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"Don't be ashamed, nephew," encouragingly continued my uncle; "this wine is allowed to the young also, if they dip choice Pressburg biscuits in it; it is a very celebrated biscuit, prepared by M. Fromm." My blood rose to my cheeks. M. Fromm! My host!
Then we kissed and took leave. They had to start early in the morning. But the next day, when the carriage stood at the door, I was waiting ready dressed for them. The whole Fromm family came down to the carriage to say adieu to the travellers. That girl who was going to occupy my place was sad herself. Methought she was much more winning, when sadness made her eyes downcast.
From his countenance I could not gather what he had said but the word kerl made me prepare myself for a repetition of the struggle of yesterday, for which I did not feel the least inclination. Scarcely was the copying ready when the steps of Father Fromm resounded on the staircase.
Grandmother was thoughtless enough to discover immediately what I wished to conceal, with these words: "Desiderius is going to live with that very man." "With the celebrated 'Zwieback' baker! Why, he can teach my nephew to bake Pressburg biscuits." How I was scalded and reduced to nothing, how I blushed before Melanie! The idea of my learning to bake biscuits from M. Fromm!
My pride was the greatest that my brother was living in a privy councillor's house, and, if my school-fellows asked me where I lived, I never omitted to mention the fact that "my brother was living with Bálnokházy, P. C.," while I myself had taken up my abode merely with a baker. Baker Fromm was indeed very sorry that we were not dining "at home." At least they might have left me alone there.
The "Gross-mamma" was the exact counterpart of Mrs. Fromm, only about thirty years older, a little more slender, and sharper in feature: she had also grey "Schneckles" though I did not know until ten years later that they were not her own: she too had that wart, though in her case it was on the chin. In a little low chair was sitting that certain personage with whom they wished to exchange me.
For the sake of greater security he first of all displayed the written exercise to his father, thinking it better to leave his weaker side until later. Father Fromm gazed at the deep learning with a critical eye, then graciously expressed his approval. "Bonus, Bonus." But the lesson? That bitter piece!
That is 'a mill, as Father Fromm would say. Well, and what do you think of it, sir?" "I think, it cannot be true; and I want to find my brother, no matter what has become of him. "And when you have found him?" "Then, if that woman is holding him by one hand, I shall seize the other and we shall see which of us will be the stronger." Márton gave me a sound slap on the back, saying "Teufelskerl.
Father Fromm actually made peace though slowly with fate, and agreed that it was just as well Henrik could continue his father's business. He might find some respite in the fact that at least his second child would become a "lady." Desiderius had a joy in store for him in that he was to meet his erstwhile Rector, who was to give away the bride.
He gazed ever askance at Father Fromm's ruler, and when he reached the first obstacle, as the old fellow raised the ruler, probably merely with the intention of striking Henrik's mental capacity into action by startling him, Henrik was no more to be seen; he was under the bed, where he had managed to hide his long body with remarkable agility; nor would he come forth until Father Fromm promised he would not hurt him, and would take him to breakfast.
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