"Probably," said Hohenstein. "Where does the lady come from? Marzell's marriage was so sudden that one hardly knows anything about it."
"She is a kind of cousin of his," said Lothar, "with a Polish name, ending in 'ky' or 'ka,' and was formerly married to a Hungarian, who either died or was divorced from her. Marzell met her last year at Wiesbaden, and shortly afterwards they were betrothed and married."
"And where has he been hiding since?"
"He has been travelling with his bride. I must go over and see them in the next entr'acte. You will come, too?"
"Of course; this new addition to society must be inspected."
Bernhard Eichhof had taken no part in the conversation, but had frequently glanced towards the box where the persons under discussion were sitting. When, at the close of the act, the other two men arose, with the evident intention of visiting its occupants, he sat still, in apparent indecision.
"Well, are you not coming?" asked Lothar "Marzell is more your friend than ours. I confess I am going more from curiosity than from friendship."
Bernhard looked over at the box once more. "They are just rising; perhaps they are going to leave the house," he said, hesitating.
"Yes, they seem to be going," said Hohenstein, resuming his seat.
"Well, then, I will go and reconnoitre," said Lothar, "and if you see me in the box you two can come over."