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"This is an old story," said I. "She is not in love with you, I suppose? That's it, isn't it?" "It's not the absence of the fact," said he, with a smile; "it's the want of the potentiality that is so deplorable." "Why torment Struboff, though?" "Struboff?" he repeated, knitting his brows. "Ah, now Struboff is worth tormenting! You won't believe me; but he can feel."
Coralie looked rather vexed, a little perturbed and protesting. Wetter had touched the one point on which she had troubled herself to criticise the order of the universe. "When, I say, you die," pursued Wetter, "when, after growing extremely ugly, you die, you will be sent to hell because you have not appreciated the virtues or repaid the devotion of my good friend M. Struboff.
The loan was made, or at least pledged, before it flashed across my brain that the money was destined for Wetter he wanted to pay off Wetter. We were nearing the desired ground. "My dear M. Struboff," said I, "you must not allow yourself to be embarrassed. Great properties are slow to develop; but I have patience with my investments. Clear yourself of all claims.
"My life's a hell!" he said, and laid his head between his hands on the table. I saw a shudder in his fat shoulders. "My dear M. Struboff," I murmured, as I rose and walked round to him. I did not like touching him, but I forced myself to pat his shoulder kindly. "Women take whims and fancies," said I, as I walked back to my seat. He raised his head and set his chin between his fists.
To-morrow they reach here, she and Struboff. Yes, sire, Coralie is to sing your song." We stood looking at one another; we both were laughing. "It's a great chance in her career," he said. "It's rather a curious chance in mine," said I.
Where lay the inspiration of this horseplay of Wetter's? "Quicker, quicker!" he cried to the driver. "I am impatient, my friends are impatient. Quick, quick! Only God is patient." "He's mad," grunted Struboff. "He's quite mad. The devil, I'm hot!" Wetter suddenly assumed an air of great dignity and blandness.
"You would be right, very likely, but for the fact that madame has dismissed me." "You use a conventional phrase?" "Well then, she has well, yes, I do use a conventional phrase." "I shall congratulate M. Struboff on an increased tranquillity." The evening was chilly, and I had a bit of fire. Wetter sat looking into it, hugging his knees and swaying his body to and fro.
A day came when I asked the husband to luncheon with me. I sent Vohrenlorf away; we sat down together, Struboff swelling with pride, seeing himself telling the story in the wings, meditating the appearance and multiplication of paragraphs.
He stormed Vohrenlorf's defences and burst into my room late one night. "So we're going back, sire?" he cried. "Back to our work, back to harness?" "You're going too?" I asked quietly. He threw back his hair from his forehead. "Yes, I too," he said. "Struboff has paid me off; I have played, I have won, I am rich, I desire to serve my country. You don't appear pleased, sire?"
If I had killed you!" "It would have been another another impresario for my Princess." "We shall meet at Forstadt? You'll ask me to the wedding?" "Unless you have incurred Princess Heinrich's anger." "I tell you I'm going to settle down." "Never," said I. "Be careful, sire. The revolver I bought for Struboff is in my pocket." "Make me a present of it," I suggested.
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