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She held out her hand as if expecting him to lay the words in it.
Lenz grasped her hand, assuring her that he was not offended,
but, on the contrary, grateful to her from his very heart. The hands
of both trembled. Lenz said it was time he was on his way again, but
she held him fast, and seemed anxious, by talking of all manner of
other topics, to efface the remembrance of her heedless speech.
When he left at last, she cried out after him: "Remember me to your
Annele, and bring her soon to see me."
Lenz went on his way with the borrowed hat; a beggar's hat, as
he called it, sadly.
Katharine's words pursued him. The same pity that was expressed
for him in that house was doubtless felt in many others. The thought
almost unmanned him, but he would not give way. He told himself
that it was his own fault; he ought to have showed more firmness.
Again and again his stick fell from his hands, and every time he
stooped to pick it up, he almost lacked the power to rise.
His request for money was everywhere refused with more or less
civility. Some wondered at his applying to them when he had rich
brothers-in-law and an uncle rolling in money; others more politely
excused themselves on the plea of having just bought some land
and needing all their money for building; or regretted he had not
applied a few days ago, before they made their last investment.
Sorely dispirited, Lenz pursued his way. He could not bear to think
of home. His one wish was that he might never see the Morgenhalde
again, but could lie down in some ditch, or in the wood, or in any
one of the many quiet places he passed; lie down and die. Still, an
irresistible force drove him ever onward.
Before him lay Knuslingen, where Franzl lived with her brother.
There was at least one person in the world who would be glad to
see him.
Lenz at last made out to say that it was time for him to be going.
He heard Annele's sharp words as plainly as if she were standing at
his elbow, reproaching him for his foolish waste of time, in sitting
listening to any old woman's tale that was poured into his ears. He
cast a hurried look behind him to see if she were not actually in the
room, and hastily seized his hat and cane. Franzl begged him before
he went to mount with her into her little chamber under the roof
where she had something to say to him. He trembled inwardly lest
Franzl too was about to speak of his unhappiness at home. She did
not refer to that, however, but brought out from the straw of her
bed a heavy, well-filled shoe, tied with many fastenings, saying: "You
must do me a favor; I cannot sleep in peace with this thing here;
and I pray you to take it away and do what you please with it. Here
are a hundred florins and three crown-pieces. You will take them,
won't you? and give me back my quiet sleep." Lenz declined the
proffered money, and again prepared to depart; but Franzl wept and
held him fast. "If you have any message for your mother, let me
know. Please God, I shall soon be with her, and will deliver it
faithfully. And if your mother is too timid to tell our Lord God the
whole truth, I will do it myself. You can rely upon me."
Still the old woman would not let go of Lenz's hand, and kept
saying: "There was something else I wanted to say to you; it has
been on my tongue, but now I cannot think what it was. As soon as
you are gone I shall certainly remember it. I was to remind you of
something; don't you know what it was?"
Lenz did not know what it was, and at last almost reluctantly took
his departure.
He entered a wayside inn, where a noisy welcome awaited him.
"Hurrah, hurrah! that is jolly to have you here too," cried a voice in
greeting; and there at a table, on which stood a great flagon of beer,
sat Pröbler with two of his associates. One of his pot companions
was the blind musician from Fuchsberg, whose instrument Lenz was
in the habit of putting in order every year. An expression of
embarrassment and mortification overspread the blind man's face at
the sound of Lenz's voice, but he assumed a braggadocio air, and,
flourishing his glass above his head, cried out, "Come, Lenz, pledge
me out of my glass!" Lenz courteously declined. Old Pröbler tried to
get up and advance to meet him, but his legs soon admonished him
that he was safer sitting, and he contented himself with calling out:
"Take a seat with us, Lenz, and let the bankrupt world without snow
itself away as it will. There is no good left in it. Here we will sit till
the day of judgment. I want nothing more; when I have spent my
last farthing I shall sell my coat for drink, and then lay me down in
the snow and save you the cost of burying me. Here you have a
proof, comrades, of what a worthless world it is, that can thus bring
its best and noblest to ruin. Have a drink, Lenz! That is well. Look at
him, the best and bravest fellow in all the world; and how has the
world used him? When his mother died, and the whole town was
talking of nothing but Lenz's marriage,--why, the sparrows could not
be madder after a sack of corn than the girls were for Lenz."
"No, no; you need not be ashamed to hear the truth. The doctor's
daughters, and the paper-miller's only daughter, who was so rich
and handsome and married Baron Thingummy,--every one of them
would have jumped at him. The paper-miller said to me the day
after the betrothal: 'Lenz of the Morgenhalde might have had my
daughter and welcome.' And now--Peace, Lenz; I have done--only
the Lord or the Devil knows who will get the upperhand. Look at
that man! His own father-in-law has robbed him, has sold the very
hair off his head, and left his house bare in the middle of winter. I
was honest too once, Lenz; but I have had enough of it, and you will
see the folly of it presently. Go about the world, if you are in want,
and ask of the good and charitable. Take a pinch; take a pinch! their
snuff-boxes are open to you, and that is all. Take a pinch!" Pröbler
pressed his snuff-box upon him and laughed immoderately.
Lenz had to drink with the rest, and Pröbler, filling the glasses
again, cried out exultingly: "The doctor wants to take me into his
hospital, his manufactory. It is too late. The time for doctoring and
manufacturing is past. There is Lenz of the Morgenhalde, whom all
respect to-day and to-morrow, and how much longer? I was once
like him, and now when I go through the town men point their
fingers at me and shrug their shoulders and cry, 'Pah, there is that
scamp of a Pröbler!' Follow my advice, Lenz. Don't wait till you are
as old as I, but make your bow in good season. Hark to me, brother,
I have something to tell you. Do you remember our setting up those
standard regulators? Do you know what we were then? A couple of
pattern fools. Did you want to unite the clockmakers in an
association? You might as well try to make them join hands with the
Devil. Hark to me, brother! Don't tear yourself away; stay here, stay
here! I have something to tell you. I make you my heir. There is a
way to buy jollity in the world, and forgetfulness, and good cheer. I
know your heart is heavy; I know where the shoe pinches. Old
Pröbler knows more than other men; he knows everything. Pour
wine on the worm in your heart; wine or brandy. Whatever drowns it
is good. Then we shall have no more clocks, no more hours, no day
and no night, no more time, but all eternity."
The old man fell into the most frenzied ravings. At times a spark
of intelligence shone through his wild utterances, and then again all
was delirium. It was impossible to tell whether it was a fact, or only
his fancy, that the landlord's failure had robbed him of all provision
for his old age, or whether it was the sale of his mysterious work
that had reduced him to this state of despair. The burden of his cry
was ever "Lenz, drink your life out while you are young, and don't be
so long killing yourself as I have been." Lenz turned sick with horror
at this living proof of what a man may come to who has lost his self-
respect, and whose only refuge is self-forgetfulness.
"Your mother had a good saying," began Pröbler again; "did I tell
you that was Lenz of the Morgenhalde? Yes, your mother. 'Better go
barefoot than in ragged boots,' she used to say. Do you know what
she meant? I have a better proverb: 'Tear off the nag's shoes before
you take her to market.' Landlord! here is another horseshoe for
you. Wine, wine!" He threw down a dollar.
The mention of his mother's name, though in such an unworthy
connection, acted as a warning to Lenz as effectually as if her eye
were suddenly and sternly fixed upon him. He rose from his seat, in
spite of all Pröbler's efforts to detain him. Gladly would he have
taken the old man with him, but it was impossible to stir him from
the spot. All he could do was to charge the landlord to keep him
where he was till morning, and on no account to give him anything
more to drink. "There is my last pinch gone," cried Pröbler, throwing
his snuff-box after him as he closed the door.
The night was coming on. The ice-bird twittered by the frozen
brook, and the ravens sought the cover of the forest. A buck came
out to the edge of the wood, stood with his great eyes fixed on Lenz
till he came close up to him, then with a bound vanished again into
the thicket, marking his course by the fresh snow he shook from the
tender firs as he passed.
A wonderful tone there was in the old woman's voice, just like his
mother's. Thanks for the friendly warning!
A sleigh drew up by his side, and the engineer, throwing back his
fur wrappings, pressed him to jump in and occupy his empty seat.
There was no resisting his cordial manner. He made Lenz, who was
warm from walking, take the fur robe, while he covered himself over
with the horse-blanket. The horses set off at a brisk pace; the bells
jingled merrily; they seemed to be flying through the strangely soft
air.
"I am glad to see you once in our house," said Amanda, handing
him a cup of tea. "How is Annele? If I thought your wife would like
to see me, I should be glad to call on her some time."
"I have not been at home since four o'clock this morning, or was
it longer ago? it seems to me a week. I believe she is well. I will
send you word when she is ready to receive visitors." His voice was
firm, but his eyes turned searchingly from one to the other as he
spoke. Strange thoughts were sweeping through his brain.
How different his life might have been had he tried to win this
woman for his wife! Pilgrim had seemed sure she would not refuse
him. Then he would be sitting here at home; would have a position
in the world, a wife to honor and uphold him, and all these kind
friends for his own family. His first swallow of tea almost choked
him.
The old mayoress, the doctor's mother, who sat at the tea-table
eating her oatmeal porridge, had a great fancy for Lenz. He was
made to sit close beside her and raise his voice very loud in order
that she might hear. She had been a playmate of his mother when a
girl, and liked to tell of the gay times they used to have together,
especially on their Shrove-tide sleighing parties, which now were
given up with many other of the old sports. Marie was always the
merriest of the company. The old mayoress inquired about Franzl,
listened with interest to Lenz's account of his visit to her,--he
omitting, of course, all mention of the money she had offered him,--
rejoiced at hearing of Katharine's prosperity and beneficence, and
sympathized with her desire to adopt a child.
The old mayoress urged him to come often and bring his wife,
adding: "I hear a great deal said of her goodness and cleverness.
Give my greetings to her and your children." Lenz hardly knew how
to respond to such unwonted words. He would have thought she
was mocking at him, had her manner been less sincerely cordial. It
must be that nothing but good was spoken of others in this house,
and therefore she had heard only the good of Annele.
"Just as you arrived," said the old lady, "we were speaking of your
father and my dear husband. A clock-dealer from Prussia had been
saying that our clocks were not so good as they used to be when
your father and my husband were alive; that they did not keep so
good time. I told him I did not agree with him; that, with all respect
to the dead, I was sure the clocks were just as exact now as in old
times, but that the men who used them were more particular. Was I
not right, Lenz? You are an honest man; tell me if I was not right."
Lenz assured her she was perfectly right, and thanked her for not
extolling the old times at the expense of the new.
The engineer cited railways and telegraphs as proofs of the
superior exactness of the present day.
Here was a hand stretched out from heaven to save him. "I
should be very glad to undertake it, certainly," returned Lenz,
turning red and hot; "but you know, doctor, it has always been my
endeavor to form an association of all the clockmakers of our
district. Various circumstances have thus far prevented my
accomplishing this plan, but I still cherish it, and therefore can only
join this enterprise on condition that your two sons promise to
connect the manufactory with the association, perhaps in time even
to make it a part of the property of the association."
"Agreed then; yet I must make one other condition; please say
nothing of our plan till--" Lenz hesitated.
"Till I have spoken with my wife. She has her own ideas on such
matters."
"I know her well. She is always rightly disposed when her pride
does not stand in the way. An honest pride is greatly to be
respected."
Lenz cast down his eyes, accepting the doctor's lesson, so kindly
and courteously given.
"We have as yet spoken with no one. Pröbler we shall offer some
subordinate position to,--not so high a place as yours, of course. He
is ingenious, and his ingenuity may, perhaps, be turned to practical
account. The poor devil ought to be put in the way of laying up
something for his old age. He has been almost out of his senses
since his grand secret was sold at auction."
"I will go at once. Shall I leave you here, or will you go with me to
the town?"
He shook hands all round, each one wishing him a cordial good-
night, and the old mayoress taking his hand in both of hers with
peculiar tenderness.
Where the path began to ascend the hill, Lenz and the doctor
parted. "Wait at home till I come," the latter said. "What a singular
softness there is in the air this evening! We shall certainly have a
thaw."
Here have I been seeking help abroad, while it was waiting for me
at my own door. There are good people still in the world; better than
I ever was, Lenz said to himself, as he went homewards up the hill.
CHAPTER XXX.
PETROVITSCH THAWS AND FREEZES AGAIN.
"I know what you have come for," said Petrovitsch to the doctor
as he entered. "Take a seat." He drew a chair up to the well-heated
stove, in front of which a bright open fire was burning.
"Well, what have I come for, Sir Prophet?" asked the doctor,
summoning all his good-humor to his aid.
"But money, money is the main point. Let me tell you at the start
that I am not one of those who spend their tenderness over a
drunkard by the roadside. On the contrary, if the fellow has a broken
leg, he has no one but himself to thank for it. I speak thus freely to
you because you are one of the few men whom I respect."
"You are a physician, and you are sick too, like our whole district,-
-like our whole race in these days."
"Thanks."
"Of the goatherd, I suppose. Thereby hangs a tale. For the forty-
two years that I was travelling by land and by sea, in all degrees of
heat and cold that man or beast can endure, that name pursued me
like a dog, without my having the sense to give it a kick that should
silence it forever.
"My brother and the Appenzeller agreed upon the terms. The only
farewell I received was, 'You will get thrashed if you come home
before winter.'