The next evening I was walking home late. I came on two persons standing
in the shadow in a secluded spot. They stopped talking as I passed and I
thought I heard my name whispered. I turned and they were Elsa and
Pushkin. What was he doing talking with her at that hour? I came near
walking up and denouncing him then and there; but I reflected and went
on, and when, a few minutes later, Elsa came in very red and
scared-looking, I congratulated myself on my self-restraint and
sagacity. The next morning was rainy and black, and I took a street car;
and found that the motorman was my blue-eyed young Swede, and that he
was as dark and cloudy that morning as the day.
That night, I heard Pushkin's voice in the house again, and my old
friend's reply to him in a tone of expostulation. It was hard not to
hear what Pushkin said, for the house was like a sounding-board. Pushkin
was actually trying to borrow money--"more money," and he gave as his
reason the absolute certainty that with this stake--"just this one
loan," he should win an heiress--"One of the richest women in all the
land," he said. He urged as a reason why the old fellow should lend it
to him, that they were both from the same country, and that his
grandfather, when a Minister of the Court, had appreciated Loewen's
music and helped him to get his first place.
"And he was a shentlemans like me, and you nodings but a common trummer,
hey? And--look here," he said, "I am going to marry a great heiress, and
then I shall not haf to borrow any more. I shall haf all de moneys I
want--my pockets full, and den I vill pay you one--two--t'ree times for
all you haf lend me, hein? And now I, de shentlemans, comes to you, de
common trummer, and calls you mine friend, and swear to pay you
one--two--t'ree times over, certainlee you vill nod refuse me?"
The rest was in the language of their own country. The argument had its
effect; for I could hear the old drummer's tone growing more and more
acquiescent and the other's laugh becoming more and more assured, and
finally I knew by his voice that he had succeeded.
I came near rising on the spot and going in and unmasking him. But I did
not. I determined to wait until the next morning.
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