to him that he had, to be sure, possessed such an '_estro_'--and
yet ... 'I had enemies,' Pantaleone observed gloomily. 'And how do
you know that Emil will not have enemies, even if this "_estro_" is
found in him?' 'Very well, make a tradesman of him, then,' retorted
Pantaleone in vexation; 'but Giovan' Battista would never have done
it, though he was a confectioner himself!' 'Giovan' Battista, my
husband, was a reasonable man, and even though he was in his youth led
away ...' But the old man would hear nothing more, and walked away,
repeating reproachfully, 'Ah! Giovan' Battista!...' Gemma exclaimed
that if Emil felt like a patriot, and wanted to devote all his powers
to the liberation of Italy, then, of course, for such a high and holy
cause he might sacrifice the security of the future--but not for the
theatre! Thereupon Frau Lenore became much agitated, and began to
implore her daughter to refrain at least from turning her brother's
head, and to content herself with being such a desperate republican
herself! Frau Lenore groaned as she uttered these words, and began
complaining of her head, which was 'ready to split.' (Frau Lenore, in
deference to their guest, talked to her daughter in French.)

Gemma began at once to wait upon her; she moistened her forehead with
eau-de-Cologne, gently blew on it, gently kissed her cheek, made her
lay her head on a pillow, forbade her to speak, and kissed her again.
Then, turning to Sanin, she began telling him in a half-joking,
half-tender tone what a splendid mother she had, and what a beauty she
had been. '"Had been," did I say? she is charming now! Look, look,
what eyes!'

Gemma instantly pulled a white handkerchief out of her pocket, covered
her mother's face with it, and slowly drawing it downwards, gradually
uncovered Frau Lenore's forehead, eyebrows, and eyes; she waited a