“You have advised me to make no rash vows,” said Hildegarde. “The wisest thing we could both do would be never to look at or speak to each other again.”
“Perhaps you are right,” said Hamilton, gravely, “but such wisdom is too great for me——”
She left the room while he was speaking, without even looking at him.
“Zedwitz and his sister were totally mistaken,” thought Hamilton, “but I am determined, since they have put it into my head, to make her like me!”
CHAPTER XIII.
A TRUCE.
“Does Mr. Rosenberg never spend his evenings at home?” asked Hamilton, after having waited three weeks in expectation of becoming better acquainted with him.
“Oh, no; what could he do at home?” asked his wife, seemingly surprised at the question.
Hamilton was silent; he remembered that he had never seen Mr. Rosenberg converse with his wife.
“He never drinks his beer or reads the papers at home,” she continued; “but you can go out with him whenever you like—I wonder you do not, for it is very natural that you should find it dull here when you cannot go to the theatre.”