He listened to hear if anything was stirring in the adjoining room. He heard nothing--nothing but the beating of his violently-agitated heart.
She was alone. She waited for his coming. Were the blissful days of Berkow really to return once more? Was really everything to end well, after all?
He listened. A door opened.
Probably a waiter, who has executed an order.
A deep male voice. The soft notes of a woman's voice.
The soft voice was Melitta's! But the other?
He listened. The voices rose, became more distinct.
A convulsive spasm flew across the features of the listener; a hoarse, unpleasant laugh broke from his lips. The man who was speaking so warmly to Melitta was Baron Oldenburg.
The sofa on which the two speakers were sitting, stood close against the door which led from one room to the other. Oswald could not hear everything they said, but why was that necessary? The meeting of the two in this remote little town, which had already once before been the scene of their stealthy rendezvous, spoke eloquently enough. He had been right, after all! The two had after all but made a fool of him! He had done Melitta no wrong which she had not inflicted on him also. They were quits.
A knock at the door.