rooms. The first is a big room—a drawing-room with a piano in it. The next, also a large room, is the General's study. Here he was awaiting me, standing in the middle of the room in a majestic pose. De Grieux sat lolling on the sofa.
"Allow me to ask you, sir, what have you been about?" began the General, addressing me.
"I should be glad if you would go straight to the point, General," said I. "You probably mean to refer to my encounter with a German this morning?"
"A German? That German was Baron Burmerhelm, a very important personage! You insulted him and the Baroness."
"Not in the least."
"You alarmed them, sir!" cried the General.
"Not a bit of it. When I was in Berlin the sound was for ever in my ears of that ja wohl, continually repeated at every word and disgustingly drawled out by them. When I met them in the avenue that ja wohl suddenly came into my mind, I don't know why, and—well, it had an irritating effect on me… Besides, the Baroness, who has met me three times, has the habit of walking straight at me as though I were a worm who might be trampled underfoot. You must admit that I, too, may have my proper pride. I took off my hat and said politely (I assure you I said it politely): 'Madame, j'ai l'honneur d'être votre esclave.' When the Baron turned round and said, 'Hein!' I felt an impulse to shout, 'Ja wohl!' I shouted it twice: the first time in an ordinary tone, and the second—I drawled it as much as I could. That was all."
I must own I was intensely delighted at this extremely schoolboyish explanation. I had a strange desire to make the story as absurd as possible in the telling.
And as I went on, I got more and more to relish it.
"Are you laughing at me?" cried the General. He turned to the Frenchman and explained to him in French that I was positively going out of my way to provoke a scandal! De Grieux laughed contemptuously and shrugged his shoulders.
"Oh, don't imagine that; it was not so at all!" I cried. "My conduct was wrong, of course, I confess that with the utmost candour. My behaviour may even be called a stupid and improper schoolboy prank, but—nothing more. And do you know, General, I heartily regret it. But there is one circumstance which, to my mind at least, almost saves me from repentance. Lately, for the last fortnight, indeed, I've not been feeling well: I have felt ill, nervous, irritable, moody, and on
