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〃My best friend；〃 said the Count in tremulous tones。 〃The being that I love most in all the world。 。 。 。 And to think that at this moment he may be fighting； and they may kill him！ 。 。 。 To think that I； too； may die！〃
Desnoyers believed that he must be getting a glimpse into a romance of the nobleman's past。 That Hussar was undoubtedly his natural son。 His simplicity of mind could not conceive of anything else。 Only a father's tenderness could so express itself 。 。 。 and he was almost touched by this tenderness。
Here the interview came to an end； the warrior turning his back as he left the room in order to hide his emotion。 A few minutes after was heard on the floor below the sound of a grand piano which the Commissary had not been able to carry off； owing to the general's interposition。 His voice was soon heard above the chords that he was playing。 It was rather a lifeless baritone； but he managed to impart an impassioned tremolo to his romance。 The listening old man was now really affected； he did not understand the words； but the tears came into his eyes。 He thought of his family； of the sorrows and dangers about them and of the difficulties surrounding his return to them。 。 。 。 As though under the spell of the melody； little by little； he descended the stairs。 What an artist's soul that haughty scoffer had！ 。 。 。 At first sight； the Germans with their rough exterior and their discipline which made them commit the greatest atrocities； gave one a wrong impression。 One had to live intimately with them to appreciate their true worth。
By the time the music had ceased； he had reached the castle bridge。 A sub…officer was watching the graceful movements of the swans gliding double over the waters of the moat。 He was a young Doctor of Laws who just now was serving as secretary to His Excellencya university man mobilized by the war。
On speaking with Don Marcelo； he immediately revealed his academic training。 The order for departure had surprised the professor in a private institute； he was just about to be married and all his plans had been upset。
〃What a calamity； sir！ 。 。 。 What an overturning for the world！ 。 。 。 Yet many of us have foreseen that this catastrophe simply had to come。 We have felt strongly that it might break out any day。 Capital； accursed Capital is to blame。〃
The speaker was a Socialist。 He did not hesitate to admit his co… operation in certain acts of his party that had brought persecutions and set…backs to his career。 But the Social…Democracy was now being accepted by the Emperor and flattered by the most reactionary Junkers。 All were now one。 The deputies of his party were forming in the Reichstag the group most obedient to the government。 。 。 。 The only belief that it retained from its former creed； was its anathematization of Capitalresponsible for the war。
Desnoyers ventured to disagree with this enemy who appeared of an amiable and tolerant character。 〃Did he not think that the real responsibility rested with German militarism？ Had it not sought and prepared this conflict； by its arrogance preventing any settlement？〃
The Socialist denied this roundly。 His deputies were supporting the war and； therefore； must have good reason。 Everything that he said showed an absolute submission to disciplinethe eternal German discipline； blind and obedient； which was dominating even the most advanced parties。 In vain the Frenchman repeated arguments and facts which everybody had read from the beginning of the war。 His words simply slid over the calloused brains of this revolutionist； accustomed to delegating all his reasoning functions to others。
〃Who can tell？〃 he finally said。 〃Perhaps we have made a mistake。 But just at this moment all is confused； the premises which would enable us to draw exact conclusions are lacking。 When the conflict ends； we shall know the truly guilty parties； and if they are ours we shall throw the responsibility upon them。〃
Desnoyers could hardly keep from laughing at his simplicity。 To wait till the end of the war to know who was to blame！ 。 。 。 And if the Empire should come out conqueror； what responsibility could the Socialists exact in the full pride of victory； they who always confined themselves to electoral battles； without the slightest attempt at rebellion？
〃Whatever the cause may be；〃 concluded the Socialist； 〃this war is very sad。 How many dead！ 。 。 。 I was at Charleroi。 One has to see modern warfare close by。 。 。 。 We shall conquer； we are going to enter Paris； so they say； but many of our men must fall before obtaining the final victory。〃
And as though wishing to put these visions of death out of his mind； he resumed his diversion of watching the swans； offering them bits of bread so as to make them swing around in their slow and majestic course。
The Keeper and his family were continually crossing and recrossing the bridge。 Seeing their master on such friendly terms with the invaders； they had lost some of the fear which had kept them shut up in their cottage。 To the woman it seemed but natural that Don Marcelo's authority should be recognized by these people； the master is always the master。 And as though she had received a part of this authority； she was entering the castle fearlessly； followed by her daughter； in order to put in order her master's sleeping room。 They had decided to pass the night in rooms near his； that he might not feel so lonely among the Germans。
The two women were carrying bedding and mattresses from the lodge to the top floor。 The Keeper was occupied in heating a second bath for His Excellency while his wife was bemoaning with gestures of despair the sacking of the castle。 How many exquisite things had disappeared！ 。 。 。 Desirous of saving the remainder； she besought her master to make complaints； as though he could prevent the individual and stealthy robberies。 The orderlies and followers of the Count were pocketing everything they could lay their hands on； saying smilingly that they were souvenirs。 Later on the woman approached Desnoyers with a mysterious air to impart a new revelation。 She had seen a head officer force open the chiffoniers where her mistress was accustomed to keep her lingerie； and he was making up a package of the finest pieces； including a great quantity of blonde lace。
〃That's the one； Master；〃 she said soon after； pointing to a German who was writing in the garden； where an oblique ray of sunlight was filtering through the branches upon his table。
Don Marcelo recognized him with surprise。 Commandant Blumhardt； too！ 。 。 。 But immediately he excused the act。 He supposed it was only natural that this official should want to take something away from the castle； since the Count had set the example。 Besides； he took into account the quality of the objects which he was appropriating。 They were not for himself； they were for the wife； for the daughters。 。 。 。 A good father of his family！ For more than an hour now； he had been sitting before that table writing incessantly； conversing； pen in hand； with his Augusta and all the family in Cassel。 Better that this good man should carry off his stuff than those other domineering offi