This, or else what I had said,
huffed my Hermann, He supposed, with a contemptuous toss of his head
towards the door which trembled yet, that I had got hold of some of
that man's silly tales. It looked, indeed, as though his mind had been
thoroughly poisoned against Schomberg. "His tales were--they were," he
repeated, seeking for the word--"trash." They were trash, he reiterated,
and moreover I was young yet . . .
This horrid aspersion (I regret I am no longer exposed to that sort of
insult) made me huffy too. I felt ready in my own mind to back up every
assertion of Schomberg's and on any subject. In a moment, devil only
knows why, Hermann and I were looking at each other most inimically.
He caught up his hat without more ado and I gave myself the pleasure of
calling after him:
"Take my advice and make Falk pay for breaking up your ship. You aren't
likely to get anything else out of him."
When I got on board my ship later on, the old mate, who was very full of
the events of the morning, remarked:
"I saw the tug coming back from the outer Roads just before two P.M."
(He never by any chance used the words morning or afternoon.
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