"Wips Seinsberg has died suddenly!" said Truyn.
"Poor devil!" said Oswald, with about as much sympathy as we feel for people not particularly congenial. "He was a good fellow, but somewhat vacillating! Ever since his marriage I have seen very little of him."
"Was he married?" asked Truyn, who, during his stay abroad, had lost sight of Wips Seinsberg.
"He married into trade," Oswald said curtly.
It is odd; elsewhere the daughters of tradesmen marry into the nobility;--in Austria the sons of the nobility marry into trade!
"Into trade?" Truyn repeated slowly, and interrogatively.
"What did he die of?" asked Pistasch.
"It does not say," replied Truyn re-reading the notice in the newspaper.
"Hm!--that looks suspicious," said Pistasch.