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 "You must not abuse the women, doctor," I said. "Fräulein Duff----
"

"Has made me a formal proposal," said Doctor Snellius, hastily

putting on his spectacles, "and here comes somebody who will make
you one. Beware of this Greek in uniform."

The doctor clapped his hat upon his head and hurried away,
without returning the very friendly salute with which Arthur
approached us from a side path.

"I am glad that he is gone," said Arthur, coming to my side and

taking my arm just as in old times; "I have something to say to you,
or rather I have something to beg of you; my father has already
done it, it is true; but it can do no harm if I repeat it. You know what
I mean."

"Yes," I answered.

"I behaved like a fool, I know," the ensign continued; "but you
must really not think too hardly of me. I thought it was due to this
thing here----" and he gave his sword a kind of toss with his left leg.

"Arthur," I said, stopping and withdrawing my arm, "I am not

quite so clever as you, but you must not consider me an absolute
fool. You separated yourself from me, long before you had that
toasting-iron at your side. You did it because you had no further use
for me, because it suited your purpose to join the hue and cry
against me, because--"

"Well, yes," interrupted Arthur, "I don't deny it. I was in such an
infernally dependent position that I had to howl with the wolves. If I
had spoken out my real feelings, Lederer would have surely plucked
me at the Easter Examination, and my uncle would never have paid
for my ensign's outfit."
 "And now," I said, "it seems the wind blows from another quarter,
and we must trim our sails accordingly."

"Oh, hang it!" said Arthur, laughing, "you must not bring a fellow
to book in that way. I often say things that I cannot maintain. You
always knew that was a weakness of mine, and yet you used to like
me. I have not changed, and why are you angry with me all at once?
You may believe that I am still the same, notwithstanding my new
caparison, which, by the way, I am not likely to wear so very much
longer. It cost no end of trouble to get me the appointment; the
colonel told me himself that he only did it out of regard for my
uncle, who was his comrade in the war for freedom, and that on this
account he would shut his eyes a little to his duty, and take no
notice of the reports that were afloat about my father. But even as it
is I am not out of the woods yet. Papa's affairs are in such a frightful
condition that no creditor is willing to give him the least delay; and
unless things now take a favorable turn, he is ruined, and I of course
with him; my name will be struck off the list of candidates for
promotion."

"What is this favorable turn to consist in?" I asked.

"Well, I don't precisely know myself," Arthur replied, decapitating

some weeds with the scabbard of his sword. "Uncle Commerzienrath
has to pay over to papa his share of the inheritance, left by my
grandfather, which papa has never received; and also what is
coming to us from Uncle Malte's estate. But the old Judas will pay
nothing; he says papa has been paid already five and ten times over.
As I said, I don't understand it; I only know that I never received a
groschen of cash from my uncle, and I even envy my servant-fellow,
who at least has enough to eat."

I took a side look at my old friend; he did look extremely pale and
thin. My own appetite had long since recovered its vigor, and not to
have enough to eat, struck me as a most serious misfortune.
 "Poor fellow!" I said, and took his arm again, which I had
previously let go.

"But that is the least," continued Arthur, in a querulous tone.

"'Your father is always running in debt,' the colonel said; 'as soon as
I see that you are following in his footsteps, we shall have to part.'
But I ask you now, how with a couple of groschen a day can one
avoid running into debt? To-morrow I have to meet a little note
which a villain of a Jew swindled me out of. I spoke of it to papa and
to mamma, and they both say they have not money enough to take
them home, not to speak of giving me any. I must get out of the
scrape as best I can. Very well; I will get out of it, but in another
way."

And the ensign whistled softly, and assumed a look of gloomy

desperation.

"How much do you need, Arthur!" I asked.

"A mere trifle--twenty-five thalers."

"I will give it to you."

"You?"

"I have about so much in the cashier's hands here; and if it falls a
little short, he will give me credit."

"Will you really do that, you dear good old George?" cried Arthur,
seizing both my hands and shaking them again and again.

"But don't make such a fuss about it," I said, trying with very
mixed feelings to escape the ensign's rather too exuberant gratitude.
 CHAPTER XII.

The two brothers Von Zehren, with the commerzienrath, were

occupied for an hour the next morning in a conference which was
the object of this family gathering. The session must have been a
lively one. The room in which they were was just above the office,
and although the house was solidly built, I had more than once
heard the shrill voice of the commerzienrath. I felt a sort of disquiet,
as if my own fortunes were the matter at stake. Had I not been, by
the strangest combination of circumstances, held as it were perforce
in connection with this family? I had taken an active part, as a friend
and confident, in the most important events connected with it; and
my own fate had been entirely determined by these events and my
relation to various members of the family. If Arthur had not wanted
to have me with him at the oyster-feast on board the Penguin that
morning--if I had not met the Wild Zehren at Pinnow's that evening
after the scene with my father--if----

"The gentlemen upstairs would like to see us," said Sergeant

Süssmilch, thrusting his gray head in at the door.

"Well!" said I, laying the pen from my hand, not without a little
quickening of my pulse.

"Well, what?" asked the sergeant, coming in and latching the door
after him.

"Well, I had hoped that they would not want me," I said, getting
down from my stool with a sigh.

"Want you for what?" asked the veteran, stroking his long
moustache and looking at me half angrily.
 "It is a long story," I answered, adjusting my necktie at the great
inkstand on the table, which offered me a very distorted reflection of
myself.

"Which one need not tell an old bear with seven senses, as he
would not be able to understand it," answered the sergeant, with a
little irritation in his tone.

"I will tell you another time," I said.

At this moment, in the upper room, two voices were raised so

high, and two chairs were simultaneously pushed back with so much
violence, that the sergeant and I gave each other an expressive
look. The sergeant came close to me and said in a confidential
hollow tone:

"Fling both those fellows down the steps, and when they get
down to me, I will pitch them out of the house."

"We'll see about it," I answered, shaking the hand of the old
Cerberus, who had growled these last words apparently from the pit
of his stomach.

When I opened the door of the room upstairs, a peculiar

spectacle was presented to my gaze. The superintendent alone, of
the three gentlemen, sat at the round table, covered with papers of
all sorts. The commerzienrath stood with one hand resting upon the
back of his chair, and with the other gesticulating vehemently at the
steuerrath, who, like one who is eager to speak, and whose
adversary will not let him get in a word, stamped about the room,
stood still, raised his hand, tried to speak, then shrugged his
shoulders and stamped about the room again. No one appeared to
notice my entrance but the superintendent, who beckoned me to
him, and then called the commerzienrath's attention to my presence,
but it did not interrupt his harangue.
 "And so," he went on, "I am to lie out of my money for eighteen
years, not receiving a groschen of interest, to have such chicanery
played on me at last! You are a man of honor, Herr Superintendent;
a man of honor, I say; and in the whole matter, from the beginning
until now, have behaved as nobly as possible, but that gentleman
there----" and he pointed his clumsy finger at the steuerrath with an
energetic gesture, as if there had been any possibility of mistaking
the person meant--"that gentleman, your brother and my brother-in-
law, seems to have a very peculiar way of looking at money-
transactions. Oh yes, it would suit me exactly to have my goods paid
for two or three times over, only there happen to stand certain
passages in the law of the country----"

"Brother-in-law!" exclaimed the steuerrath, taking a stride

towards the speaker, and raising his hand in a threatening manner.

The commerzienrath sprang with great agility behind a chair, and

cried: "Do you expect to intimidate me? I stand under the protection
of the law----"

"Don't scream so, Herr Commerzienrath," I said, laying my hand

upon his right shoulder, and forcing him down into his chair.

I had noticed that the superintendent's pale cheeks were growing

redder and redder at every word of the furious man, and the marks
of pain under his eyes were becoming more and more apparent.

The commerzienrath rubbed his shoulder, looked at me with an

expression of astonishment, and was silent, just as a screaming child
suddenly stops its crying when something very extraordinary
happens to it.

The superintendent smiled, and availing himself of the sudden

pause, said:

"I invited our young friend to come up, because I really did not
know how the question which is the matter of immediate dispute
could be better or more promptly decided; for no one can give us
surer information on this point than he. We want to know, George,
what there was in the house at Zehrendorf: the furniture, the plate,
and so forth; and we should like some account of the condition of
the farm buildings, and as correct an inventory as possible of the live
stock and other property, if you can inform us on this point. Do you
think you can do so?"

"I will try," I said, and gave them as full an account as I could.

While I spoke, the little gray eyes of the commerzienrath were

fixed immovably upon me, and I remarked that as I proceeded with
the description, his puckered face cleared up more and more, while
the steuerrath's grew longer and more confused in the same
proportion.

"You see, brother-in-law, that I was right," cried the

commerzienrath, "that----"

"You agreed to leave the management of the matter to me," said

the superintendent; and then turning to the steuerrath: "It appears,
Arthur, that George's account agrees with the inventory which the
commerzienrath had taken three years before, except such trifling
differences as the lapse of time amply explains----"

"And so," cried the commerzienrath, "the money which I lent your
deceased brother upon it, could scarcely have been too little. As my
brother-in-law has not yet given us the proof that the sum which the
deceased paid him, in the year 1818, through my hands, was not an
indemnification for his interest in the estate, he must consent to
admit that even during the life of his brother, I was the legal
proprietor of Zehrendorf, and that his pretensions are illusory,
entirely illusory----"

And the commerzienrath threw himself back in his chair, puckered

up his eyes, and rubbed his hands as if with satisfaction.
 "I should have thought," began the steuerrath, with an
appearance of annoyance, "that these things were not precisely
suitable to be discussed in the presence of a third person----"

I arose, with a look at the superintendent.

"Excuse me, my dear Arthur," said the latter, "you not only were
willing but even desirous that we should call in our young friend
here; of course it was to be expected that in his presence many
things----"

"----would be spoken of, which would not be particularly

agreeable to the Herr Steuerrath," said the commerzienrath, turning
over his papers with a malicious smile.

"I must entreat you, brother-in-law--" said the superintendent.

"And I must further request," cried the steuerrath, "that these

matters be handled in a more becoming tone. If I pledge my word
as a nobleman that my deceased brother more than once assured
me that he had parted with only a small, the very smallest part of
the Zehrendorf forest----"

"So!" cried the commerzienrath; "is that your scheme? First it was
the house, then the inventory, now it is the forest--here is the bill of
sale."

"I beg you," said the steuerrath, pushing away with the back of
his hand the paper which the commerzienrath extended to him
across the table; "I have already taken note of it. This bill, moreover,
is not indisputable."

"It is the handwriting of our brother," said the superintendent, in

a reproachful tone.

"But expressed in such general terms," replied the steuerrath,

shrugging his shoulders.
 "Was I to have every tree separately described?" cried the
commerzienrath. "It is unheard of, the way I am treated here. I do
not speak of you, Herr Superintendent. You are a man of honor,
every inch of you; but when I am told here every moment that I
must respect the word of a nobleman, and a paper like this is not of
more validity, which is a nobleman's word too, and written with his
own hand----"

The commerzienrath had fallen into a querulous tone.

"Perhaps our young friend here can give us information on this

point too," said the superintendent. "Do you remember, George, to
have heard anything from the mouth of our deceased brother
bearing upon the point at issue?"

The steuerrath cast a quick, anxious look first at me; the

commerzienrath stealthily watched me, and then the steuerrath, as if
to detect the signs of any secret collusion between us; the
superintendent fixed his large, clear blue eyes upon me with a look
of inquiry.

"Certainly I can," I answered.

"Well then?" cried the commerzienrath.

I told the gentlemen the expression which the Wild Zehren had
used when he came to my room the morning before his death, that
of the whole majestic forest no part belonged to him, not even
enough to make him a coffin.

My voice faltered as I told this. That morning when I beheld for

the last time the lovely park glittering in the glorious sunshine, the
portrait of the strange man who knew himself utterly ruined, and
gave so passionate an expression to his knowledge--his attitude, his
words, the tone of his voice--all came back to me with irresistible
force; I had to turn away to hide the tears which sprang to my eyes.
 "The question is decided for me now, if it were not so before,"
said the superintendent, rising and coming to me.

"And for me too," cried the commerzienrath, with a triumphant

look at his adversary.

"But not for me," said the steuerrath. "However disposed I am to

place the fullest confidence in the veracity, or, more accurately, in
the good memory of our young friend here, his recollections differ
too widely from what I have heard from my brother's lips for me to
abandon the ground I have taken. I am sorry to have to be so
obstinate, but I cannot help it. I owe it to myself and to my family.
The last eighteen years of my life are a series of sacrifices made to
our eldest brother. But a few days before his tragical end he
appealed to me in the most moving terms to advance him a
considerable sum of money; I ran about the whole town to get it for
him; I came to you also, brother-in-law, as you doubtless remember.
You refused me--and, by the way, not in the most delicate manner. I
wrote to my unfortunate brother that I would assist him, but he
must wait. I adjured him to take no desperate resolution. He did not
regard my entreaties. Had that letter only not been lost!"

"You have no further occasion for me, Herr Superintendent?" I

said, and, without awaiting his answer, left the room, and hastened
to the office in a state of agitation, at which now I can but smile.
What had happened of so much consequence? A man, speaking of
matters of importance, had been guilty of an audacious lie. Later I
discovered that this is not of such rare occurrence, and in matters of
business lying has a sort of charter; but I was then very young, very
inexperienced, and, I may add, innocent, or my emotion at this
moment could not have been so violent. I stood in the presence of a
thing to me at once horrible and incomprehensible. I could not grasp
it. I felt as if the world was being lifted from its pivots. Once before
something like this had happened to me--when I heard of
Constance's flight, and learned that she had deceived me and lied to
me; but there was then still a kind of palliation for her in my eyes;
the passion of love, which I could understand. But this I did not
understand. I could not conceive how, for a few wretched hundred
or thousand dollars, one could calumniate the dead, defraud the
living, and roll one's self in the mire. But one thing became clear to
me at that moment, and all my life since I have held to the
conviction that truth is not a mere form, by the side of which
another might have place, but that it is like nature, the foundation
and the essential condition of human existence; and that every lie
shakes and upheaves this foundation, as far as its influence reaches.

Since then I have discovered that this influence is not so

extremely wide; that as water naturally seeks its level, so the moral
world continually strives to keep truth erect, and to cancel the
injurious effect of falsehood.

But on this morning this consolatory thought did not present itself
to calm the agitation in my heart. "Liar, hateful, disgusting liar!" I
murmured over and over to myself, "you deserve that I should have
you placed in the pillory; that I should reveal the real contents of the
last letter you wrote to your brother."

I think that if this state of things had continued, I should not have
been able to resist the impulse to revenge Truth on her betrayer,
however foreign to my nature was the part of informer. But I now
heard the gentlemen coming down the stairs, and the next moment
the superintendent entered the office. His cheeks were now as pale
as they had before been flushed; his eyes were glassy, as those of
one who has just undergone an agonizing operation; he tottered to
a chair, and sank into it as I hastened to support him.

After a minute he pressed my hand, assumed an erect position,

and said, smiling:

"Thank you; it is over now. Excuse this weakness, but it has

affected me more powerfully than I had thought. Such a dispute
about yours and mine is always the most disagreeable thing in the
world, even when one looks upon it as a mere spectator; how much
more then when the dust raised is thrown directly into one's face!
Well, the matter is ended. I had proposed a compromise before, and
they have agreed to sign it. My brother, for a very moderate
indemnification, gives up all his claims, which your last words
deprived, with me, of all remains of credit. He calls himself a beggar;
but alas! he is not one of those beggars who might take their place
by kings."

The pale man smiled bitterly, and continued in a low tone, as if

talking to himself:

"Thus the last remnant of the inheritance of our ancestors passes

out of our hands. The old time is past--it has lasted too long! I
regret the forest; one does not like to see the trees fall through
whose foliage the earliest morning-ray greeted our childish eyes, and
under whose branches we played our childish sports. And now they
will fall; to their new possessor they are but wood, which he will
convert into money. Money! True, it rules the world, and he knows
it; he knows that the turn has come for him and those like him, and
they are now the knights of the hammer. It is the old game in a
somewhat different form. How long will they play it? Not long, I
trust. Then----"

He raised his eyes to me with a long loving look----"then will come

our turn, ours, who have comprehended that there is such a thing as
justice, that this justice cannot be trifled with, and that we must
cleave to and desire with all our souls this justice, which is equity. Is
it not so, George?"
 CHAPTER XIII.

Doctor Willibrod and I had hoped that, now that their business was
at an end, the burdensome guests who had so long made the
superintendent's house their home, would take their leave; but our
hope was to be only partially fulfilled.

"I do not wish to travel in the company of a man who has made
me a beggar," said the steuerrath.

"Fudge!" said the commerzienrath, coming into the office that

afternoon, in travelling dress, to bid me good-by; "he has been a
beggar all his life. Would you believe it? five minutes ago he was
begging from me again; he has not the money to take him home, I
must advance him a hundred thalers. I gave them to him; I shall
never see them again. By the way, I must see you again. Really I
like you better every time I see you; you are a capital fellow."

"You will make but little capital out of me, Herr Commerzienrath."

"Make capital? Very good!" said the jovial old fellow, and poked
me in the ribs. "We shall see, we shall see. Your very first movement
when you leave this place must be to my house. Will soon find
something for you; am planning all sorts of improvements on the
estate--here the commerzienrath shut his eyes--distillery, brick-yard,
turf-cutting, saw-mill--will find a place for you at once. How long
have you still to be here?"

"Six years longer."

The commerzienrath puffed out his cheeks. "Whew! that is an

awful time. Can I do nothing for you? Could I help you up there? A
little cash in hand, eh?"

"I am greatly obliged to you, but cannot expect any advantage

from your exertions."

"Pity, pity! Would have been so glad to prove my gratitude to you.

You have really done me a great service. The man would have given
me much trouble. Would a little money be of service to you? Speak
freely. I am a man of business, and a hundred thalers or so are a
trifle to me."

"If we are to part as friends, not another word of that," I said,

with decision.

The commerzienrath hastily thrust back the thick pocketbook

which he had half drawn out of his pocket, and for the greater
security buttoned over it one button of his blue frockcoat.

"A man's free-will is his heaven. Come anyhow and bid my

Hermine good-by. I believe the girl would refuse to start if you do
not come to the carriage. Perhaps you will not do this either."

"Assuredly I will," I answered, and followed the commerzienrath

to the space in front of the house, where already the whole family
was assembled around the great travelling-carriage of the
millionaire. While in his ostentatious way he was boasting of the
convenience of the carriage and the beauty of the two powerful
brown horses, who were lazily switching their long tails about, and
at intervals bidding farewell to the company with clumsy bows and
awkward phrases, Hermine was flitting from one to another,
laughing, teasing, romping in rivalry with her Zerlina, that seemed to
be continually in the air, and kept up the most outrageous barking.
In this way she passed me two or three times, without taking the
least notice of me. Suddenly some one touched my arm from
behind. It was Fräulein Duff. She beckoned me, by a look, a little to
one side, and said hurriedly and mysteriously:
 "She loves you!"

Fräulein Duff seemed so agitated; her locks, usually so artistically

arranged, fluttered to-day in such disorder about her narrow face;
her water-blue eyes rolled so strangely in their large sockets--I really
believed for a moment that "the good lady had quite lost her
modicum of wits.

"Don't put on such a desperate look, Richard," she said.

"'From the clouds must fortune fall,

From the lap of the Immortals.'

"That is an eternal truth, which here once more is proven. She

confessed it to me this morning with such passionate tears; it rent
my heart; I wept with her; I might well do it, for I felt with her.

"'And I, I too was born in Arcady,

But the short spring-time brought me only tears.'"

Fräulein Duff wiped her water-blue eyes, and cast a languishing

look at Doctor Snellius, who with a very mixed expression of
countenance was receiving the thanks of the commerzienrath.

"Both youth and man!" she whispered:

"'The rind may have a bitter taste,

But surely not the fruit.'

"Good heavens! what have I said! You are in possession of the

secret of a virgin heart. You will not profane it. And now, let us now
part, Richard. One last word: Seek truly and thou shalt find! I come,
I come!"
 She turned away, and waving the company a farewell with her
parasol, hurried to the carriage, in which the commerzienrath had
already fixed himself comfortably, while Hermine held her spaniel out
at the door and let it bark. Startled at Fräulein Duffs extraordinary
communication, I had kept in the background; the wild little creature
had not a single look for him whom, according to Fräulein Duff's
report, she loved. She laughed and jested, but at the moment when
the horses started, a painful spasm contracted her charming face,
and she threw herself passionately into her governess's arms to hide
the tears that burst from her eyes.

"Rid of these," said Doctor Snellius; "hope to-morrow we shall

send the others after them."

But the doctor's hope was not fulfilled on the morrow, nor yet on
the next day. Fourteen days passed, and the steuerrath and the born
Baroness Kippenreiter were still the guests of the superintendent.

"I shall poison them if they don't leave soon," crowed the doctor.

"One could turn to a bear with seven senses on the spot,"

growled the sergeant.

It was in truth a genuine calamity that had befallen the house of

the excellent man; and we three allies bemoaned it, each in his own
way, but none louder and more passionately than the doctor.

"You will see," he said, "these people will take up their winter-
quarters here. The house is not large, but the hedgehog knows how
to make himself comfortable with the marmot; they are well cared
for, and as for the friendliness of intercourse--though they care less
for that--there is no lack of it. How can Humanus have the patience?
He must have a Potosi at his disposal. For he suffers, very seriously
suffers, under the hypocritical spaniel-like humility of this brotherly
parasite, as does his angelic wife under the sharp claws and yellow
teeth of the born Kippenreiter. Good heavens! that we should
breathe the same air with such creatures--that we must eat from the
same dish with them! What crime have we committed?"

"The born Kippenreiters would say the same thing of us."

"You want to provoke me, but you are right. Doubly right; for the
born Kippenreiters not only say it but act accordingly, and forbid us,
whenever they can, the air that they breathe and the dishes out of
which they eat, without in the least caring whether we suffocate or
starve; indeed most likely with the wish that these events may come
to pass."

"A contribution to the superintendent's hammer and anvil theory,"

I said.

The doctor's bald crown glowed a lively red.

"Don't talk to me of this good-natured folly," he cried, in his

shrillest tones. "Whoever is weak or good-natured, or both--and he
most likely will be both--has been hammered by the strong and evil-
disposed, as long as the world stands; and he will continue to be
hammered until water runs up-hill and the lamb eats the wolf.
Hammer and anvil! Old Goethe knew the world, and knew better."

"And what would you do, doctor, if some poor relations took up
quarters with you, and became burdensome to you in time?"

"I? I would--that is a stupid question. I don't know what I would

do. But that proves nothing--nothing at all; or at the most only that
I, spite of all my rhodomontades, am only a wretched piece of anvil.
And finally--yes, now I have it! We are neither relations nor
connections of theirs; we have no consideration to observe, and we
must drive them off."

"A happy thought, doctor!"

 "That is it!" said the doctor, and hopped from one leg to other. "I
am ready for anything--for anything! We must spoil their life here,
embitter it, drench it with gall: in a word, make it impossible."

"But how?"

"How? You lazy mammoth! Devise your own scheme. The born
Kippenreiter I take upon myself. She thinks that she has a diseased
heart, because she has a bad one. She is as afraid of death as if she
had tried a week's experiment in the lower regions. She shall believe
me."

On the very same day, Doctor Willibrod Snellius commenced his

diabolical plan. Whenever he was within hearing of the born
Kippenreiter he began talking of the circulation of the blood, of
veins, of arteries, of valvular defects, inflammation of the
pericardium, spasm of the heart. He knew, he said, that such
conversation must be wearisome to her ladyship, but he was writing
a monograph on the subject, and out of the fulness of the heart the
mouth speaks. Indeed he could not deny that it was not entirely
without a motive that he had drawn her attention precisely to this
point. He could not and would not positively assert, without a
previous and thorough examination, that the valves of her ladyship's
heart were not performing their functions regularly; but there were
certain symptoms of which probably she might have experienced
one or another, and prudence was not merely the mother of wisdom,
but often the bestower of, if not a long life, at least one lengthened
by several years.

The gnädige was by no means a person to whom I felt an

especial inclination, and yet I sometimes felt a kind of pity when I
saw how the unhappy victim twisted and writhed under the knife of
her tormentor. How could she escape him? As a lady who piqued
herself upon her culture, she could not well avoid a scientific
conversation; as a guest of the house she owed consideration to a
friend of the family; and in reality this topic, which she dreaded as a