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The men, to whom these words were addressed, were not the bravest of mortals, and not a syllable was heard, as Aquanus led the young wife into the tavern. The landlord's wife and daughter received her in their own rooms, which were separated from those occupied by guests of the inn, and begged her to make herself comfortable there until the crowd had dispersed.
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.
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.
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?"
He drank to Meister Aquanus as eagerly and gaily as ever, exclaiming: "To old times and our friend, Georg von Dornburg." "With all my heart," replied the landlord. "We haven't heard of his bold deeds and expeditions for a long time." "Of course! The fermenting wine is now clear. Dornburg is in the English service, and four weeks ago I met him as a member of her British Majesty's navy in London.
The men, to whom these words were addressed, were not the bravest of mortals, and not a syllable was heard, as Aquanus led the young wife into the tavern. The landlord's wife and daughter received her in their own rooms, which were separated from those occupied by guests of the inn, and begged her to make herself comfortable there until the crowd had dispersed.
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.
The cattle-dealer did not finish his sentence, for Herr Aquanus had seen from the Angulus what was happening to the burgomaster's wife, came out of the tavern into the street, and stepped into the midst of the malcontents. "For shame!" he cried. "To assail a respectable lady in the street! Are these Leyden manners?
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.
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.
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