“Why do you like him, Gustav?”
“Like him? Oh, he is useful. A good judge of music, and—many things.”
“I think he is hateful.”
Fiorsen laughed.
“Hateful? Why hateful, my Gyp? He is a good friend. And he admires you—oh, he admires you very much! He has success with women. He always says, 'J'ai une technique merveilleuse pour seduire une femme.'”
Gyp laughed.
“Ugh! He's like a toad, I think.”
“Ah, I shall tell him that! He will be flattered.”
“If you do; if you give me away—I—”
He jumped up and caught her in his arms; his face was so comically compunctious that she calmed down at once. She thought over her words afterwards and regretted them. All the same, Rosek was a sneak and a cold sensualist, she was sure. And the thought that he had been spying at their little house tarnished her anticipations of homecoming.