Perhaps his noble nature looked for some reassuring answer from me,
but the fine lines of my bit of shading happened just then to be
closer than ever, and I had to bend my head still lower over the
drawing-board. He sighed deeply and left the room.
I drew a long breath as the door closed behind him, and the next
moment I saw, in the black mirror of the corpulent inkstand on the
office-table, my tall figure reflected in grotesque distortion, and
performing, with arms and legs, movements which apparently represented
a joyous dance of victory.
"You are monstrously pleased at something, it seems," said a voice
behind me.
In my fright I forgot one leg which I had elevated in the air, and upon
the other I made a pirouette which, had it been performed in public
before connoisseurs, would have brought down the house.
Arthur afterwards became a connoisseur in these things, but he could
not have been one at this time, for his face, as he threw himself into
a chair, was by no means radiant with delight, and the tone of his
voice was as dolorous as possible as he went on, resting his curly head
upon his hand:
"To be sure, you have every reason; you have gained your point; from
to-morrow you are again sole master here."
I had by this time brought my other foot down to the floor, and took
occasion to plant myself firmly before my antagonist, for such I
considered Arthur. But I was mistaken. Arthur had not come to pick a
quarrel with me.
"I have my own reasons," he said, "for preferring that the old people
should be away from here. The old man, you know, has become really
disreputable since his misfortune; he sponges upon the first man he
meets. By the way, I can pay you now the twenty-five you lent me the
other day. Last night I had a fabulous run of luck--we had a little
play at Lieutenant von Serring's quarters. Sorry I haven't the money
about me, but you shall certainly have it to-morrow. What I was going
to say is this: The old man carries it too far; sooner or later he
would have compromised me hopelessly. The colonel watches me
frightfully close. So no hostility, George! You have driven him
away--don't deny it; I have it from mamma. She is furious with you; but
I told her she might congratulate herself that you were so discreet and
said nothing more about that business of the letter. So I did not come
on this account, but merely to ask you how I stand with you."
"What do you mean?" I asked, not without some confusion.
"Let us have no quibbles about it, old fellow," said the ensign,
tapping the sole of his left boot with the point of his sword, which
lay across his right knee: "I have estimated you far too low. I see now
that you are cock of the walk here, and I wish to be on good terms with
you, not to quarrel. If uncle did not help me a little I should either
have to starve or quit the service, and my colonel, moreover, would
know why I can no longer visit here. You are a good fellow, and will
not ruin me."
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