“This… this home that she wants to set up. Quite passionate she seems about these rather unfortunate girls"
Two perfectly good ways of getting to exactly the same place, albeit from the opposite direction, Felix thinks as he looks up at the double staircase in the Von Albrecht home. The height of modern style, perhaps, a celebration of symmetry — but he prefers his own home: small but without airs and graces.
The drawing room is on the first floor, and when a servant ushers him to follow, Felix cannot help but take the opposite staircase and meet him in the center.
He’s announced in the drawing room. Joachim, lolling in a corner chair with a cigarette in one hand and a newspaper in the other, looks up at him with some irritation. Felix steps forward.
“I do apologize for interrupting your dinner.”
“You have not interrupted. My father brooks no interruptions, and I agree with his policy. I am merely relaxing over the day’s politics.”
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