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Luncheon was a successful meal, the mushrooms which he himself had picked in the mushroom house, his chosen strawberries, and another bottle of the Steinberg cabinet filled him with a certain aromatic spirituality, and a conviction that he would have a touch of eczema to-morrow. After lunch they sat under the oak tree drinking Turkish coffee.
"Miss Julia Von Steinberg," said the soldier, "since confessions are the order of the night, I must place mine on record. I met you to-day in obedience to orders, believing my heart was my own. The event of to-night has told me too truly that I had unconsciously lost it. But I am a man of honor, and if you will accept my hand without my heart, it is yours."
Shaken, trembling and penetrated with pity for him, Jane made her way toward the office, near which she found Larry with the manager discussing an engineering problem which appeared to interest them both. "Where's Ernest?" inquired Larry. "He has just gone," said Jane, struggling to speak quietly. "I think we must hurry, Larry. Come, please. Good-bye, Mr. Steinberg."
I myself will pay the fare. I won't travel with that cackling idiot. 'I will go with Mr. Bommaney with pleasure, said the penitent. 'I'll go with you with pleasure anywhere. I'd rather go with you a great deal. It was hardly to be expected that Philip should feel very warmly towards either of his two companions, but of the two he misliked Steinberg the less.
The letter written, enveloped, addressed, and stamped, Steinberg tossed it on one side, and leaning back in his arm-chair, turned an uninterested look once more upon his visitor. 'That affair of Bommaney's, he said. 'What was that? Mr. Barter thought this inquiry altogether too barefaced, and responded, with a hectic flush of courage, 'Come, Steinberg, don't play the fool with a fellow.
"By the way, before I forget it" here Thayor drew from his pocket a package of letters "how about this Mr. Steinberg, the dealer who sold us the horses?" he inquired. "Who, Bergstein?" "Yes, this Mr. Bergstein, as you call him.
Oh well, oh well! you have not done so very badly. Two squares and a round, with a jug of Steinberg, and a pint of British stout with your Stilton. If this is your ante-lunch, what will you do when you come to your real luncheon? But I must not talk now; you may have it as you please." "No doubt we do," I was obliged to answer. "It is very sad to think of, as soon as one has dined.
Their imperial majesties were no sooner apprized of these transactions, which they considered as infractions of the convention, than they sent an intimation to the baron de Steinberg, minister from the king of Great Britain as elector of Hanover, that he should appear no more at court, or confer with their ministers; and that his residing at Vienna, as he might easily conceive, could not be very agreeable: in consequence of which message he retired, after having obtained the necessary passports for his departure.
On that day at Petrograd there were one hundred killed and wounded. It must be noted that when, at a session of the Constituent Assembly, in the Taurida Palace, they learned of this shooting, M. Steinberg, Commissioner of Justice, declared in the corridor that it was a lie, that he himself had visited the streets of Petrograd and had found everywhere that "all was quiet."
There was a prodigious excitement at this declaration, and the young man was overwhelmed with questions. He could name no names, of course, and give no clue, but he sketched the story. He contented himself by describing young Barter as Thief Number One, and he was satisfied to describe Steinberg as Probable Thief Number Two.
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