They watched, and before long they felt sure that Gerda’s conduct, to
put it mildly, passed the bounds of propriety in her relations with
Herr Lieutenant von Throta.
Renée Maria von Throta came from the Rhineland. He was second
lieutenant of one of the infantry battalions quartered in the town.
The red collar went well with his black hair, which he wore parted on
the side and combed back in a high, thick curling crest from his white
forehead. He looked big and strong enough, but was most unmilitary in
speech and manner. He had a way of running one hand in between the
buttons of his half-open undress coat and of sitting with his head
supported on the back of his hand. His bows were devoid of military
stiffness, and you could not hear his heels click together as he made
them. And he had no more respect for his uniform than for ordinary
clothes. Even the slim youthful moustaches that ran slantwise down to
the corners of his mouth had neither point nor consistency; they only
confirmed the unmartial impression he gave. The most remarkable thing
about him was his eyes, so large, black, and extraordinarily brilliant
that they seemed like glowing bottomless depths when he visited
anything or anybody with his glance which was sparkling, ardent, or
languishing by turns.
He had probably gone into the army against his will, or at least
without any inclination for it; and despite his physique he was no
good in the service. He was unregarded by his comrades, and shared
but little in their interests--the interests and pleasures of young
officers lately back from a victorious campaign. And they found him a
disagreeable oddity, who did not care for horses or hunting or play
or women. All his thoughts were bent on music. He was to be seen at
all the concerts, with his languishing eyes and his lax, unmilitary,
theatrical attitudes; on the other hand he despised the club and the
casino and never went near them.
He made the duty calls which his position demanded; but the Buddenbrook
house was the only one at which he visited--too much, people thought,
and the Senator himself thought so too.
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