too loud, 'Unheard of! Unheard of! Unheard of impertinence!' and at
once calling up the waiter, in a severe voice asked for the bill ...
more than that, ordered the carriage to be put to, adding that it was
impossible for respectable people to frequent the establishment if
they were exposed to insult! At those words Gemma, who still sat in
her place without stirring--her bosom was heaving violently--Gemma
raised her eyes to Herr Klueber ... and she gazed as intently, with the
same expression at him as at the officer. Emil was simply shaking with
rage.

'Get up, _mein Fraeulein_,' Klueber admonished her with the same
severity, 'it is not proper for you to remain here. We will go inside,
in the tavern!'

Gemma rose in silence; he offered her his arm, she gave him hers, and
he walked into the tavern with a majestic step, which became, with his
whole bearing, more majestic and haughty the farther he got from the
place where they had dined. Poor Emil dragged himself after them.

But while Herr Klueber was settling up with the waiter, to whom, by way
of punishment, he gave not a single kreutzer for himself, Sanin with
rapid steps approached the table at which the officers were sitting,
and addressing Gemma's assailant, who was at that instant offering her
rose to his companions in turns to smell, he uttered very distinctly
in French, 'What you have just done, sir, is conduct unworthy of an
honest man, unworthy of the uniform you wear, and I have come to tell
you you are an ill-bred cur!' The young man leaped on to his feet, but
another officer, rather older, checked him with a gesture, made him
sit down, and turning to Sanin asked him also in French, 'Was he a
relation, brother, or betrothed of the girl?'