this did not quite take away his corpse-like air, but it made him almost, i say almost, endurable to look at.
i therefore watched on the bank of the lake and, weary of long waiting, was beginning to think that he had gone through the other door, the door in the third cellar, when i heard a slight splashing in the dark, i saw the two yellow eyes shining like candles and soon the boat touched shore.erik jumped out and walked up to me:
"you've been here for twenty-four hours," he said, "and you're annoying me.i tell you, all this will end very badly.and you will have brought it upon yourself; for i have been extraordinarily patient with you.you think you are following me, you great booby, whereas it's i who am following you; and i know all that you know about me, here.i spared you yesterday, in my communists' road;but i warn you, seriously, don't let me catch you there again!
upon my word, you don't seem able to take a hint!"he was so furious that i did not think, for the moment, of interrupting him.after puffing and blowing like a walrus, he put his horrible thought into words:
"yes, you must learn, once and for all--once and for all, i say--to take a hint! i tell you that, with your recklessness--for you have already been twice arrested by the shade in the felt hat, who did not know what you were doing in the cellars and took you to the managers, who looked upon you as an eccentric persian interested in stage mechanism and life behind the scenes: i know all about it, i was there, in the office; you know i am everywhere--well, i tell you that, with your recklessness, they will end by wondering what you are after here...and they will end by knowing that you are after erik...and then they will be after erik themselves and they will discover the house on the lake....if they do, it will be a bad lookout for you, old chap, a bad lookout!...