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And, thereupon she would burst into tears and threats, longing to kill herself then and there that her corpse might frighten away those other women who would come to rob her of what she considered her special privilege. Now it was Argensola who sped his companion to the street when he wished to be alone.
He would merely smile modestly, showing plainly that he did not wish to make any further revelations. The morning after the return of Julio Desnoyers, while Argensola was talking on the stairway with Tchernoff, the bell rang. How annoying! The Russian, who was well up in advanced politics, was just explaining the plans advanced by Jaures. There were still many who hoped that war might be averted.
The three had dined together, and all her interest had centred upon the one who was going away. She even took offense, with sudden modesty, when Argensola tried as he had often done before, to squeeze her hand under the table. Meanwhile she was almost leaning her head on the shoulder of the future hero, enveloping him with admiring gaze.
Argensola here interrupted to observe that German pride believed itself championed not only by God but by science, too.
The gentleness of Tchernoff, his original ideas, his incoherencies of thought, bounding from reflection to word without any preparation, finally won Don Marcelo so completely over that he formed the habit of consulting him about all his doubts. His admiration made him, too, overlook the source of certain bottles with which Argensola sometimes treated his neighbor.
The following morning Argensola was charged to get him a railroad ticket for Bordeaux. The value of money had greatly increased, but fifty francs, opportunely bestowed, wrought the miracle and procured a bit of numbered cardboard whose conquest represented many days of waiting. "It is good only for to-day," said the Spaniard, "you will have to take the night train."
"And were you not born there?" asked Julio smiling. The Doctor made a gesture of protest, as though he had just heard something insulting. "No, I am a German. No matter where a German may be born, he always belongs to his mother country." Then turning to Argensola "This gentleman, too, is a foreigner.
The two tiny apartments at the back were lighted by an interior court, their only means of communication being the service stairway which went on up to the garrets. While his comrade was away, Argensola had made the acquaintance of those in the neighboring lodgings.
Kultur sanctifies the demon within us, and is above morality, reason and science. We are going to impose Kultur by force of the cannon." Argensola continued, saying with his eyes, "They are crazy, crazy with pride! . . . What can the world expect of such people!" Desnoyers here intervened in order to brighten this gloomy monologue with a little optimism. War had not yet been positively declared.
"Who will be able to deny, as my master says, that there exists a Christian, German God, the 'Great Ally, who is showing himself to our enemies, the foreigners, as a strong and jealous divinity?" . . . Desnoyers was listening to his cousin with astonishment and at the same time looking at Argensola who, with a flutter of his eyes, seemed to be saying to him, "He is mad!
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