There was a mist in the prominent eyes of the older man. There was a faint smile on the large mouth of the younger, a smile pregnant with sadness.
“Goodbye, mein lieber Herr Zorn,” murmured the older man.
There was emotion in his voice, tenderness in his tone, sorrow on his face.
“Adieu,” muttered the young man; an involuntary sigh escaped his lips.
Their hands remained clasped.
“I hope success will meet you wherever you turn,” the older resumed affectionately. “I hope your enemies will have no occasion to rejoice——”
A smile again appeared on the young man’s pale face, a cynical smile that only touched the iris of his eyes and the corners of his mouth.
“Don’t worry, lieber Hirsch. Sie werden noch von mir hören!” (You will hear from me yet!)
A sympathetic pressure of their hands and they both smiled.
The young man jumped into the vehicle, the driver slightly rose in his seat and clacked his tongue, the horses moved.