The bell, which he had pulled hard, pealed through the house, jangled on, and, in a series of after-tinkles, died away. There was no immediate answering sound; the silence persisted, and having waited for some time, he rang again. Then, in the distance, he heard a door creak; soft, cautious footsteps crept along the pa.s.sage; a light moved; the gla.s.s window in the upper half of the door was opened, and a little old woman peered out, holding a candle above her head. On seeing the pale face close before her, she drew back, and made as if to shut the window; for, as a result of poring over newspapers, she lived in continual expectation of robbery and murder.
"She is not at home," she said with tremulous bravado, in answer to the young man"s question, and again was about to close the window. But Maurice thrust in his hand, and she could not shut without crushing it.
"Then she is still here? Has she gone out? When will she be back?" he queried.
"How should I know? And look here, young man, if you don"t take away your hand and leave the house at once, I shall call from the window for a policeman."
He went slowly down the stairs and across the street, and took up anew his position in the dark doorway--a proceeding which did not rea.s.sure Fraulein Grunhut, who, regarding his inquiries as a feint, was watching his movements from between the slats of a window-blind. But Maurice had not stood again for more than a quarter of an hour, when a feeling of nausea seized him, and this reminded him that he had practically eaten nothing since the morning. If he meant to hold out, he must s.n.a.t.c.h a bite of food somewhere; afterwards, he would return and wait, if he had to wait all night.
In front of the PANORAMA on the ROSSPLATZ, he ran into the arms of Furst, and the latter, when he heard where Maurice was going, had nothing better to do than to accompany him, and drink a SCHNITT. Furst, who was in capital spirits at the prospect of the evening, laughed heartily, told witty anecdotes, and slapped his fat thigh, the type of rubicund good-humour; and as he was not of an observant turn of mind, he did not notice his companion"s abstraction. Hardly troubling to dissemble, Maurice paid scant attention to Furst"s talk; he ate avidly, and as soon as he had finished, pushed back his chair and called to the waiter for his bill.
"I must go," he said, and rose. "I have something important to do this evening, and can"t join you."
Furst, cut short in the middle of a sentence, let his double chin fall on his collar, and gazed open-mouthed at his companion.
"But I say, Guest, look here!..." Maurice heard him expostulate as the outer door slammed behind him.
He made haste to retrace his steps. The wind had dropped; a fine rain was beginning to fall; it promised to be a wet night, of empty streets and glistening pavements. There was no visible change in the windows of the BRUDERSTRa.s.sE; they were as blankly dark as before. Turning up his coat-collar, Maurice resumed his patrollings, but more languidly; he was drowsy from having eaten, and the air was chill. A weakness overcame him at the thought of the night-watch he had set himself; it seemed impossible to endure the crawling past of still more hours. He was tired to exhaustion, and a sudden, strong desire arose in him, somehow, anyhow, to be taken out of himself, to have his thoughts diverted into other channels. And this feeling grew upon him with such force, the idea of remaining where he was, for another hour, became so intolerable, that he forgot everything else, and turned and ran back towards the PANORAMA, only afraid lest Furst should have gone without him.
The latter was, in fact, just coming out of the door. He stared in astonishment at Maurice.
"I"ve changed my mind," said Maurice, without apology. "Shall we go?
Where"s the place?"
Furst mumbled something inaudible; he was grumpy at the other"s behaviour. Scanning him furtively, and noting his odd, excited manner, he concluded that Maurice had been drinking.
They walked without speaking; Furst hummed to himself. In the thick-sown, business thoroughfare, the BRUHL, they entered a dingy cafe and while Furst chattered with the landlord and BUFFETDAME, with both of whom he was on very friendly terms, Maurice went into the side-room, where the KNEIPE was to be held, and sat down before a long, narrow table, spread with a soiled red and blue-checked tablecloth. He felt cold and sick again, and when the wan PICCOLO set a beer-mat before him, he sent the lad to the devil for a cognac. The waiter came with the liqueur-bottle; Maurice drank the contents of one and then another of the tiny gla.s.ses. A genial warmth ran through him and his nausea ceased. He leaned his head on his hands, closed his eyes, and, soothed by the heat of the room, had a few moments" pleasant lapse of consciousness.
He was roused by the entrance of a noisy party of three. These were strangers to him, and when they had mentioned their names and learned his, they sat down at the other end of the table and talked among themselves. They were followed by a couple of men known to Maurice by sight. One, an Italian, a stout, animated man, with prominent jet-black eyes and huge white teeth, was a fellow-pupil of Schilsky"s, and a violinist of repute, notwithstanding the size and fleshiness of his hands, which were out of all proportion to the delicate build of his instrument. The other was a slender youth of fantastic appearance. He wore a long, old-fashioned overcoat, which reached to his heels, and was moulded to a shapely waist; on his fingers were numerous rings; his bushy hair was scented and thickly curled, his face painted and pencilled like a woman"s. He did not sit down, but, returning to the public room, leaned over the counter and talked to the BUFFETDAME, in a tone which had nothing in common with Furst"s hearty familiarity.
Next came a couple of Americans, loud, self-a.s.sertive, careless of dress and convention; close behind them still another group, and at its heels, Dove. The latter entered the room with an apologetic air, and on sitting down at the head of the table, next Maurice, mentioned at once that, at heart, he was not partial to this kind of thing, and was only there because he believed the present to be an exceptional occasion: who knew but what, in after years, he might not be proud to claim having, made one of the party on this particular evening?--the plain truth being that Schilsky was little popular with his own s.e.x, and, in consequence of the difficulty of beating up a round dozen of men, Furst had been forced to be very pressing in his invitations, to have recourse to bribes and promises, or, as in the case of Dove, to stimulating the imagination. The majority of the guests present were not particular who paid for their drink, provided they got it.
At Krafft"s entry, a stifled laugh went round. To judge from his appearance, he had not been in bed the previous night: sleep seemed to hang on his red and sunken eyelids; his hands and face were dirty, and when he took off his coat, which he had worn turned up at the neck, it was seen that he had either lost or forgotten his collar. Shirt and waistcoat were insufficiently b.u.t.toned. His walk was steady, but his eyes had a gla.s.sy stare, and did not seem to see what they rested on. A strong odour of brandy went out from him; but he had not been many minutes in the room before a stronger and more penetrating smell made itself felt. The rest of the company began to sniff and e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.e, and Furst, having tracked it to the corner where the overcoats hung, drew out of one of Krafft"s pockets a greasy newspaper parcel, evidently some days old, containing bones, sc.r.a.ps of decaying meat, and rancid fish. The PICCOLO, summoned by a general shout, was bade to dispose of the garbage instantly, and to hang the coat in a draughty place to air.
Various epithets were hurled at Krafft, who, however, sat picking his teeth with unconcern, as if what went on around him had nothing to do with him.
They were now all collected but Schilsky, and much beer had been drunk.
Furst was in his usual state of agitation lest his friend should forget to keep the appointment; and the spirits of those--there were several such present--who suffered almost physical pain from seeing another than themselves the centre of interest, went up by leaps and bounds.
But at this juncture, Schilsky"s voice was heard in the next room. It was raised and angry; it snarled at a waiter. Significant glances flew round the table: for the young man"s outbursts of temper were well known to all. He entered, making no response to the greetings that were offered him, displaying his anger with genial indifference to what others thought of him. To the PICCOLO he tossed coat and hat, and swore at the boy for not catching them. Then he let his loose-limbed body down on the vacant chair, and drank off the gla.s.s of PILSENER that was set before him.
There was a pause of embarra.s.sment. The next moment, however, several men spoke at once: Furst continued a story he was telling, some one else capped it, and the mirth these anecdotes provoked was more than ordinarily uproarious. Schilsky sat silent, letting his sullen mouth hang, and tapping the table with his fingers. Meanwhile, he emptied one gla.s.s of beer after another. The PICCOLO could hardly cope with the demands that were made on him, and staggered about, top-heavy, with his load of gla.s.ses.
But it was impossible to let the evening pa.s.s as flatly as this; besides, as the general hilarity increased, it made those present less sensitive to the mood of the guest of honour. Furst was a born speaker, and his heart was full. So, presently, he rose to his feet, struck his gla.s.s, and, in spite of Schilsky"s deepening scowl, held a flowery speech about his departing friend. The only answer Schilsky gave was a muttered request to cease making an idiot of himself.
This was going rather too far; but no one protested, except Ford, the pianist, who said in English: "Speesch? Call that a speesch?"
Furst, inclined in the first moment of rebuff to be touchy, allowed his natural goodness of heart to prevail. He leaned forward, and said, not without pathos: "Old man, we are all your friends here. Something"s the matter. Tell us what it is."
Before Schilsky could reply, Krafft awakened from his apparent stupor to say with extreme distinctness: "I"ll tell you. There"s been the devil to pay."
"Now, chuck it, Krafft!" cried one or two, not without alarm at the turn things might take.
But Schilsky, whose anger had begun to subside under the influence of the two litres he had drunk, said slowly and thickly: "Let him be. What he says is the truth--gospel truth."
"Oh, say, that"s to" bad!" cried one of the Americans--a lean man, with the mouth and chin of a Methodist.
All kept silence now, in the hope that Schilsky would continue. As he did not, but sat brooding, Furst, in his role of peacemaker, clapped him on the back. "Well, forget it for to-night, old man! What does it matter? To-morrow you"ll be miles away."
This struck a reminiscence in Ford, who forthwith tried to sing:
I"m off by the morning train, Across the raging main----
"That"s easily said!" Schilsky threw a dark look round the table. "By those who haven"t been through it. I have. And I"d rather have lost a hand."
Krafft laughed--that is to say, a cackle of laughter issued from his mouth, while his glazed eyes stared idiotically. "He shall tell us about it. Waiter, a round of SCHNAPS!"
"Shut up, Krafft!" said Furst uneasily.
"d.a.m.n you, Heinz!" cried Schilsky, striking the table. He swallowed his brandy at a gulp, and held out the gla.s.s to be refilled. His anger fell still more; he began to commiserate himself. "By h.e.l.l, I wish a plague would sweep every woman off the earth!"
"The deuce, why don"t you keep clear of them?"
Schilsky laughed, without raising his heavy eyes. "If they"d only give one the chance. d.a.m.n them all!--old and young----I say. If it weren"t for them, a man could lead a quiet life."
"It"ll all come out in the wash," consoled the American.
Maurice heard everything that pa.s.sed, distinctly; but the words seemed to be bandied at an immeasurable distance from him. He remained quite undisturbed, and would have felt like a G.o.d looking on at the doings of an infinitesimal world, had it not been for a wheel which revolved in his head, and hindered him from thinking connectedly. So far, drinking had brought him no pleasure; and he had sense enough to find the proximity of Ford disagreeable; for the latter spilt half the liquor he tried to swallow over himself, and half over his neighbour.
A fresh imprecation of Schilsky"s called forth more laughter. On its subsidence, Krafft awoke to his surroundings again. "What has the old woman given you?" he asked, with his strange precision of speech and his drunken eyes.
Schilsky struck the table with his fist. "Look at him!--shamming drunk, the b.i.t.c.h!" he cried.
"Never mind him; he don"t count. How much did she give you?"
"Oh, gee, go on!"
But Schilsky, turned sullen again, refused to answer.
"Out with it then, Krafft!--you know, you scoundrel, you!"
Krafft put his hand to the side of his mouth. "She gave him three thousand marks."
On all sides the exclamations flew.
"Oh, gee-henna!"
"Golly for her!"