His blue eyes went quickly from one to the
other--he was not quite sure of his ground with these English people.
He was unhappy too because he spoke no English and he was not sure
whether to try his French.
'Shall we go to the Reunionsaal, and be introduced to the other
people?' repeated Gerald, laughing.
There was a moment's hesitation.
'I suppose we'd better--better break the ice,' said Birkin.
The women rose, rather flushed. And the Wirt's black, beetle-like,
broad-shouldered figure went on ignominiously in front, towards the
noise. He opened the door and ushered the four strangers into the
play-room.
Instantly a silence fell, a slight embarrassment came over the company.
The newcomers had a sense of many blond faces looking their way. Then,
the host was bowing to a short, energetic-looking man with large
moustaches, and saying in a low voice:
'Herr Professor, darf ich vorstellen-'
The Herr Professor was prompt and energetic. He bowed low to the
English people, smiling, and began to be a comrade at once.
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