," Dorn answered. "I engage you not for your honesty and many virtues, but because you're amusing...."
Epigrams lie around the street corners of Munich waiting new text-books." They were walking idly toward the café von Stinnes had appointed as a rendezvous. It was late and the dark streets were deserted. The shops had been closed all week. The Revolution was struggling in poorly ventilated council-rooms with problems of economics.
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