Part 19 (1/2)
He was in the middle of the quay--erect, booted, a head higher than his victim, as it were surrounded by sunlight, with flas.h.i.+ng eyes, the lower lids and the corners of his lips wrinkled by anger; and those who called him ”Death's Head” must have caught a glimpse of him like that.
The loafers who had hurried up to witness the scene and formed a circle, stood aside at the order of the lieutenant, and let the soldier pa.s.s through, who was trying not to pull the reins too hard.
Then, as a certain number of them remained gathered together, either silent or merely muttering their opinion, Farnow, turning on his heels and crossing his arms, looked at them one after the other. The little bank clerk went by first, adjusting his eyegla.s.ses; then the milk-woman with her copper pot on her hip pa.s.sed on by herself, shrugged her shoulders, ogling Farnow; then the butcher who had come from the neighbouring shop; then two boatmen who tried to look as if they did not care, although both had flushed faces; then the urchins who at first wanted to cry, and who now nudged each other and went off laughing. The officer drew near to his companion, who had remained on the left near the ca.n.a.l.
”I think you went a little too far,” said Oberle. ”What you have just done is forbidden by the Emperor's express orders. You risk a reprimand.”
”That is the only way to treat those brutes!” said Farnow, his eyes still blazing. ”Besides, believe me, he has already pa.s.sed on my blow to his horses, and to-morrow he will have forgotten all about it.”
The two young men walked side by side to the University gardens, without speaking to each other, thinking over what had just happened. Farnow put on a new pair of gloves to replace the others, probably soiled by the soldier's cheek. He bent towards Jean, saying gravely and with evident conviction:
”You were very young when I met you, my dear fellow. We shall have to tell each other a few things before we shall know exactly our respective opinions on many points.
”But I am astonished that you have not yet perceived, you who have stayed so long in all the German provinces, that we were born to conquer the world, and that conquerors are never gentle men, nor ever perfectly just.”
He added, after a few steps:
”I should be vexed if I have hurt your feelings, Oberle; but I cannot hide from you that I do not regret what I did. Only understand that behind my anger there is discipline, the inviolable prestige and dignity of the army of which I am a unit. Do not report the incident to your people, dear fellow, without also adding the excuse _for_ it. That would mean to betray a friend. Well, good-bye.”
He held out his hand. His blue eyes lost for the moment something of their haughty indifference.
”Good-bye, Oberle! Here is the door of your Clerk of the Forests.”
CHAPTER IX
THE MEETING
Jean came back in fairly good time to the Strasburg station and took the train to Obernai, where he had left his bicycle. While going from Obernai to Alsheim he saw in the meadows through which the Dachs ran, near Bernhardsweiler, a second stork--motionless on one leg.
This was the first thing he told Lucienne, whom he met under the trees in the park. She was reading, and wore a grey linen dress with lace on the bodice. When she heard the noise of the bicycle on the gravel she lifted her intelligent eyes, smiling.
”My dear, how I have missed you. What in the world makes you go away so constantly?”
”I make discoveries, dear sister. First, I have seen two storks, arriving on the sacred day--April 23--punctual as lawyers.”
A slight pout of her red lips showed that the news did not interest her much.
”Then?”
”I spent three hours in the offices of the Forest Conservators, where I learned that----”
”You can tell all that to father,” she interrupted. ”I see so much wood here, living and dead, that I have no wish to occupy my mind with it unnecessarily. Tell me some Strasburg news, or about some costumes, or some conversation you had with some one in society.”
”That is true,” said the young man, laughing. ”I did meet some one.”
”Interesting?”
”Yes; an old acquaintance of Munich, a lieutenant in the Hussars.”
”Lieutenant von Farnow?”