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"When that is accomplished, each individual will belong to himself, and then: why should I conceal it, nothing will keep me in Leyden." "And the organ? Your father?" asked Aquanus. "My brothers will remain here, snug in their own nest," answered Wilhelm. "But something urges, impels me "
Klaus Van Aken, or as he preferred to be called, Nicolaus Aquanus, was a singular man, who had received good gifts from more than one of the Olympians; for besides his business he zealously devoted himself to science and several of the arts.
"What magnificent piece of beef is this?" he asked the landlord. "No less a personage than Frank Floris sketched it," replied Aquanus. "He once came here from Brussels and called on Meister Artjen. The old man had gone out, so Floris took a bit of charcoal and drew these lines with it.
But Maria longed to reach home, and when she said she must go, Aquanus offered his company. Georg von Dornburg was standing in the entry and stepped back with a respectful bow, but the innkeeper called to him, saying: "There is much to be done to-day, for many a man will doubtless indulge himself in a glass of liquor after the good news.
Georg, leaning far back in his chair, stretched his feet out before him and stared silently into vacancy. Herr Aquanus, the host, walked from one table to another, and when he at last reached the one where the officers sat, paused opposite to the Thuringian, saying: "Where are your thoughts, Junker? One would scarcely know you during the last few days. What has come over you?"
Several elderly gentlemen were at one table enjoying their wine, while at another were Captain Van der Laen, a brave Hollander, who was receiving English pay and had come to the city with the other defenders of Alfen, the Musician Wilhelm, Junker Georg, and the landlord. "It's a pleasure to meet people like you, Junker," said Aquanus.
"When that is accomplished, each individual will belong to himself, and then: why should I conceal it, nothing will keep me in Leyden." "And the organ? Your father?" asked Aquanus. "My brothers will remain here, snug in their own nest," answered Wilhelm. "But something urges, impels me "
In this room Herr Aquanus himself was in the habit of appearing among his guests; in the other, opposite to the entrance, his wife held sway. On this day, the "Angulus," as the beautiful taproom was called, was but thinly occupied, for the sun had just set, though the lamps were already lighted.
"What magnificent piece of beef is this?" he asked the landlord. "No less a personage than Frank Floris sketched it," replied Aquanus. "He once came here from Brussels and called on Meister Artjen. The old man had gone out, so Floris took a bit of charcoal and drew these lines with it.
With these words he raised the goblet, drained it at a single draught, made the nail test and replaced it on the table. "Well done!" cried the old man; and Herr Aquanus said: "He learned that at the University; studying makes people thirsty."
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