Michael eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 387 pages of information about Michael.

Michael eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 387 pages of information about Michael.
so to speak, the territory of the enemy.  And even more than that, there was the instinct, the certain conviction that he was telling his tale to sympathetic ears, to which the mere fact that he was speaking of himself presupposed a friendly hearing.  Falbe, he felt, wanted to know about him, regardless of the nature of his confessions.  Had he said that he was an undetected kleptomaniac, Falbe would have liked to know, have been pleased at any tidings, provided only they were authentic.  This seemed to reveal itself to him even as he spoke; it had been there waiting for him to claim it, lying there as in a poste restante, only ready for its owner.

At the end Falbe gave a long sigh.

“And why the devil didn’t you give me any hint of it before?” he asked.

“I didn’t think it mattered,” said Michael.

“Well, then, you are amazingly wrong.  Good Lord, it’s about the most interesting thing I’ve ever heard.  I didn’t know anybody could escape from that awful sort of prison-house in which our—­I’m English now—­in which our upper class immures itself.  Yet you’ve done it.  I take it that the thing is done now?”

“I’m not going back into the prison-house again, if you mean that,” said Michael.

“And will your father cut you off?” asked he.

“Oh, I haven’t the least idea,” said Michael.

“Aren’t you going to inquire?”

Michael hesitated.

“No, I’m sure I’m not,” he said.  “I can’t do that.  It’s his business.  I couldn’t ask about what he had done, or meant to do.  It’s a sort of pride, I suppose.  He will do as he thinks proper, and when he has thought, perhaps he will tell me what he intends.”

“But, then, how will you live?” asked Falbe.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you that.  I’ve got some money, quite a lot, I mean, from my grandmother.  In some ways I rather wish I hadn’t.  It would have been a proof of sincerity to have become poor.  That wouldn’t have made the smallest difference to my resolution.”

Falbe laughed.

“And so you are rich, and yet go second-class,” he said.  “If I were rich I would make myself exceedingly comfortable.  I like things that are good to eat and soft to touch.  But I’m bound to say that I get on quite excellently without them.  Being poor does not make the smallest difference to one’s happiness, but only to the number of one’s pleasures.”

Michael paused a moment, and then found courage to say what for the last two days he had been longing to give utterance to.

“I know; but pleasures are very nice things,” he said.  “And doesn’t it seem obvious now that you are coming to Munich with me?  It’s a purely selfish suggestion on my part.  After being with you it will be very stupid to be alone there.  But it would be so delightful if you would come.”

Falbe looked at him a moment without speaking, but Michael saw the light in his eyes.

“And what if I have my pride too?” he said.  “Then I shall apologise for having made the proposal,” said Michael simply.

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