arrogance, and domineering and as blustering toward inferiors as he
would have been bland and meek to his superiors. The landlord, one of
the hybrid Levantines in whose blood that of a dozen races flowed, was
as alarmed as the maid, whom he sent up the stairs to announce the
visitor to Herr Daniels. Strange to say, the officer, who had taken a
seat in the sitting-room, unasked, with his heavy sabre held upright
between his knees, bore the somewhat lengthy delay with patience. The
girl returned to say that Herr Daniels would be honored with the visit,
although, he had said, he had not a pleasant remembrance of the
gentleman. In fact, before his assault in the street upon La Belle
Stamboulane, the major had persecuted her and deserved the reproof from
her father which it was too dangerous, as Munich society was ruled, for
him to utter.

But, contrary to all precedent, the military Lovelace quietly walked
into the room where Claudius was restored to health and whence he had
been removed to the inmost chamber vacated by the young singer. The
major's accident might account for his meekness, but his manners and
voice accorded with his speech so that one attributed the change to an
altogether different cause than a purely physical one.

He approached the Jew with open countenance, wearing a chastened and
subdued expression, and extended his hand as to a brother officer.
Daniels accepted it, struck by the unexpected mien, although he could
not, in his astonishment and inveterate prudence, return the pressure.
The major spoke an apology for his outrageous conduct, in a faltering
voice and with moist eyes, spacing the apparently unstudied phrases with
a cough as if to master tearfulness unbecoming even an invalid soldier.
He laid the blame on the surpassing charms of the songstress who had
enflamed him beyond his self-control and, partly, on the infernal French