"Oh no, impossible. He has no sensibility. You laugh? Well, yes, perhaps it's lucky."
During the next two or three days I was engaged almost unintermittently with business which followed me from home, and had no opportunity of seeing more of my friends. I regretted this the less, because I seemed now to be possessed of the state of affairs. I resigned myself to the necessity of a speedy return to Forstadt. Already Bederhof was in despair at my absence, and excuses failed me. I could not tell him that to return to Forstadt was to begin the preparations for execution; a point at which hesitation must be forgiven in the condemned. But before I went I had a talk with Wetter.
He stormed Vohrenlorf's defences and burst into my room late one night.
"So we're going back, sire?" he cried. "Back to our work, back to harness?"
"You're going too?" I asked quietly.
He threw back his hair from his forehead.
"Yes, I too," he said. "Struboff has paid me off; I have played, I have won, I am rich, I desire to serve my country. You don't appear pleased, sire?"
"When you serve your country, I have to set about saving mine," said I dryly.
"Oh, you'll be glad of the distraction of public affairs," he sneered.
"Madame Mansoni-Struboff has not fulfilled my hopes of her. I thought you'd have no leisure for politics for a long while to come."
"The pupil of Hammerfeldt speaks to me," he said with a smile. "You would be right, very likely, but for the fact that madame has dismissed me."
"You use a conventional phrase?"
