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He was the uncle of Miss Meta, a former servant of the government and a knight of several honourable orders. As such it was his duty to demand the immediate restitution of his niece's honour, else Niebeldingk simply turned his back and the knight of several honourable orders trotted, grumbling, down the stairs.
The tame animal stepped with dignity upon his outstretched hand and permitted itself to be lifted into the light.... Its glittering neck-feathers stood up, and while it whetted its beak on Niebeldingk's cuff-links, it repeated in a most subterranean voice: "Richard!" And suddenly the dear feeling of belonging here, of being at home came over Niebeldingk. He had all but lost it.
But between Niebeldingk and Alice the memory of that last hour of suffering soon wove a thousand threads of helplessness and pity into the web of love.
And while Niebeldingk stretched himself lazily in the tepid water he let his reflections glide serenely about the delightful occurrence of the past night. That occurrence had been due for six months, but opportunity had been lacking.
And so my sister thought that you'd rather " "Hold on, my excellent friend," said Niebeldingk and a great weight rolled from his heart. "You have an officer in your family? That's splendid ... I couldn't ask anything better ... You wire him at once and tell him that I'll be at home three days running and ready to give him the desired explanations.
He mentioned the name of her husband which was known far and wide in their native province. Fritz knew the whole story. "Poor lady!" he said. "Papa and Mama have often felt sorry for her. I suppose her husband is still living." Niebeldingk nodded. "People all said that you were going to marry her." "Is that what people said?" "Yes, and Papa thought it would be a piece of great good fortune."
"Oh, splendid," Fritz said, "just splendid." "Have you seen her often?" "Certainly," Fritz replied, "we're reading Marcus Aurelius together now." "Thank heaven," Niebeldingk laughed, "I see that she's well taken care of." He made up his mind to see her within the next hour. Fritz who had only come because he needed to overflow to some one with the joy of life that was in him, soon started to go.
Oh, if I knew! But it's something quite indefinite hard to think, hard to comprehend. I'd like to howl with laughter and I don't know why ... to shriek, and I don't know what about." "Blessed youth!" Niebeldingk thought, and looked at the enthusiastic boy full of emotion. ... John, who was serving, announced that the florist's girl had come with the Indian lilies.
At the door he turned and said timidly and with downcast eyes. "I have one request to make " "Fire away, Fritz! How much?" "Oh, I don't need money ... I'd like to have the address of your florist ...I'd like to send to the dear lady a bunch of the ... the Indian lilies." "What? Are you mad?" Niebeldingk cried. "Why do you ask that?" Fritz was hurt.
"Indian lilies, what sort of lilies are they?" asked Fritz overcome by a hesitant admiration. "You'll see," Niebeldingk answered and ordered the girl to be admitted. She struggled through the door, a half-grown thing with plump red cheeks and smooth yellow hair. Diffident and frightened, she nevertheless began to flirt with Fritz.
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