When I left here
yesterday evening I looked in at the club, because I did not feel
well. I saw at once, from the sudden silence that fell when I
went in, that our American couple had been the subject of
conversation. Then that impudent newspaper fellow, Hammer, came
in and congratulated me at the top of his voice on the return of
my rich cousin.
Bernick: Rich?
Hilmar: Those were his words. Naturally I looked him up and down
in the manner he deserved, and gave him to understand that I knew
nothing about Johan Tonnesen's being rich. "Really," he said,
"that is very remarkable. People usually get on in America when
they have something to start with, and I believe your cousin did
not go over there quite empty-handed."
Bernick: Hm--now will you oblige me by--
Mrs. Bernick (distressed): There, you see, Karsten!
Hilmar: Anyhow, I have spent a sleepless night because of them.
And here he is, walking about the streets as if nothing were the
matter. Why couldn't he disappear for good and all? It really is
insufferable how hard some people are to kill.
Mrs. Bernick: My dear Hilmar, what are you saying P
Hilmar: Oh, nothing.
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