"Your jealousy makes you blind," he said.
My jealousy? I, jealous of him?
"Good Lord!" I said, "I jealous of you? What's there for me to be
jealous about?"
"No, no, of course you're not jealous of me," he answered. "I saw Maggie
this evening, by the way. She was chewing something, as usual."
I made no answer; I simply walked off.
IV
We began going out shooting again. Glahn felt he had wronged me, and
begged my pardon.
"And I'm dead sick of the whole thing," he said. "I only wish you'd make
a slip one day and put a bullet in my throat." It was that letter from
the Countess again, perhaps, that was smouldering in his mind. I
answered:
"As a man soweth, so shall he also reap."
Day by day he grew more silent and gloomy. He had given up drinking
now, and didn't say a word, either; his cheeks grew hollow.
One day I heard talking and laughter outside my window; Glahn had turned
cheerful again, and he stood there talking out loud to Maggie. He was
getting in all his fascinating tricks. Maggie must have come straight
from her hut, and Glahn had been watching and waiting for her. They
even had the nerve to stand there making up together right outside my
glass window.
I felt a trembling in all my limbs. I cocked my gun; then I let the
hammer down again.
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