Sanin with some difficulty pacified Emil and made him sit down.

With great verbosity, with evident pleasure, Pantaleone communicated
to him all the details of the duel, and, of course, did not omit to
refer again to the monument of bronze and the statue of the commander.
He even rose from his seat and, standing with his feet wide apart to
preserve his equilibrium, folding his arm on his chest and looking
contemptuously over his shoulder, gave an ocular representation of the
commander--Sanin! Emil listened with awe, occasionally interrupting
the narrative with an exclamation, or swiftly getting up and as
swiftly kissing his heroic friend.

The carriage wheels rumbled over the paved roads of Frankfort, and
stopped at last before the hotel where Sanin was living.

Escorted by his two companions, he went up the stairs, when suddenly a
woman came with hurried steps out of the dark corridor; her face was
hidden by a veil, she stood still, facing Sanin, wavered a little,
gave a trembling sigh, at once ran down into the street and vanished,
to the great astonishment of the waiter, who explained that 'that
lady had been for over an hour waiting for the return of the foreign
gentleman.' Momentary as was the apparition, Sanin recognised Gemma.
He recognised her eyes under the thick silk of her brown veil.

'Did Fraeulein Gemma know, then?'... he said slowly in a displeased
voice in German, addressing Emil and Pantaleone, who were following
close on his heels.

Emil blushed and was confused.