Theresa took an invoice of the damage the mob had done: she felt that Jason Philip was a ruined man.
As he lay stretched out in bed, Jason Philip said: “The first thing I want to do is to have a serious, heart-to-heart talk with Baron Auffenberg. The Liberal Party is going to take direct action against the impudence of the lower classes, or it is going to lose a constituent.”
“How many quarts of beer did you drink?” asked Theresa from the depths of the pillows.
“Two.”
“You are a liar.”
“Well, possibly I drank three,” replied Jason Philip with a yawn. “But to accuse a man of my standing of lying on such small grounds is an act of perfidy such as only an uncultured woman like yourself could be brought to commit.”
Theresa blew out the candle.
II
Baron Siegmund von Auffenberg had returned from Munich, where he had had an interview with the Minister.
He had also seen a great many other people in the presence of whom he was condescending, jovial, and witty. His amiability was proverbial.