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Of course it is. Don't you know Mr. Hinkel's villa?

[With malice.] Oh, indeed! It's there Mr. Erhart is this evening?

[Taken aback.] Why, where else should he be?

[With a slight smile.] Well, I only thought he might be where he usually is.

Where do you mean?

At that Mrs. Wilton's, as they call her.

Mrs. Wilton's? My son isn't so often there.

[Half muttering.] I've heard say as he's there every day of his life.

That's all nonsense, Malena. Go straight to Mr. Hinkel's and try to get hold of him.