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Updated: June 23, 2025
This was an acknowledgment of merit that delighted the heart of the banker, and added a new splendor to his house. While the door was being opened to admit his lordship, Balby and the king left the house unnoticed.
"You are right, and I beg your pardon," said the king, as he smilingly nodded at Balby to remain quiet. "We travel to improve ourselves, but you have just cause of complaint. I will give you time to eat your piece of pie. Eat, therefore, monsieur, and when you have finished, if it is agreeable, we will chat awhile longer."
Sire, we will greet them with reverence." He took off his hat and bowed lowly before the black and white colors of Prussia, a greeting that Deesen imitated with the fervor of a patriot. The king did not unite in their enthusiasm; he was writing with his stick upon the ground. "Come here, Balby, and read this," he said, pointing to the lines he had traced. "Can you read them?"
Come, Balby, we have bought pictures enough; now we will only admire them, enjoy without appropriating them. The rich banker, Abramson, is said to have a beautiful collection; we will examine them, and then have our draft cashed."
The king remained sitting, and looked surprised at the threatening countenances of the people, whose angry words he tried in vain to comprehend. The still increasing crowd was suddenly separated by two strong arms, and Balby, who had been sitting at the other end of the boat, now approached the king, accompanied by a friend, and placed himself at the king's side.
Never in my life did I feel so humble and ashamed as when his excellency entered the gallery so triumphantly, and we slipped away so quietly from the house. Truly, I was fool enough to be angry at first, but I now feel that the scene was irresistibly comic. Oh! oh, Balby! do laugh with me.
Then, last of all, I have an important piece of business to transact with the great banker, Witte, on whom I have a draft. You know that Madame Blaken is expensive, and the picture-dealers will not trust our honest faces; we must show them hard cash." "Does your Shall I not go to the bankers and draw the money?" said Balby.
"Tell me what these men want, mon ami," said Frederick, hastily; "I do not understand Dutch." "I understand it, sir," said the friend who accompanied Balby, "these people are reproaching you." "Reproaching me! And why?" The stranger turned to the peasant who had first spoken, and who now began to make himself heard again in loud and angry tones.
"Travelling musicians All the more reason for mistrusting you; no good was ever heard of wandering musicians." "You are becoming impertinent, sir," and Balby, the tallest and youngest of the two friends, sprang from the stage, while the servant swung himself from the box, where he was sitting with the postilion, and with an enraged countenance placed himself beside his master.
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