British -- Germany -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Husband and wife -- Fiction
He was still wondering when he reached home, after an unusually tedious
and disagreeable walk. More than once he had been tempted to take the
tram, in order to be quicker home to Elsa and the comfort of shifting on
to her willing shoulders the burden of his doubts; but the consideration
of expense held him back. After all, trams become too easily a habit.
Two trams a day cost 20 pf. and six days amount to 1.20, and 1.30 will
buy a bottle of Landwein good enough for the little "evenings" which one
is bound to give if one is a good comrade. So Freiherr von Seleneck had
walked, and those who had observed him had envied the immaculate uniform
and the lordly bearing, making no guess at the empty pockets of the one
and the entire innocence of the other. For lordliness and Seleneck were
unknown to each other; and if he bore himself with a certain unconscious
assertiveness, it was because he wore the King’s uniform, and not in the
least because he thought himself a great man.
Somewhat to his surprise and disappointment, his wife was not at the
door to receive him when he arrived. The _Bursche_ who helped him off
with his coat told him the _gnädige Frau_ had visitors and was in the
drawing-room. Thither Seleneck at once repaired. Usually a sociable
and hospitable man, he felt he could have dispensed with guests in the
one hour of the day when he was certain of his wife’s undivided company,
but his slight annoyance evaporated as soon as he saw who the visitors
were. Nora herself occupied the sofa, and her fair young face, lit by a
faint, almost embarrassed, smile of greeting, inspired Seleneck with the
brilliant reflection that she had no doubt come to confide the trouble,
whatsoever it was, to his wife’s sympathetic ears. The hope was
immediately dispelled, however, by Frau von Seleneck herself, who drew
his attention to the presence of a young man seated at the other end of
the room, nursing an elegantly booted foot with the air of profoundest
boredom.
"I do not think you have met before," she said. "This is Frau von
Arnim’s brother—Mr. Ingestre."
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