And in order that he might feel free to tell her things about Paris, she permitted herself certain confidences about the pleasures of Berlin, but with a blushing modesty, admitting in advance that in the world there was more—­much more—­that she wished to become acquainted with.

While pacing around the Chapelle Expiatoire, Julio recalled with a certain remorse the wife of Counsellor Erckmann.  He who had made the trip to America for a woman’s sake, in order to collect money and marry her!  Then he immediately began making excuses for his conduct.  Nobody was going to know.  Furthermore he did not pretend to be an ascetic, and Bertha Erckmann was certainly a tempting adventure in mid ocean.  Upon recalling her, his imagination always saw a race horse—­large, spare, roan colored, and with a long stride.  She was an up-to-date German who admitted no defect in her country except the excessive weight of its women, combating in her person this national menace with every known system of dieting.  For her every meal was a species of torment, and the procession of bocks in the smoking room a tantalizing agony.  The slenderness achieved and maintained by will power only made more prominent the size of her frame, the powerful skeleton with heavy jaws and large teeth, strong and dazzling, which perhaps suggested Desnoyers’ disrespectful comparison.  “She is thin, but enormous, nevertheless!” was always his conclusion.

But then, he considered her, notwithstanding, the most distinguished woman on board—­distinguished for the sea—­elegant in the style of Munich, with clothes of indescribable colors that suggested Persian art and the vignettes of mediaeval manuscripts.  The husband admired Bertha’s elegance, lamenting her childlessness in secret, almost as though it were a crime of high treason.  Germany was magnificent because of the fertility of its women.  The Kaiser, with his artistic hyperbole, had proclaimed that the true German beauty should have a waist measure of at least a yard and a half.

When Desnoyers entered into the smoking room in order to take the seat which Bertha had reserved for him, her husband and his wealthy hangers-on had their pack of cards lying idle upon the green felt.  Herr Rath was continuing his discourse and his listeners, taking their cigars from their mouths, were emitting grunts of approbation.  The arrival of Julio provoked a general smile of amiability.  Here was France coming to fraternize with them.  They knew that his father was French, and that fact made him as welcome as though he came in direct line from the palace of the Quai d’Orsay, representing the highest diplomacy of the Republic.  The craze for proselyting made them all promptly concede to him unlimited importance.

“We,” continued the Counsellor looking fixedly at Desnoyers as if he were expecting a solemn declaration from him, “we wish to live on good terms with France.”

The youth nodded his head so as not to appear inattentive.  It appeared to him a very good thing that these peoples should not be enemies, and as far as he was concerned, they might affirm this relationship as often as they wished:  the only thing that was interesting him just at that time was a certain knee that was seeking his under the table, transmitting its gentle warmth through a double curtain of silk.