Presented to her some years ago by a friend of hers at the dancing school, a chemist whose head she had turned. She had asked him to give her the pleasant drink.
"And you were going to take that stuff, you little goose, you?"
She looked at me with big glaring eyes and nodded two or three times.
I understood very well, and a shudder passed down my back. A fine bridal night it might have been!
"And now? What am I going to do with the two of you now?"
"Save us! Help us! Have mercy on us!"
They were on their knees before me, licking my hands.
And because I, as you know, gentlemen, am a professional good fellow, I devised a means of bringing my failure of a marriage to a speedy end.
John was ordered to hitch up, and fifteen minutes later, without any to-do, I was driving my twelve-hour bride to Gorowen to my sister, under whose protection she was to remain until the divorce had been decreed--under no circumstances would she return to her father's house.
Lothar asked me quite naïvely if he might not go with us.