The Torrents Of Spring

The carriage wheels rumbled over the paved roads of Frankfort, and
stopped at last before the hotel where Sanin was living.
Escorted by his two companions, he went up the stairs, when suddenly
a woman came with hurried steps out of the dark corridor; her
face was hidden by a veil, she stood still, facing Sanin, wavered a little,
gave a trembling sigh, at once ran down into the street and vanished, to
the great astonishment of the waiter, who explained that ‘that lady had
been for over an hour waiting for the return of the foreign gentleman.’
Momentary as was the apparition, Sanin recognised Gemma. He recognised
her eyes under the thick silk of her brown veil.
‘Did Fräulein Gemma know, then?’… he said slowly in a displeased
voice in German, addressing Emil and Pantaleone, who were following
close on his heels.
Emil blushed and was confused.
‘I was obliged to tell her all,’ he faltered; ‘she guessed, and I could not
help it… . But now that’s of no consequence,’ he hurried to add eagerly,
‘everything has ended so splendidly, and she has seen you well and
uninjured!’
Sanin turned away.
‘What a couple of chatterboxes you are!’ he observed in a tone of annoyance,
as he went into his room and sat down on a chair.
‘Don’t be angry, please,’ Emil implored.
‘Very well, I won’t be angry’ – (Sanin was not, in fact, angry – and,
after all, he could hardly have desired that Gemma should know nothing
about it). ‘Very well … that’s enough embracing. You get along now. I
want to be alone. I’m going to sleep. I’m tired.’
‘An excellent idea!’ cried Pantaleone. ‘You need repose! You have fully
earned it, noble signor! Come along, Emilio! On tip-toe! On tip-toe! Sh –
sh – sh!’
When he said he wanted to go to sleep, Sanin had simply wished to
get rid of his companions; but when he was left alone, he was really
aware of considerable weariness in all his limbs; he had hardly closed his
eyes all the preceding night, and throwing himself on his bed he fell immediately
into a sound sleep.
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