somebodyelse
had
been
found
.
Her
pretension
to
heroic
attachment
was
compromised
.
Should
not
he
put
in
for
the
vacated
berth
?
He
had
an
air
of
welcoming
Kreisler
.
“
Make
yourself
at
home
;
don’t
mind
me
,
”
his
manner
said
.
As
to
showing
him
over
the
premises
he
was
taking
possession
of
—
he
had
made
the
inspection
,
himself
,
no
doubt
!
“
We
have
a
mutual
friend
,
Lowndes
,
”
Tarr
said
to
Kreisler
,
pleasantly
.
“
A
week
or
two
ago
he
was
going
to
introduce
me
to
you
,
but
it
was
fated
—
—
”
“
Ah
,
yes
,
Lowndes
,
”
said
Kreisler
,
“
I
know
him
.
”
“
Has
he
left
Paris
,
do
you
know
?
”
“
I
think
not
.
I
thought
I
saw
him
yesterday
,
there
,
in
the
Boulevard
du
Paradis
.
”
Kreisler
nodded
over
his
shoulder
,
indicating
precisely
the
spot
on
which
they
had
met
.
His
gesture
implied
that
Lowndes
might
still
be
found
thereabout
.
Bertha
shrank
in
“
subtle
”
pantomime
from
their
affability
.
Prom
the
glances
she
pawed
her
German
friend
with
,
he
must
deserve
nothing
but
horrified
avoidance
.
Sorbert’s
astute
and
mischievous
way
of
saddling
her
with
Kreisler
,
accepting
their
being
together
as
the
most
natural
thing
in
life
,
roused
her
combativity
.
Tarr
honoured
him
,
clearly
out
of
politeness
to
her
.
Very
well
:
all
she
could
do
for
the
moment
was
to
be
noticeably
distant
with
Kreisler
.
She
must
display
towards
him
the
disgust
and
reprobation
that
Tarr
should
feel
,
and
which
he
refused
,
in
order
to
vex
her
.
Kreisler
during
the
last
few
days
had
persisted
and
persisted
.
He
had
displayed
some
cleverness
in
his
choice
of
means
.
As
a
result
of
overtures
and
manoeuvres
,
Bertha
had
now
consented
to
see
him
.
Her
demoralization
was
complete
.
She
could
not
stand
up
any
longer
against
the
result
,
personified
by
Kreisler
,
of
her
idiotic
actions
.
At
present
she
transferred
her
self-hatred
from
herself
to
Kreisler
.
Tarr’s
former
relations
with
Bertha
were
known
to
him
.
He
resented
the
Englishman’s
air
of
proprietorship
,
the
sort
of
pleasant
“
handing-over
”
that
was
going
on
.
It
had
for
object
,
he
thought
,
to
cheapen
his
little
success
.
“
I
don’t
think
,
Herr
Kreisler
,
I’ll
come
to
dinner
after
all
.
”
She
stood
still
and
rolled
her
eyes
wildly
in
several
directions
,
and
stuck
one
of
her
hands
stiffly
out
from
her
side
.
“
Very
well
,
Fraulein
,
”
he
replied
evenly
.
—
The
dismissal
annoyed
him
.
His
eyes
took
in
Tarr
compendiously
in
passing
.
Was
this
a
resuscitation
of
old
love
at
his
expense
?
Tarr
had
perhaps
come
to
claim
his
property
.
This
was
not
the
way
that
is
usually
done
.
“
Adieu
,
Herr
Kreisler
,
”
sounded
like
his
dismissal
.
A
“
never
let
me
see
you
again
;
understand
that
here
things
end
!
”
was
written
baldly
in
her
very
bald
eyes
.
With
irony
he
bid
good
day
to
Tarr
.
“
I
hope
we
shall
meet
again
”
:
Tarr
shook
him
warmly
by
the
hand
.
“
It
is
likely
,
”
Kreisler
replied
at
once
.
As
yet
Kreisler
was
undisturbed
.
He
intended
not
to
relinquish
his
acquaintance
with
Bertha
Lunken
.
If
the
Englishman’s
amiability
were
a
polite
way
of
reclaiming
property
left
owner-less
and
therefore
susceptible
of
new
rights
being
deployed
as
regards
it
,
then
in
time
those
later
rights
would
be
vindicated
.
Kreisler’s
first
impression
of
Tarr
was
not
flattering
.
But
no
doubt
they
would
meet
again
,
as
he
had
said
.
CHAPTER
III
Bertha
held
out
her
hand
brutally
,
in
a
sort
of
spasm
of
will
:
said
,
in
the
voice
of
“
finality
,
”
“
Good-bye
,
Sorbet
:
good-bye
!
”
He
did
not
take
it
.
She
left
it
there
a
moment
,
saying
again
,
“
Good-bye
!
”
“
Good-bye
,
if
you
like
,
”
he
said
at
length
.
“
But
I
see
no
reason
why
we
should
part
in
this
manner
.
If
Kreisler
wouldn’t
mind
”
—
he
looked
after
him
—
“
we
might
go
for
a
little
walk
.
Or
will
you
come
and
have
an
aperitif
?
”
“
No
,
Sorbert
,
I’d
rather
not
.
—
Let
us
say
good-bye
at
once
;
will
you
?
”
“
My
dear
girl
,
don’t
be
so
silly
'
”
He
took
her
arm
and
dragged
her
towards
a
cafe
,
the
first
on
the
boulevard
they
were
approaching
.
She
hung
back
,
prolonging
the
personal
contact
,
yet
pretending
to
be
resisting
it
with
,
wonder
.
“
I
can’t
,
Sorbert
.
Je
ne
peux
pas
!
”
purring
her
lips
out
and
rolling
her
eyes
.
She
went
to
the
café
in
the
end
.
For
some
time
conversation
hung
back
.
“
How
is
Fraulein
Lipmann
getting
on
?
”
“
I
don’t
know
.
I
haven’t
seen
her
.
”
“
Ah
!
”
Tarr
felt
he
had
five
pieces
to
play
.
He
had
played
one
.
The
other
four
he
toyed
with
in
a
lazy
way
.
“
Van
Bencke
?
”
“
I
have
not
seen
her
.
”
That
left
three
.
“
How
is
Isolde
?
”
“
I
don’t
know
.
”
“
Seen
the
Kinderbachs
?
”
“
One
of
them
.
”
“
How
is
Clara
?
”
“
Clara
?
She
is
quite
well
,
I
think
.
”
The
solder
for
the
pieces
of
this
dialogue
was
a
dreary
grey
matter
that
Bertha
supplied
.
Their
talk
was
an
unnecessary
column
on
the
top
of
which
she
perched
herself
with
glassy
quietude
.
She
turned
to
him
abruptly
as
though
he
had
been
hiding
behind
her
,
and
tickling
her
neck
with
a
piece
of
feather-grass
.
“
Why
did
you
leave
me
,
Sorbert
?
—
Why
did
you
leave
me
?
”
He
filled
his
pipe
,
and
then
said
,
feeling
like
a
bad
actor
:
“
I
went
away
at
that
particular
moment
,
as
you
know
,
because
I
had
heard
that
Herr
Kreisler
—
—
”
“
Don’t
speak
to
me
about
Kreisler
—
don’t
mention
his
name
,
I
beg
you
.
—
I
hate
that
man
.
—
Ugh
!
”
Genuine
vehemence
made
Tarr
have
a
look
at
her
.
Of
course
she
would
say
that
.
She
was
using
too
much
genuineness
,
though
,
not
to
be
rather
flush
of
it
for
the
moment
.
“
But
I
don’t
see
—
—
”
“
Don’t
;
don’t
!
”
She
sat
up
suddenly
in
her
chair
and
shook
her
finger
in
his
face
.
“
If
you
mention
Kreisler
again
,
Sorbert
,
I
shall
hate
you
too
!
I
especially
pray
you
not
to
mention
him
.
”
She
collapsed
,
mouth
drawn
down
at
corners
.
“
As
you
like
.
”
In
insisting
he
would
appear
to
be
demanding
an
explanation
.
Any
hint
of
exceptional
claims
on
her
confidence
must
be
avoided
.
“
Why
did
you
leave
me
?
—
You
don’t
know
.
—
I
have
been
mad
ever
since
.
One
is
as
helpless
as
can
be
—
When
you
are
here
once
more
,
I
feel
how
weak
I
am
without
you
.
It
has
not
been
fair
.
I
have
felt
just
as
though
I
had
got
out
of
a
sick-bed
.
I
am
not
BLAMING
you
.
”
They
went
to
Flobert’s
from
the
café
A
It
was
after
nine
o’clock
,
and
the
place
was
empty
.
She
bought
a
wing
of
chicken
;
at
a
dairy
some
salad
and
eggs
;
two
rolls
at
the
baker’s
,
to
make
a
cold
supper
at
home
.
It
was
more
than
she
would
need
for
herself
.
Sorbert
did
not
offer
to
share
the
expense
.
At
the
gate
leading
to
her
house
he
left
her
.
Immediately
afterwards
,
walking
towards
the
terminus
of
the
Montmartre
omnibus
,
he
realized
that
he
was
well
in
the
path
that
led
away
,
as
he
had
not
done
while
still
with
her
.
He
was
glad
and
sorry
,
doing
homage
to
her
and
the
future
together
.
She
had
a
fascination
as
a
moribund
Bertha
.
The
immobile
short
sunset
of
their
friendship
should
be
enjoyed
.
A
rich
throwing
up
and
congesting
of
souvenirs
on
this
threshold
were
all
the
better
for
the
weak
and
silly
sun
.
Oh
what
a
delightful
,
imperturbable
clockwork
orb
!
The
next
day
he
again
made
his
way
across
Paris
from
Montmartre
at
a
rather
earlier
hour
.
He
invited
himself
to
tea
with
her
.
They
talked
as
though
posing
for
their
late
personalities
.
He
took
up
deliberately
one
or
two
controversial
o
points
.
In
a
spirit
of
superfluous
courtesy
he
went
back
to
the
subject
of
several
of
their
old
typical
disputes
,
and
argued
against
himself
.
All
their
difficulties
seemed
swept
away
in
a
relaxed
humid
atmosphere
,
most
painful
and
disagreeable
to
her
.
He
agreed
entirely
with
her
,
now
agreeing
no
longer
meant
anything
!
But
the
key
was
elsewhere
.
Enjoyment
of
and
acquiescence
in
everything
Berthaesque
and
Teutonic
was
where
it
was
to
be
found
.
Just
as
now
he
went
to
see
Bertha’s
very
German
friends
,
and
said
“
How
delightful
”
to
himself
,
so
he
appeared
to
be
resolved
to
come
back
for
a
week
or
two
and
to
admire
everything
formerly
he
had
found
most
irritating
in
Bertha
herself
.
Before
retiring
definitely
,
like
a
man
who
hears
that
the
rind
of
the
fruit
he
has
just
been
eating
is
good
,
and
comes
back
to
his
plate
to
devour
the
part
he
had
discarded
,
Tarr
returned
to
have
a
last
tankard
of
German
beer
.
Or
still
nearer
the
figure
,
his
claim
in
the
unexceptionable
part
of
her
now
lapsed
,
he
had
returned
demanding
to
be
allowed
to
live
just
a
little
while
longer
on
the
absurd
and
disagreeable
section
.
Bertha
suffered
,
on
her
side
,
more
than
all
the
rest
of
the
time
she
had
spent
with
him
put
together
.
To
tell
the
whole
Kreisler
story
might
lead
to
a
fight
.
It
was
too
late
now
.
She
could
not
,
she
felt
,
in
honour
,
seek
to
re-entangle
Tarr
,
nor
could
she
disown
Kreisler
.
She
had
been
found
with
Kreisler
:
she
had
no
means
of
keeping
him
away
for
good
.
An
attempt
at
suppressing
him
might
produce
any
result
.
Should
she
have
been
able
,
or
desired
to
resume
her
relations
with
Tarr
,
Kreisler
would
not
have
left
him
uninformed
of
things
that
had
happened
,
shown
in
the
most
uncongenial
light
.
If
left
alone
,
and
not
driven
away
like
a
dog
,
he
might
gradually
quiet
down
and
disappear
.
Sorbert
would
be
gone
,
too
,
by
that
time
!
Their
grand
,
never-to-be-forgotten
friendship
was
ending
in
shabby
shallows
.
Tarr
had
the
best
role
,
and
did
not
deserve
it
.
Kreisler
was
the
implacable
remote
creditor
of
the
situation
.
CHAPTER
IV
Tarr
left
Bertha
punctually
at
seven
.
She
looked
very
ill.
He
resolved
not
to
go
there
any
more
.
He
felt
upset
.
Lejeune’s
,
when
he
got
there
,
was
full
of
Americans
.
It
was
like
having
dinner
among
a
lot
of
canny
children
.
Kreisler
was
not
there
.
He
went
on
a
hunt
for
him
afterwards
,
and
r
n
him
to
earth
at
the
Cafe
de
l’Aigle
.
Kreisler
was
not
cordial
.
He
emitted
sounds
of
surprise
,
shuffled
his
feet
and
blinked
.
But
Tarr
sat
down
in
front
of
him
on
his
own
initiative
.
Then
Kreisler
,
calling
the
garçon
,
offered
him
a
drink
.
Afterwards
he
settled
down
to
contemplate
Bertha’s
Englishman
,
and
await
developments
.
He
was
always
rather
softer
with
people
with
whom
he
could
converse
in
his
own
harsh
tongue
.
The
causes
at
the
root
of
Tarr’s
present
thrusting
of
himself
upon
Kreisler
were
the
same
as
his
later
visits
at
the
Lipmann’s
.
A
sort
of
bath
of
Germans
was
his
prescription
for
himself
,
a
voluptuous
immersion
.
To
heighten
the
effect
,
he
was
being
German
himself
:
being
Bertha
as
well
.
But
he
was
more
German
than
the
Germans
.
Many
aspects
of
his
conduct
were
so
un-German
that
Kreisler
did
not
recognize
the
portrait
or
hail
him
as
a
fellow
.
Successive
lovers
of
a
certain
woman
fraternizing
;
husbands
hobnobbing
with
their
wives’
lovers
or
husbands
of
their
unmarried
days
is
a
commonplace
of
German
or
Scandinavian
society
.
Kreisler
had
not
returned
to
Bertha’s
.
He
was
too
lazy
to
plan
conscientiously
.
But
he
concluded
that
she
had
better
be
given
scope
for
anything
the
return
of
Tarr
might
suggest
.
He
,
Otto
Kreisler
,
might
be
supposed
no
longer
to
exist
.
His
mind
was
working
up
again
for
some
truculent
action
.
Tarr
was
no
obstacle
.
He
would
just
walk
through
Tarr
like
a
ghost
when
he
saw
fit
to
“
advance
”
again
.
“
You
met
Lowndes
in
Rome
,
didn’t
you
1
”
Tarr
asked
him
.
Kreisler
nodded
.
“
Have
you
seen
Fraulein
Lunken
to-day
?
”
“
No.
”
As
Tarr
was
coming
to
the
point
Kreisler
condescended
to
speak
:
“
I
shall
see
her
to-morrow
morning
.
”
A
space
for
protest
or
comment
seemed
to
be
left
after
this
sentence
,
in
Kreisler’s
still
very
“
speaking
”
expression
.
Tarr
smiled
at
the
tone
of
this
piece
of
information
.
Kreisler
at
once
grinned
,
mockingly
,
in
return
.
“
You
can
get
out
of
your
head
any
idea
that
I
have
turned
up
to
interfere
with
your
proceedings
,
”
Tarr
then
said
.
“
Affairs
lie
entirely
between
Fraulein
Lunken
and
yourself
.
”
Kreisler
met
this
assurance
truculently
.
“
You
could
not
interfere
with
my
proceedings
.
I
do
what
I
want
to
do
in
this
life
!
”
“
How
splendid
.
Wunderbar
!
I
admire
you
!
”
“
Your
admiration
is
not
asked
for
!
”
“
It
leaps
up
involuntarily
!
Prosit
!
But
I
did
not
mean
,
Herr
Kreisler
,
that
my
desire
to
interfere
,
had
such
desire
existed
,
would
have
been
tolerated
.
Oh
,
no
!
I
meant
that
no
such
desire
existing
,
we
had
no
cause
for
quarrel
.
Prosit
!
”
Tarr
again
raised
his
glass
expectantly
and
coaxingly
,
peering
steadily
at
the
German
.
He
said
,
“
Prosit
”
as
he
would
have
said
,
“
Peep-oh
!
”
“
Prosit
!
”
Kreisler
answered
with
alarming
suddenness
,
and
an
alarming
diabolical
smile
.
“
Prosit
!
”
.
with
finality
.
He
put
his
glass
down
.
“
That
is
all
right
.
I
have
no
desire
,
”
he
wiped
and
struck
up
his
moustaches
,
“
to
quarrel
with
anybody
.
I
wish
to
be
left
alone
.
That
is
all
.
”
“
To
be
left
alone
to
enjoy
your
friendship
with
Bertha
—
that
is
your
meaning
?
Am
I
not
right
?
I
see
.
”
“
That
is
my
business
.
I
wish
to
be
left
alone
.
”
“
Of
course
it’s
your
business
,
my
dear
chap
.
Have
another
drink
!
”
He
called
the
garçon
.
Kreisler
agreed
to
another
drink
.
Why
was
this
Englishman
sitting
there
and
talking
to
him
?
It
was
in
the
German
style
and
yet
it
wasn’t
.
Was
Kreisler
to
be
shifted
,
was
he
meant
to
go
?
Had
the
task
of
doing
this
been
put
on
Bertha’s
shoulders
?
Had
Tarr
come
there
to
ask
him
,
or
in
the
hope
that
he
would
volunteer
a
promise
,
never
to
see
Bertha
again
?
On
the
other
hand
,
was
he
being
approached
by
Tarr
in
the
capacity
of
an
old
friend
of
Bertha’s
,
or
in
her
interests
or
at
her
instigation
?
With
frowning
impatience
he
bent
forward
quickly
once
or
twice
,
asking
Tarr
to
repeat
some
remark
.
Tarr’s
German
was
not
good
.
Several
glasses
of
beer
,
and
Kreisler
became
engagingly
expansive
.
‘
‘
Have
you
ever
been
to
England
?
’
’
Tarr
asked
him
.
“
England
?
—
No
—
I
should
like
to
go
there
!
I
like
Englishmen
!
I
feel
I
should
get
on
better
with
them
than
with
these
French
.
I
hate
the
French
!
They
are
all
actors
.
”
.
“
You
should
go
to
London
.
”
“
Ah
,
to
London
.
Yes
,
I
should
go
to
London
!
It
must
be
a
wonderful
town
!
I
have
often
meant
to
go
there
.
Is
it
expensive
?
”
“
The
journey
?
”
“
Well
,
life
there
.
Dearer
than
it
is
here
,
I
have
been
told
.
”
Kreisler
forgot
his
circumstances
for
the
moment
.
The
Englishman
seemed
to
have
hit
on
a
means
of
escape
for
him
.
He
had
never
thought
of
England
!
A
hazy
notion
of
its
untold
wealth
made
it
easier
for
him
to
put
aside
momentarily
the
fact
of
his
tottering
finances
.
Perhaps
this
Englishman
had
been
sent
him
by
the
Schicksal
.
He
had
always
got
on
well
with
Englishmen
!
The
peculiar
notion
then
crossed
his
mind
that
Tarr
perhaps
wanted
to
get
him
out
of
Paris
,
and
had
come
to
make
him
some
offer
of
hospitality
in
England
.
In
a
bargaining
spirit
he
began
to
run
England
down
.
He
must
not
appear
too
anxious
to
go
there
.
“
They
say
,
though
,
things
have
changed
.
England’s
not
what
it
was
,
”
he
said
.
“
No.
But
it
has
changed
for
the
better
.
”
“
I
don’t
believe
it
!
”
“
Quite
true
.
The
last
time
I
was
there
it
had
improved
so
much
that
I
thought
of
stopping
.
Merry
England
is
foutu
!
There
won’t
be
a
regular
Pub
.
in
the
whole
country
in
fifty
years
.
Art
will
flourish
!
There’s
not
a
real
gipsy
left
in
the
country
.
The
sham
art-ones
are
dwindling
!
”
“
Are
the
Zigeuner
disappearing
?
”
“
Je
vous
crois
!
Rather
!
”
“
The
only
Englishmen
I
know
are
very
sympathisch
.
”
They
pottered
about
on
the
subject
of
England
for
some
time
.
Kreisler
was
very
tickled
with
the
idea
of
England
.
“
English
women
—
what
are
they
like
?
”
Kreisler
then
asked
with
a
grin
.
Their
relations
made
this
subject
delightfully
delicate
and
yet
,
Kreisler
thought
,
very
natural
.
This
Englishman
was
evidently
a
description
of
pander
,
and
no
doubt
he
would
be
as
inclined
to
be
hospitable
with
his
countrywomen
in
the
abstract
as
with
his
late
fiancee
in
material
detail
.
“
A
friend
of
mine
who
had
been
there
told
me
they
were
very
‘
pretty
’
”
—
he
pronounced
the
English
word
with
mincing
slowness
and
mischievous
interrogation
marks
in
his
distorted
face
.
“
Your
friend
did
not
exaggerate
.
They
are
like
languid
nectarines
!
You
would
enjoy
yourself
there
.
”
“
But
I
can’t
speak
English
—
only
a
little
.
‘
I
spik
Ingleesh
a
leetle
,
’
”
he
attempted
with
pleasure
.
“
Very
good
!
You’d
get
on
splendidly
!
”
Kreisler
brushed
his
moustaches
up
,
sticking
his
lips
out
in
a
hard
gluttonous
way
.
Tarr
watched
him
with
sympathetic
curiosity
.
“
But
—
my
friend
told
me
—
they’re
not
—
very
easy
?
They
are
great
flirts
.
So
far
—
and
then
bouf
!
You
are
sent
flying
!
”
“
You
would
not
find
anything
to
compare
with
the
facilities
of
your
own
country
.
But
you
would
not
wish
for
that
?
”
“
No
?
—
But
,
tell
me
,
then
,
they
are
cold
?
—
They
are
of
a
calculating
nature
?
”
“
They
are
practical
,
I
suppose
,
up
to
a
certain
point
.
But
you
must
go
and
see
.
”
Kreisler
ruminated
.
“
What
do
you
find
particularly
attractive
about
Bertha
?
”
Tarr
asked
in
a
discursive
way
.
“
I
ask
you
as
a
German
.
I
have
often
wondered
what
a
German
would
think
of
her
.
”
Kreisler
looked
at
him
with
resentful
uncertainty
for
a
moment
.
“
You
want
to
know
what
I
think
of
the
Lunken
?
—
She’s
a
sly
prostitute
,
that’s
what
she
is
!
”
he
announced
loudly
and
challengingly
.
“
Ah
!
”
When
he
had
given
Tarr
time
for
any
possible
demonstration
,
he
thawed
into
his
sociable
self
.
He
then
added
:
“
She’s
not
a
bad
girl
!
But
she
tricked
you
,
my
friend
!
She
never
cared
that
”
—
he
snapped
his
fingers
inexpertly
—
“
for
you
!
She
told
me
so
!
”
“
Really
?
That’s
interesting
.
—
But
I
expect
you’re
only
telling
lies
.
All
Germans
do
!
”
“
All
Germans
lie
?
”
“
‘
Deutsches
Volk
—
the
folk
that
deceives
!
’
is
your
philosopher
Nietzsche’s
account
of
the
origin
of
the
word
Deutsch
.
”
'
Kreisler
sulked
a
moment
till
he
had
recovered
.
“
No.
We
don’t
lie
!
Why
should
we
?
We’re
not
afraid
of
the
truth
,
so
why
should
we
?
”
“
Perhaps
,
as
a
tribe
,
you
lied
to
begin
with
,
but
have
now
given
it
up
?
”
“
What
?
”
“
That
may
be
the
explanation
of
Nietzsche’s
etymology
.
Although
he
seemed
very
stimulated
at
the
idea
of
your
national
certificate
of
untruthfulness
.
He
felt
that
,
as
a
true
patriot
,
he
should
react
against
your
blue
eyes
,
beer
,
and
childish
frankness
.
”
“
Quatsch
!
Nietzsche
was
always
paradoxal
.
He
would
say
anything
to
amuse
himself
.
You
English
are
the
greatest
liars
and
hypocrites
on
this
earth
!
”
“
‘
See
the
Continental
Press
’
!
You
should
not
swallow
that
rubbish
.
I
only
dispute
your
statement
because
I
know
it
is
not
first-hand
.
What
I
mean
about
the
Germans
was
that
,
like
the
Jews
,
they
are
extremely
proud
of
success
in
deceit
.
No
enthusiasm
of
that
sort
exists
in
England
.
Hypocrisy
is
usually
a
selfish
stupidity
,
rather
than
the
result
of
cunning
.
”
“
The
English
are
stupid
hypocrites
then
!
We
agree
.
Prosit
!
”
“
The
Germans
are
uncouth
but
zealous
liars
!
Prosit
!
”
He
offered
Kreisler
a
cigarette
.
A
pause
occurred
to
allow
the
acuter
national
susceptibilities
to
cool
.
“
You
haven’t
yet
given
me
your
opinion
of
Bertha
.
You
permitted
yourself
a
truculent
flourish
that
evaded
the
question
.
”
“
I
wish
to
evade
the
question
.
—
I
told
you
that
she
has
tricked
you
.
She
is
very
malin
!
She
is
tricking
me
now
;
or
she
is
trying
to
.
She
Will
not
succeed
with
me
!
‘
When
you
go
to
take
a
woman
you
should
be
careful
not
to
forget
your
whip
!
’
That
Nietzsche
said
too
!
”
“
Are
you
going
to
give
her
a
beating
?
”
Tarr
asked
.
Kreisler
laughed
in
a
ferocious
and
ironical
manner
.
“
You
consider
that
you
are
being
fooled
,
in
some
way
,
by
Fräulein
Lunken
?
”
“
She
would
if
she
could
.
She
is
nothing
but
deceit
.
She
is
a
snake
.
Pfui
!
”
“
You
consider
her
a
very
cunning
and
double-faced
woman
?
”
Kreisler
nodded
sulkily
.
“
With
the
soul
of
a
prostitute
?
”
“
She
has
an
innocent
face
,
like
a
Madonna
.
But
she
is
a
prostitute
.
I
have
the
proofs
of
it
!
”
“
In
what
way
has
she
tricked
me
?
”
“
In
the
way
that
women
always
trick
men
!
”
With
resentment
partly
and
with
hard
picturesque
levity
Kreisler
met
Tarr’s
discourse
.
This
solitary
drinker
,
particularly
shabby
,
who
could
be
“
dismissed
”
so
easily
,
whom
Bertha
with
accents
of
sincerity
,
“
hated
,
hated
!
”
was
so
different
to
the
sort
of
man
that
Tarr
expected
might
attract
her
,
that
he
began
to
wonder
.
A
certain
satisfaction
accompanied
these
observations
.
For
that
week
he
saw
Kreisler
nearly
every
day
.
A
partie
à
trois
then
began
.
Bertha
(
whom
Tarr
saw
constantly
too
)
did
not
actually
refuse
admittance
to
Kreisler
(
although
he
usually
had
first
to
knock
a
good
many
times
)
,
yet
she
prayed
him
repeatedly
not
to
come
any
more
.
Standing
always
in
a
drooping
and
desperate
condition
before
him
,
she
did
her
best
to
avert
a
new
outburst
on
his
part
.
She
sought
to
mollify
him
as
much
as
was
consistent
with
the
most
absolute
refusal
.
Tarr
,
unaware
of
how
things
actually
stood
,
seconded
his
successor
.
Kreisler
,
on
his
side
,
was
rendered
obstinate
by
her
often
tearful
refusal
to
have
anything
more
whatever
to
do
with
him
.
He
had
come
to
regard
Tarr
as
part
of
Bertha
,
a
sort
of
masculine
extension
of
her
.
At
the
café
he
would
look
out
for
him
,
and
drink
deeply
in
his
presence
.
“
I
will
have
her
.
I
will
have
her
!
”
he
once
shouted
towards
the
end
of
the
evening
,
springing
up
and
calling
loudly
for
the
garçon
.
It
was
all
Tarr
could
do
to
prevent
him
from
going
,
with
assurances
of
intercession
.
'
His
suspicions
of
Tarr
at
last
awoke
once
more
.
What
was
the
meaning
of
this
Englishman
always
there
?
What
was
he
there
for
?
If
it
had
not
been
for
him
,
several
times
he
would
have
rushed
off
and
had
his
way
.
But
he
was
always
there
between
them
.
And
in
secret
,
too
,
probably
,
and
away
from
him
—
Kreisler
—
he
was
working
on
Bertha’s
feelings
,
and
preventing
her
from
seeing
him
.
Tarr
was
anyhow
the
obstacle
.
And
yet
there
he
was
,
talking
and
palavering
,
and
offering
to
act
as
an
intermediary
,
and
preventing
him
from
acting
.
He
alone
was
the
obstacle
,
and
yet
he
talked
as
though
he
were
nothing
to
do
with
it
,
or
at
the
most
a
casually
interested
third
party
.
That
is
how
Kreisler
felt
on
his
way
home
after
having
drunk
a
good
deal
.
But
so
long
as
Tarr
paid
for
drinks
he
staved
him
off
his
prey
.
CHAPTER
V
Tarr
soon
regretted
this
last
anti-climax
stage
of
his
adventure
.
He
would
have
left
Kreisler
alone
in
future
,
but
he
felt
that
by
frequenting
him
he
could
save
Bertha
from
something
disagreeable
.
With
disquiet
and
misgiving
every
night
now
he
sat
in
front
of
his
Prussian
friend
.
He
watched
him
gradually
imbibing
enough
spirits
to
work
him
up
to
his
pitch
of
characteristic
madness
.
“
After
all
,
let
us
hear
really
what
it
all
means
,
your
Kreisler
stunt
,
and
Kreisler
?
”
he
said
to
her
four
or
five
days
after
his
reappearance
.
“
Do
you
know
that
I
act
as
a
dam
,
or
rather
a
dyke
,
to
his
outrageous
flood
of
liquorous
spirits
every
night
?
Only
my
insignificant
form
is
between
you
and
destruction
,
or
you
and
a
very
unpleasant
Kreisler
,
at
any
rate
.
—
Have
you
seen
him
when
he’s
drunk
?
—
What
,
after
all
,
does
Kreisler
mean
?
Satisfy
my
curiosity
.
”
Bertha
shuddered
and
looked
at
him
with
dramatically
wide-open
eyes
,
as
though
there
were
no
answer
.
“
It’s
nothing
,
Sorbert
,
nothing
,
”
she
said
,
as
though
Kreisler
were
the
bubonic
plague
and
she
were
making
light
of
it
.
Yet
a
protest
had
to
be
made
.
He
had
rather
neglected
the
coincidence
of
his
arrival
and
Bertha’s
refusal
to
see
Kreisler
.
He
must
avoid
finding
himself
manoeuvred
into
appearing
the
cause
.
A
tranquil
and
sentimental
revenant
was
the
rôle
he
had
chosen
.
Up
to
a
point
he
encouraged
Bertha
to
see
his
boon
companion
and
relax
her
sudden
exclusiveness
.
He
hesitated
to
carry
out
thoroughly
his
part
of
go-between
and
reconciler
.
At
length
he
began
to
make
inquiries
.
After
all
,
to
have
to
hold
back
his
successor
to
the
favours
of
a
lady
,
from
going
and
seizing
those
rights
(
presumably
temporarily
denied
him
)
,
was
a
strange
situation
.
At
any
moment
now
it
seemed
likely
that
Kreisler
would
turn
on
him
.
This
would
simplify
matters
.
Better
leave
lovers
to
fight
out
their
own
quarrels
and
not
take
up
the
ungrateful
rôle
of
interferer
and
voluntary
policeman
.
All
his
retrospective
pleasure
was
being
spoilt
.
But
he
was
committed
to
remain
there
for
the
present
.
To
get
over
his
sensation
of
dupe
,
he
was
more
sociable
with
Kreisler
than
he
felt
.
The
German
interpreted
this
as
an
hypocrisy
.
His
contempt
and
suspicion
of
the
peculiar
revenant
grew
.
Bertha
was
tempted
to
explain
,
in
as
dramatic
a
manner
as
possible
,
the
situation
to
Tarr
.
But
she
hesitated
always
because
she
thought
it
would
lead
to
a
fight
.
She
was
often
,
as
it
was
,
anxious
for
Tarr
.
“
Sorbert
,
I
think
I’ll
go
to
Germany
at
once
,
”
she
said
to
him
,
on
the
afternoon
of
his
second
visit
to
Renée
Lipmann’s
.
“
Why
,
because
you’re
afraid
of
Kreisler
?
”
“
No
,
but
I
think
it’s
better
.
”
“
But
why
,
all
of
a
sudden
?
”
“
My
sister
will
be
home
from
Berlin
,
in
a
day
or
two
—
—
”
“
And
you’d
leave
me
here
to
‘
mind
’
the
dog
.
”
'
“
No.
—
Don’t
see
Kreisler
any
more
,
Sorbert
.
Dog
is
the
word
indeed
!
He
is
mad
:
ganz
verucht
!
—
Promise
me
,
Sorbert
”
—
she
took
his
hand
—
“
not
to
go
to
the
café
any
more
!
”
“
Do
you
want
him
at
your
door
at
twelve
tonight
?
—
I
feel
I
may
be
playing
the
part
of
—
gooseberry
,
is
it
—
—
?
”
“
Don’t
,
Sorbert
.
If
you
only
knew
!
—
He
was
here
this
morning
,
hammering
for
nearly
half
an
hour
.
But
all
I
ask
you
is
to
go
to
the
café
no
more
.
There
is
no
need
for
you
to
be
mixed
up
in
all
this
.
I
only
am
to
blame
.
”
“
I
wonder
what
is
the
real
explanation
of
Kreisler
?
”
Sorbert
said
,
pulled
up
by
what
she
had
said
.
“
Have
you
known
him
long
—
before
you
knew
me
,
for
instance
?
”
“
No
,
only
a
week
or
two
—
since
you
went
away
.
”
“
I
must
ask
Kreisler
.
But
he
seems
to
have
very
primitive
notions
about
himself
.
”
“
Don’t
bother
any
more
with
that
man
,
Sorbert
.
You
don’t
do
any
good
.
Don’t
go
to
the
cafe
tonight
!
”
“
Why
to-night
?
”
“
Any
night
.
”
Kreisler
certainly
was
a
“
new
link
”
—
too
much
.
The
chief
cause
of
separation
had
become
an
element
of
insidious
rapprochement
.
He
left
her
silently
apprehensive
,
staring
at
him
mournfully
.
So
that
night
,
after
his
second
visit
to
Fraulein
Lipmann’s
,
he
did
not
seek
out
Kreisler
at
his
usual
headquarters
with
his
first
enthusiasm
.
CHAPTER
VI
Already
before
a
considerable
pile
of
saucers
,
representing
his
evening’s
menu
of
drink
,
Kreisler
sat
quite
still
,
his
eyes
very
bright
,
smiling
to
himself
.
Tarr
did
not
at
once
ask
him
“
what
Kreisler
meant
.
”
“
Kreisler
”
looked
as
though
it
meant
something
a
little
different
on
that
particular
evening
.
He
acknowledged
Tarr’s
arrival
slightly
,
seeming
to
include
him
in
his
reverie
.
It
was
a
sort
of
silent
invitation
to
“
come
inside
.
”
Then
they
sat
without
speaking
,
an
unpleasant
atmosphere
of
police-court
romance
for
Tarr
.
Tarr
still
kept
his
retrospective
luxury
before
him
,
as
it
maintained
the
Kreisler
side
of
the
business
in
a
desired
perspective
.
Anastasya
,
whom
he
had
seen
that
evening
,
had
come
as
a
diversion
.
He
got
back
,
with
her
,
into
the
sphere
of
“
real
”
things
again
,
not
fanciful
retrospective
ones
.
This
would
be
a
reply
to
Kreisler
(
an
Anastasya
for
your
Otto
)
and
restore
the
balance
.
At
present
they
were
existing
on
a
sort
of
three-legged
affair
.
This
inclusion
of
the
fourth
party
would
make
things
solid
and
less
precarious
again
.
To
maintain
his
rôle
of
intermediary
and
go
on
momentarily
keeping
his
eye
on
Kreisler’s
threatening
figure
,
he
must
himself
be
definitely
engaged
in
a
new
direction
,
beyond
the
suspicion
of
hankerings
after
his
old
love
.
Did
he
wish
to
enter
into
a
new
attachment
with
Anastasya
?
That
could
be
decided
later
.
He
would
make
the
first
steps
,
retain
her
if
possible
,
and
out
of
this
,
charming
expedient
pleasant
things
might
come
.
He
was
compelled
to
requisition
her
for
the
moment
.
She
might
be
regarded
as
a
travelling
companion
.
Thrown
together
inevitably
on
a
stagecoach
journey
,
anything
might
happen
.
Delight
,
adventure
,
and
amusement
was
always
achieved
:
as
his
itch
to
see
his
humorous
concubine
is
turned
into
a
“
retrospective
luxury
,
”
visits
to
the
Lipmann
circle
,
mysterious
relationship
with
Kreisler
.
This
,
in
its
turn
,
suddenly
turning
rather
prickly
and
perplexing
,
he
now
,
through
the
medium
of
a
beautiful
woman
,
turns
it
back
again
into
fun
;
not
serious
enough
for
Beauty
,
destined
,
therefore
,
rather
for
her
subtle
,
rough
,
satiric
sister
.
Once
Anastasya
had
been
relegated
to
her
place
rather
of
expediency
,
he
could
think
of
her
with
more
freedom
.
He
looked
forward
with
gusto
to
his
work
in
her
direction
.
There
would
be
no
harm
in
anticipating
a
little
.
She
might
at
once
be
brought
on
to
the
boards
,
as
though
the
affair
were
already
settled
and
ripe
for
publicity
.
“
Do
you
know
a
girl
called
Anastasya
Vasek
?
She
is
to
be
found
at
your
German
friend’s
,
Fraulein
Lipmann’s
.
”
“
Yes
,
I
know
her
,
”
said
Kreisler
,
looking
up
with
unwavering
blankness
.
His
introspective
smile
vanished
.
“
What
then
?
”
was
implied
in
his
look
.
What
a
fellow
this
Englishman
was
,
to
be
sure
!
What
was
he
after
now
?
Anastasya
was
a
much
more
delicate
point
with
him
than
Bertha
.
“
I’ve
just
got
to
know
her
.
She’s
a
charming
girl
,
isn’t
she
?
”
Tarr
could
not
quite
make
out
Kreisler’s
reception
of
these
innocent
remarks
.
“
Is
she
?
”
Kreisler
looked
at
him
almost
with
astonishment
.
There
is
a
point
in
life
beyond
which
we
must
hold
people
responsible
for
accidents
and
their
unconsciousness
.
Innocence
then
loses
its
meaning
.
Beyond
this
point
Tarr
had
transgressed
.
Whether
Tarr
knew
anything
or
not
,
the
essential
reality
was
that
Tarr
was
beginning
to
get
at
him
with
Anastasya
,
just
having
been
for
a
week
a
problematic
and
officious
figure
suddenly
appearing
between
him
and
his
prey
of
the
Rue
Martine
.
The
habit
of
civilized
restraint
had
kept
Kreisler
baffled
and
passive
for
a
week
.
Annoyance
at
Bertha’s
access
of
self-will
had
been
converted
into
angry
interest
in
his
new
self-elected
boon
companion
.
He
had
been
preparing
lately
,
though
,
to
borrow
money
from
him
.
Anastasya
brought
on
the
scene
was
another
kettle
of
fish
.
What
did
this
Tarr’s
proceedings
say
?
They
said
:
“
Bertha
Lunken
will
have
nothing
more
to
do
with
you
.
You
mustn’t
annoy
her
any
more
.
In
the
meantime
,
I
am
getting
on
very
well
with
Anastasya
Vasek
!
”
A
question
that
presented
itself
to
Kreisler
was
whether
Tarr
had
heard
the
whole
story
of
his
assault
on
his
late
fiancee
?
The
possibility
of
his
knowing
this
increased
his
contempt
for
Tarr
.
Kreisler
was
disarmed
for
the
moment
by
the
remembrance
of
Anastasya
.
By
the
person
he
had
regarded
as
peculiarly
accessible
becoming
paradoxically
out
of
his
reach
,
the
most
distant
and
inaccessible
—
such
as
Anastasya
—
seemed
to
be
drawn
a
little
nearer
.
“
Is
Fraulein
Vasek
working
in
a
studio
?
”
he
asked
.
“
She’s
at
Serrano’s
,
I
think
,
”
Tarr
told
him
.
“
So
you
go
to
Fraulein
Lipmann’s
?
”
“
Sometimes
.
”
Kreisler
reflected
a
little
.
“
I
should
like
to
see
her
again
.
”
Tarr
began
to
scent
another
mysterious
muddle
.
Would
he
never
be
free
of
Herr
Kreisler
?
Perhaps
he
was
going
to
be
followed
and
rivalled
in
this
too
?
With
deliberate
meditation
Kreisler
appeared
to
be
coming
round
to
Tarr’s
opinion
.
For
his
part
too
,
Fraulein
Vasek
was
a
nice
young
lady
.
“
Yes
,
she
is
nice
I
”
His
manner
began
to
suggest
that
Tarr
had
put
her
forward
as
a
substitute
for
Bertha
!
For
the
rest
of
the
evening
Kreisler
insisted
upon
talking
about
Anastasya
.
How
was
she
dressed
?
Had
she
mentioned
him
?
etc.
Tarr
felt
inclined
to
say
,
“
But
you
don’t
understand
!
She
is
for
me
.
Bertha
is
your
young
lady
now
!
”
Only
in
reflecting
on
this
possible
remark
,
he
was
confronted
with
the
obvious
reply
,
“
But
is
Bertha
my
young
lady
1
”
CHAPTER
VII
Tarr
had
Anastasya
in
solitary
promenade
two
days
after
this
.
He
had
worked
the
first
stage
consummately
.
He
swam
with
ease
beside
his
big
hysterical
black
swan
,
seeming
to
guide
her
with
a
golden
halter
.
They
were
swimming
with
august
undulations
of
thought
across
the
Luxembourg
Gardens
on
this
sunny
and
tasteful
evening
about
four
o’clock
.
The
Latins
and
Scandinavians
who
strolled
on
the
Latin
terrace
were
each
one
a
microscopic
hero
,
but
better
turned
out
than
the
big
doubtful
heroes
of
1840.
The
inviolate
,
constantly
sprinkled
and
shining
lawns
by
the
Lycée
Henri
Trois
were
thickly
fringed
with
a
sort
of
seaside
humanity
,
who
sat
facing
them
and
their
coolness
as
though
it
had
been
the
sea
.
Leaving
these
upland
expanses
to
the
sedentary
swarms
of
Mammas
and
Papas
,
Tarr
and
Anastasya
crossed
over
beneath
the
trees
past
the
children’s
carousels
grinding
out
their
antediluvian
lullabies
.
This
place
represented
the
richness
of
four
wasted
years
.
Four
incredibly
gushing
,
thick
years
;
what
had
happened
to
this
delightful
muck
?
All
this
profusion
had
accomplished
for
him
was
to
dye
the
avenues
of
a
Park
with
personal
colour
for
the
rest
of
his
existence
.
No
one
,
he
was
quite
convinced
,
had
squandered
so
much
stuff
in
the
neighbourhood
of
these
terraces
,
ponds
,
and
lawns
.
So
this
was
more
nearly
his
Park
than
it
was
anybody
else’s
.
He
should
never
walk
through
it
without
bitter
and
soothing
recognition
from
it
.
Well
:
that
was
what
the
Man
of
Action
accomplished
.
In
four
idle
years
he
had
been
,
when
most
inactive
,
trying
the
man
of
action’s
job
.
He
had
captured
a
Park
!
—
Well
!
he
had
spent
himself
into
the
Earth
.
The
trees
had
his
sap
in
them
.
He
remembered
a
day
when
he
had
brought
a
book
to
the
bench
there
,
his
mind
tearing
at
it
in
advance
,
almost
writing
it
in
its
energy
.
He
had
been
full
of
such
unusual
faith
.
The
streets
around
these
gardens
,
in
which
he
had
lodged
alternately
,
were
so
many
confluents
and
tributaries
of
memory
,
charging
it
on
all
sides
with
defunct
puissant
tides
.
The
places
,
he
reflected
,
where
childhood
has
been
spent
,
or
where
,
later
,
dreams
of
energy
have
been
flung
away
,
year
after
year
,
are
obviously
the
healthiest
spots
for
a
person
.
But
perhaps
,
although
he
possessed
the
Luxembourg
Gardens
so
completely
,
they
were
completely
possessed
by
thousands
of
other
people
!
So
many
men
had
begun
their
childhood
of
ambition
in
this
neighbourhood
.
His
hopes
,
too
,
no
doubt
,
had
grown
there
more
softly
because
of
the
depth
and
richness
of
the
bed
.
A
sentimental
miasma
made
artificially
in
Paris
a
similar
good
atmosphere
where
the
mind
could
healthily
exist
as
was
found
by
artists
in
brilliant
complete
and
solid
times
.
Paris
was
like
a
patent
food
.
“
Elle
dit
le
mot
,
Anastase
,
né
pour
d’éternels
parchemins
.
”
He
could
not
,
however
,
get
interested
.
Was
it
the
obstinate
Eighteenth
Century
animal
vision
?
When
you
plunge
into
these
beings
,
must
they
be
all
quivering
with
unconsciousness
,
like
life
with
a
cat
or
a
serpent
?
—
But
her
sex
would
throw
clouds
over
her
eyes
.
She
was
a
woman
.
It
was
no
good
.
Again
he
must
confess
Anastasya
could
only
offer
him
something
too
serious
.
He
could
not
play
with
that
.
Sex-loyalty
to
his
most
habitual
lips
interfered
.
He
had
the
protective
instinct
that
people
with
a
sense
of
their
own
power
have
for
those
not
equals
with
whom
they
have
been
associated
.
He
would
have
given
to
Bertha
the
authority
of
his
own
spirit
,
to
prime
her
with
himself
that
she
might
meet
on
equal
terms
and
vanquish
any
rival
.
He
experienced
a
slight
hostility
to
Anastasya
like
a
part
of
Bertha
left
in
himself
protesting
and
jealous
.
It
was
chiefly
vanity
at
the
thought
of
this
superior
woman’s
contempt
could
she
see
his
latest
female
effort
.
“
I
suppose
she
knows
all
about
Bertha
,
”
he
thought
.
Kreisler-like
,
he
looked
towards
the
Lipmann
women
.
“
Homme
sensuel
!
Homme
égoiste
!
”
She
seemed
rather
shy
with
him
.
“
How
do
you
like
Paris
?
”
he
asked
her
.
“
I
don’t
know
yet
.
Do
you
like
it
?
”
She
had
a
flatness
in
speaking
English
because
of
her
education
in
the
United
States
.
“
I
don’t
like
to
be
quite
so
near
the
centre
of
the
world
.
You
can
see
all
the
machinery
working
.
It
makes
you
a
natural
sceptic
.
But
here
I
am
.
I
find
it
difficult
to
live
in
London
.
”
“
I
should
have
thought
everything
was
so
perfected
here
that
the
machinery
did
not
obtrude
—
—
”
“
I
don’t
feel
that
.
I
think
that
a
place
like
this
exists
for
the
rest
of
the
world
.
It
works
that
the
other
countries
may
live
and
create
.
That
is
the
rôle
France
has
chosen
.
The
French
spirit
seems
to
me
rather
spare
and
impoverished
at
present
.
”
“
You
regard
it
as
a
mother-drudge
?
”
“
More
of
a
drudge
than
a
mother
.
We
don’t
get
much
really
from
France
,
except
tidiness
.
”
“
I
expect
you
are
ungrateful
.
”
“
Perhaps
so
.
But
I
cannot
get
over
a
dislike
for
Latin
facilities
.
Suares
finds
a
northern
rhetoric
of
ideas
in
Ibsen
,
for
instance
,
exactly
similar
to
the
word-rhetoric
of
the
South
.
But
in
Latin
countries
you
have
a
democracy
of
vitality
,
the
best
things
of
the
earth
are
in
everybody’s
mouth
and
nerves
.
The
artist
has
to
go
and
find
them
in
the
crowd
.
You
can’t
have
‘freedom’
both
ways
.
I
prefer
the
artist
to
be
free
,
and
the
crowd
not
to
be
‘
artists.’
What
does
all
English
and
German
gush
or
sentiment
about
the
wonderful
,
the
artistic
French
nation
,
etc.
,
amount
to
?
They
gush
because
they
find
thirty-five
million
little
Besnards
,
little
Botrels
,
little
Bouchers
,
or
little
Bougereaus
living
together
and
prettifying
their
towns
and
themselves
.
Imagine
England
an
immense
garden
city
,
on
Letch
worth
lines
(
that
is
the
name
of
a
model
Fabian
township
near
London
)
,
or
Germany
(
it
almost
has
become
that
)
a
huge
nouveau-art
,
reform-dressed
,
bestatued
State
.
Practically
every
individual
Frenchman
of
course
has
the
filthiest
taste
imaginable
.
You
are
more
astonished
when
you
come
across
a
sound
,
lonely
,
and
severe
artist
in
France
than
'
elsewhere
.
His
vitality
is
hypnotically
beset
by
an
ocean
of
artistry
.
His
best
instinct
is
to
become
rather
aggressively
harsh
and
simple
.
The
reason
that
a
great
artist
like
Rodin
or
the
Cubists
to-day
arouse
more
fury
in
France
than
in
England
,
for
instance
,
is
not
,
because
the
French
are
more
interested
in
Art
!
They
are
less
interested
in
art
,
if
anything
.
It
is
because
they
are
all
‘
artistic
’
and
all
artists
in
the
sense
that
a
cheap
illustrator
or
Mr.
Brangwyn
,
R.A.
,
or
Mr.
Waterhouse
,
R.A.
,
are
.
They
are
scandalized
at
good
art
;
the
English
are
inquisitive
about
and
tickled
by
it
,
like
gaping
children
.
Their
social
instincts
are
not
so
developed
and
logical
.
”
“
But
what
difference
does
the
attitude
of
the
crowd
make
to
the
artist
?
”
“
Well
,
we
were
talking
about
Paris
,
which
is
the
creation
of
the
crowd
.
The
man
thinking
in
these
gardens
to-day
,
the
man
thinking
on
the
quays
of
Amsterdam
three
centuries
ago
,
think
much
the
same
thoughts
.
Thought
is
like
climate
and
chemistry
.
It
even
has
its
physical
type
.
But
the
individual’s
projection
of
himself
he
must
entrust
to
his
milieu
.
I
maintain
that
the
artist’s
work
is
nowhere
so
unsafe
as
in
the
hands
of
an
‘
artistic
’
vulgarly
alive
public
.
The
other
question
is
his
relation
to
the
receptive
world
,
and
his
bread
and
cheese
.
Paris
is
,
to
begin
with
,
no
good
for
bread
and
cheese
,
except
as
a
market
to
which
American
and
Russian
millionaire
dealers
come
.
Its
intelligence
is
of
great
use
.
But
no
friendship
is
a
substitute
for
the
blood-tie
;
and
intelligence
is
no
substitute
for
the
response
that
can
only
come
from
the
narrower
recognition
of
your
kind
.
This
applies
to
the
best
type
of
art
rather
than
work
of
very
personal
genius
.
Country
is
left
behind
by
that
.
Intelligence
also
.
”
“
Don’t
you
think
that
work
of
very
personal
genius
often
has
a
country
?
It
may
break
through
accidents
of
birth
to
perfect
conditions
somewhere
;
not
necessarily
contemporary
ones
or
those
of
the
country
it
happens
in
?
”
“
I
suppose
you
could
find
a
country
or
a
time
for
almost
anything
.
But
I
am
sure
that
the
best
has
in
reality
no
Time
and
no
Country
.
That
is
why
it
accepts
without
fuss
any
country
or
time
for
what
they
are
worth
;
thence
the
seeming
contradiction
,
that
it
is
always
actual
.
It
is
alive
,
and
nationality
is
a
portion
of
actuality
.
”
“
But
is
the
best
work
always
‘
actual
’
and
up
to
date
?
”
“
It
always
has
that
appearance
.
It’s
manners
are
perfect
.
”
“
I
am
not
so
sure
that
manners
cannot
be
overdone
.
A
personal
code
is
as
good
as
the
current
code
.
”
“
The
point
seems
to
me
to
be
,
in
that
connexion
,
that
manners
are
not
very
important
.
You
use
them
as
you
use
coins
.
”
“
The
most
effectual
men
have
always
been
those
whose
notions
were
diametrically
opposed
to
those
of
their
time
,
”
she
said
carefully
.
“
I
don’t
think
that
is
so
;
except
in
so
far
as
all
effectual
men
are
always
the
enemies
of
every
time
.
With
that
fundamental
divergence
,
they
give
a
weight
of
impartiality
to
the
supreme
thesis
and
need
of
their
age
.
Any
opinion
of
their
fellows
that
they
adopt
they
support
with
the
uncanny
authority
of
a
plea
from
a
hostile
camp
.
All
activity
on
the
part
of
a
good
mind
has
the
stimulus
of
a
paradox
.
To
produce
is
the
sacrifice
of
genius
.
”
They
seemed
to
have
an
exotic
grace
to
him
as
they
promenaded
their
sinuous
healthy
intellects
in
this
eighteenth-century
landscape
.
There
was
no
other
pair
of
people
who
could
talk
like
that
on
those
terraces
.
They
were
both
of
them
barbarians
,
head
and
shoulders
taller
than
the
polished
stock
around
.
And
they
were
highly
strung
and
graceful
.
They
were
out
of
place
.
“
Your
philosophy
reminds
me
of
Jean-Jacques
,
”
she
said
.
“
Does
it
?
How
do
you
arrive
at
that
conclusion
?
”
“
Well
,
your
hostility
to
a
tidy
rabble
,
and
preference
for
a
rough
and
uncultivated
bed
to
build
on
brings
to
mind
‘
wild
nature
’
and
the
doctrine
of
the
natural
man
.
You
want
a
human
landscape
similar
to
Jean-Jacques’
rocks
and
water
falls
.
”
“
I
see
what
you
mean
.
But
I
also
notice
that
the
.
temper
of
my
theories
is
the
exact
opposite
of
Jean-Jacques’
.
—
He
raved
over
and
poetized
his
wild
nature
and
naturalness
generally
and
put
it
forward
as
an
ideal
.
My
point
of
view
is
that
it
is
a
question
of
expediency
only
.
I
do
not
for
a
moment
sentimentalize
crudeness
.
I
maintain
that
that
crude
and
unformed
bed
,
or
backing
,
is
absolutely
essential
to
maximum
fineness
;
just
as
crudity
in
an
individual’s
composition
is
necessary
for
him
to
be
able
to
create
.
There
is
no
more
absolute
value
in
stupidity
and
formlessness
than
there
is
in
dung
.
But
they
are
just
as
necessary
.
The
conditions
of
creation
and
of
life
disgust
me
.
The
birth
of
a
work
of
art
is
as
dirty
as
that
of
a
baby
.
But
I
consider
that
my
most
irremediable
follies
have
come
from
fastidiousness
;
not
the
other
thing
.
If
you
are
going
to
work
or
perform
,
you
must
make
up
your
mind
to
have
dirty
hands
most
part
of
the
time
.
Similarly
,
you
must
praise
chaos
and
filth
.
It
is
put
there
for
you
.
Incense
is
,
I
believe
,
camels’
dung
.
When
you
praise
,
you
do
so
with
dung
.
When
you
see
men
fighting
,
robbing
each
other
,
behaving
meanly
or
breaking
out
into
violent
vulgarities
,
you
must
conventionally
clap
your
hands
.
If
you
have
not
the
stomach
to
do
that
,
you
cannot
be
a
creative
artist
.
If
people
stopped
behaving
in
that
way
,
you
could
not
be
a
creative
artist
.
”
“
So
you
would
discourage
virtue
,
self-sacrifice
,
and
graceful
behaviour
?
”
“
No
,
praise
them
very
much
.
Also
praise
deceit
,
lechery
,
and
panic
.
Whatever
a
man
does
,
praise
him
.
In
that
way
you
will
be
acting
as
the
artist
does
;
If
you
are
not
an
artist
,
you
will
not
act
in
that
way
.
An
artist
should
be
as
impartial
as
God
.
”
“
Is
God
impartial
?
”
“
We
disintegrate
.
His
dream
is
no
doubt
ignorant
of
our
classifications
.
”
“
Rousseau
again
—
—
?
”
“
If
you
really
want
to
saddle
me
with
that
Swiss
,
I
will
help
you
.
My
enthusiasm
for
art
has
made
me
fond
of
chaos
.
It
is
the
artist’s
fate
almost
always
to
be
exiled
among
the
slaves
.
The
artist
who
takes
his
job
seriously
gets
his
sensibility
blunted
.
He
is
less
squeamish
than
other
people
and
less
discriminating
.
”
“
He
becomes
in
fact
less
of
an
artist
?
”
“
An
artist
is
a
cold
card
,
with
a
hide
like
a
rhinoceros
.
”
“
You
are
poetizing
him
!
But
if
that
is
so
,
wouldn’t
it
be
better
to
be
something
else
?
”
“
No
,
I
think
it’s
about
the
best
thing
to
be
.
”
“
With
his
women
companions
,
sweethearts
,
he
is
also
apt
to
be
undiscriminating
.
”
“
He
is
notorious
for
that
!
”
“
I
think
that
is
a
pity
.
Then
that
is
because
I
am
a
woman
,
and
am
conscious
of
not
being
a
slave
.
”
“
But
then
such
women
as
you
are
condemned
also
to
find
themselves
surrounded
by
slaves
!
”
“
Your
frequentation
of
the
abject
has
not
caused
you
to
forget
one
banal
art
!
”
“
You
tempt
me
to
abandon
art
.
Art
is
the
refuge
of
the
shy
.
”
“
Are
you
shy
I
”
“
Yes
.
”
“
You
need
not
be
.
”
Her
revolving
hips
and
thudding
skirts
carried
her
forward
with
the
orchestral
majesty
of
a
simple
ship
.
He
suddenly
became
conscious
of
the
monotonous
racket
.
At
that
moment
the
drums
beat
to
close
the
gardens
.
They
had
dinner
in
a
Bouillon
near
the
Seine
.
They
parted
about
ten
o’clock
.
CHAPTER
VIII
For
the
first
time
since
his
“
return
”
Tarr
found
no
Kreisler
at
the
café
“
I
wonder
what
that
animal’s
up
to
,
”
he
thought
.
The
garçon
told
him
that
Kreisler
had
not
been
there
at
all
that
evening
.
Tarr
reconsidered
his
responsibilities
.
He
could
not
return
to
Montmartre
without
just
informing
himself
of
Kreisler’s
whereabouts
and
state
of
mind
.
The
“
obstacle
”
had
been
eluded
.
It
must
be
transported
rapidly
“
in
the
way
”
again
,
wherever
and
in
whatever
direction
the
sluggish
stream
was
flowing
.
Bertha’s
he
did
not
intend
to
go
to
if
he
could
help
it
.
A
couple
of
hours
at
tea-time
was
what
he
had
instituted
as
his
day’s
“
amount
”
of
her
company
.
Kreisler
's
room
would
be
better
.
This
he
did
.
There
was
a
light
in
Kreisler’s
room
.
The
window
had
been
pointed
out
to
him
.
This
perhaps
was
sufficient
,
Tarr
felt
.
He
might
now
go
home
,
having
located
him
.
Still
,
since
he
was
there
he
would
go
up
and
make
sure
.
He
lighted
his
way
up
the
staircase
with
matches
.
Arrived
at
the
top
floor
he
was
uncertain
at
which
door
to
knock
.
He
chose
one
with
a
light
beneath
it
and
knocked
.
In
a
moment
some
one
called
out
“
Who
is
it
?
”
Recognizing
the
voice
Tarr
answered
,
and
the
door
opened
slowly
.
Kreisler
was
standing
there
in
his
shirt-sleeves
,
glasses
on
,
and
a
brush
in
his
hand
.
“
Ah
,
come
in
,
”
he
said
.
Tarr
sat
down
,
and
Kreisler
went
on
brushing
his
hair
.
When
he
had
finished
he
put
the
brush
down
quickly
,
turned
round
,
and
pointing
to
the
floor
said
,
in
a
voice
suggesting
that
that
was
the
first
of
several
questions
:
“
Why
have
you
come
here
?
”
Tarr
at
once
saw
that
he
had
gone
a
step
too
far
,
and
either
shown
bad
calculation
or
chanced
on
his
rival
at
an
unfortunate
time
.
It
was
felt
,
no
doubt
,
that
—
acting
more
or
less
as
“
keeper
,
”
or
check
,
at
any
rate
—
he
had
come
to
look
after
his
charge
,
and
hear
why
Kreisler
had
absented
himself
from
the
café
“
Why
have
you
come
here
?
”
Kreisler
asked
again
,
in
an
even
tone
,
pointing
again
with
his
forefinger
to
the
centre
of
the
floor
.
“
Only
to
see
you
,
of
course
.
I
thought
perhaps
you
weren’t
well
.
”
’
“
Ah
,
so
!
I
want
you
,
my
dear
English
friend
,
now
that
you
are
here
,
to
explain
yourself
a
little
.
Why
do
you
honour
me
with
so
much
of
your
company
?
”
“
Is
my
company
disagreeable
to
you
?
”
“
I
wish
to
know
,
sir
,
why
I
have
so
much
of
it
!
”
The
Deutscher-student
was
coming
to
the
top
.
His
voice
had
risen
and
the
wind
of
his
breath
appeared
to
be
making
his
moustaches
whistle
.
“
I
,
of
course
,
have
reasons
,
besides
the
charm
of
your
society
,
for
seeking
you
out
.
”
Tarr
was
sitting
stretched
on
one
of
Kreisler’s
two
chairs
looking
up
frowningly
.
He
was
annoyed
at
having
let
himself
in
for
this
interview
.
Kreisler
stood
in
front
of
him
without
any
expression
in
particular
,
his
voice
rather
less
guttural
than
usual
.
Tarr
felt
ill
at
ease
at
this
sudden
breath
of
storm
and
kept
still
with
difficulty
.
“
You
have
reasons
?
You
have
reasons
I
Heavens
'
!
Outside
!
Quick
!
Out
!
”
There
was
no
doubt
this
time
that
it
was
in
earnest
.
He
was
intended
rapidly
to
depart
.
Kreisler
was
pointing
to
the
door
.
His
cold
grin
was
slightly
on
his
face
again
,
and
an
appearance
of
his
hair
having
receded
on
his
forehead
and
his
ears
gone
close
against
his
