"I think I have considered everything; and that is probably more than you can say."
They were standing somewhat apart from the others, speaking in low tones, and looking steadily into each other's eyes.
"Come, then," said Brandow.
"Who was that?" asked one of the gentlemen, whose autograph graced Brandow's betting-book.
"A famous fellow!" cried Gustav von Plüggen. "Old schoolmate of mine; celebrated artist; talked about him all yesterday evening at the chairman's! Protégé of Prince Prora's! Famous fellow! I'm going to have him paint me. In England every man of rank has himself painted with all his favorite horses and dogs, and all the rest of the family. Ever been in England, Kummerrow? Famous country--women, horses, sheep--everything famous!"
CHAPTER XXXIII.
They crossed the hall in silence, and, without exchanging a word, entered one of the rooms reserved for the private use of the members of the club, and which the servant opened for the two gentlemen at a sign from Brandow. A large hanging lamp, directly over a round table covered with green velvet, lighted the apartment tolerably well. Several arm-chairs, also covered with green velvet, stood around the table.
"I suppose we shall be entirely undisturbed here," said Gotthold.
"And I that the farce will not last long; you saw I was very busy."
Brandow, as if in a fit of impatience, had drawn one of the chairs away from the table and thrown himself into it, but it was by no accident that his face was thus in the shadow, while the light streamed full on Gotthold's.