Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Seafaring life -- Fiction
to say, “That’s all very fine, but you can’t throw dust in _my_ eyes.”
At last I was exasperated into saying, “Why don’t you put the matter at
rest by talking to Hermann?” and I added sneeringly: “You don’t expect
me perhaps to speak for you?”
To this he said, very loud for him, “Would you?”
And for the first time he lifted his head to look at me with wonder
and incredulity. He lifted his head so sharply that there could be
no mistake. I had touched a spring. I saw the whole extent of my
opportunity, and could hardly believe in it.
“Why. Speak to... Well, of course,” I proceeded very slowly, watching
him with great attention, for, on my word, I feared a joke. “Not,
perhaps, to the young lady herself. I can’t speak German, you know.
But...”
He interrupted me with the earnest assurance that Hermann had the
highest opinion of me; and at once I felt the need for the greatest
possible diplomacy at this juncture. So I demurred just enough to draw
him on. Falk sat up, but except for a very noticeable enlargement of the
pupils, till the irises of his eyes were reduced to two narrow yellow
rings, his face, I should judge, was incapable of expressing excitement.
“Oh, yes! Hermann did have the greatest...”
“Take up your cards. Here’s Schomberg peeping at us through the blind!”
I said.
We went through the motions of what might have been a game of écarté.
Presently the intolerable scandalmonger withdrew, probably to inform the
people in the billiard-room that we two were gambling on the verandah
like mad.
We were not gambling, but it was a game; a game in which I felt I held
the winning cards. The stake, roughly speaking, was the success of the
voyage--for me; and he, I apprehended, had nothing to lose. Our intimacy
matured rapidly, and before many words had been exchanged I perceived
that the excellent Hermann had been making use of me. That simple and
astute Teuton had been, it seems, holding me up to Falk in the light of
a rival. I was young enough to be shocked at so much duplicity. “Did he
tell you that in so many words?” I asked with indignation.
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