He stood tall and straight, his lips parted, his face turned upwards, upwards as though he would gaze over the roof of the hotel before which they were standing, up to the skies.
"My God, Selingman!" he cried.

"My God!" The seconds passed.

Then Draconmeyer suddenly took his companion by the arm.
"Come," he said, "let us take that first seat in the gardens there.

Let us talk.

Somehow or other, although I half counted upon this, I scarcely believed....