like Herr Klueber? He had stood up for Gemma, he had championed her ...
that was so; and yet, there was an uneasy pang in his heart, and he
was conscience--smitten, and even ashamed.

Not so Pantaleone--he was simply in his glory! He was suddenly
possessed by a feeling of pride. A victorious general, returning from
the field of battle he has won, could not have looked about him with
greater self-satisfaction. Sanin's demeanour during the duel filled
him with enthusiasm. He called him a hero, and would not listen to his
exhortations and even his entreaties. He compared him to a monument
of marble or of bronze, with the statue of the commander in Don Juan!
For himself he admitted he had been conscious of some perturbation
of mind, 'but, of course, I am an artist,' he observed; 'I have a
highly-strung nature, while you are the son of the snows and the
granite rocks.'

Sanin was positively at a loss how to quiet the jubilant artist.

* * * * *

Almost at the same place in the road where two hours before they had
come upon Emil, he again jumped out from behind a tree, and, with a
cry of joy upon his lips, waving his cap and leaping into the air,
he rushed straight at the carriage, almost fell under the wheel,
and, without waiting for the horses to stop, clambered up over the
carriage-door and fairly clung to Sanin.

'You are alive, you are not wounded!' he kept repeating. 'Forgive me,
I did not obey you, I did not go back to Frankfort ... I could not! I
waited for you here ... Tell me how was it? You ... killed him?'