It was just plain Dawn O'Hara, woman, who
witnessed that little tragedy. Mein Himmel! Are all
German husbands like that?"
"Not all. I have a very good friend named Max--"
"O, Max! Max is an angel husband. Fancy Max and
Norah waxing tragic on the subject of a gown! Now you--"
"I? Come, you are sworn to good-fellowship. As
one comrade to another, tell me, what sort of husband
do you think I should make, eh? The boorish
Nirlanger sort, or the charming Max variety. Come, tell
me--you who always have seemed so--so damnably able to
take care of yourself." His eyes were twinkling in the
maddening way they had.
I looked out across the lake to where a line of
white-caps was piling up formidably only to break in
futile wrath against the solid wall of the shore. And
there came over me an equally futile wrath; that savage,
unreasoning instinct in women which prompts them to hurt
those whom they love.
"Oh, you!" I began, with Von Gerhard's amused eyes
laughing down upon me. "I should say that you would be
more in the Nirlanger style, in your large, immovable,
Germansure way. Not that you would stoop to wrangle
about money or gowns, but that you would control those
things.
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