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Frederick almost forgot what he had suffered on her account and in what fatal dependence he had been upon this creature only a short time before. "Tell me, is there danger, Doctor von Kammacher?" she asked. His evasive answer seemed to make no impression upon her.
Here a stranger joined them. It was not until he was quite close that Frederick recognised in the correctly clad man the valet of Arthur Stoss. "Doctor von Kammacher," said Bulke, "Rosa cannot get it out of her mind. Can't you make her understand that it isn't right always to be going over and over such a thing and that she ought to forget it? It couldn't be worse if she had lost a boy of her own.
"My brother has a wife and children," he said. Though there was, of course, not the slightest trace of sentimentality in his tone, it was evident from the gleam in his eyes how he idolised his nieces and nephews. He pointed out each one's picture and at the end said frankly, "My brother is an enviable man." Then he asked Frederick whether he was the son of General von Kammacher.
"It is an eternal shame," said Frederick, "that the spirit which created the art of the old Greeks cannot be united with that profound German spirit, an entirely new spirit, which characterises the works of Adam Krafft, Veit Stoss, and Peter Vischer." "Doctor von Kammacher," Miss Burns asked, "have you ever done any work in sculpture?" Miss Burns spoke a correct German.
Ingigerd turned and said quickly: "Why do you always fly into such a temper right away? How do I know if I am suited to your needs and desires?" "It is merely a question of love," replied Frederick. "I like you. Yes, I do like you, but whether my feeling for you is love, how can I tell? I always say that so far I haven't loved anything but animals." "Animals!" cried Frederick von Kammacher.
I am not so certain that backsliding into the most horrible times of the Malleus maleficarum is impossible." Doctor Wilhelm had rung for a steward, who now entered. Max Pander appeared at the same time. "Doctor von Kammacher, I feel as if we must have some champagne. Adolph," turning to the steward, "a bottle of Pommery." "They're making a big hole in the champagne cellar," said Adolph.
"1492" wherever he turned his eyes, on the streets and open squares, Frederick read advertisements of the ballad, a product of the vaudeville stage, in which the discovery of America, four hundred years after the landing of Columbus, was interpreted in the patriotic sense of the new nation that had since arisen. "Well, Doctor von Kammacher, how are you?" asked Doctor Wilhelm.
He was still flirting with the English lady from Southampton; but now, irresistibly drawn to Mara's sphere, he jumped up and left her, bringing the tone that was agreeable to Mara and all her admirers, except Frederick von Kammacher. The jolliness of the little group communicated itself to the rest of the promenade deck.
The vessel was carrying only a hundred cabin passengers from Bremen; but in the steerage there were four hundred human beings. Frederick von Kammacher, to whom, the day before, the Roland had been non-existent, telegraphed from Paris to have a cabin on it reserved for him. Haste was imperative.
As for the young physician, Frederick von Kammacher, he was neither a Goethe nor a Luther nor a Loyola; but he was akin to them not only in culture, but also in many a trait of genius.
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