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Updated: May 18, 2025
The dog ran like mad through the court and the hall, and out on to the street. Just at this moment young Baron von Auffenberg was entering to pay Herr Carovius that promised visit. He jumped back from the beast, but it sprang at his body, and in a jiffy the Baron was lying full length on the pavement.
The dog howled and whined and barked night after night. It was enough to melt the heart of a stone. Nobody could sleep. Andreas Döderlein went to the police, but they told him that the case was beyond their jurisdiction. Herr Carovius lay in bed rejoicing with exceeding great joy over the fact that the people could not sleep.
When Herr Carovius was alone, he picked up the paper, and read the account of a mine explosion in Silesia. The number of killed satisfied him.
Herr Carovius acted as though he were merely enduring old Jordan. But he never really became absorbed in his newspaper until the old man had come and sat down at the table with him, greeting him with marked respect as he did so. Jordan, however, did not conceal his delight when, on entering the café and casting his eyes around the room, they at last fell on Herr Carovius. While he sipped his coffee, he never took them off the wicked face of his vis-
It is the way of the small citizen: each of his customs becomes a passion. When Daniel played the old chorals, Dorothea listened quietly, though it could not be said that she was perfect at concealing her tedium. One time they began talking about Dorothea’s violin playing. Herr Carovius asked her to play something. She declined without the slightest display of affectation.
“I am very discreet,” he said, “very taciturn.” He looked at the Baron tenderly. The young Baron nodded. “The wearer of purple is recognised wherever he goes,” continued Herr Carovius, “and if he lays the purple aside he stands at once in need of reticent friends. I am reserved.” The Baron nodded again. “If you will permit me, I shall visit you in a few days.” With that he ended the conversation.
But since he had neither calling nor profession and spent his days in unqualified idleness, it was apparent that his assertions on this point were wholly unfounded, and this despite the virility of his unconventional language. “Say, tell me, who is that lanky quack there?” asked Herr Carovius, pointing to Daniel and looking at Schwalbe the sculptor.
They walked along together, engaged in a zealous conversation, talking at first loudly and then gently. The day Dorothea got married, Herr Carovius had gone to his lawyer to have the will he had drawn up the night before attested to. He had bequeathed his entire fortune, including his home and the furniture, to an institution to be erected after his death for the benefit of orphans of noble birth.
Eberhard reached for the book he had been reading, a volume of Carl du Prel, and read on without replying to Herr Carovius or even taking notice of the fact that he was present. Herr Carovius tripped from one foot to the other. “Perhaps the Baron will be so good as to take a look at his account,” he said in a beseeching tone. “I am in a tight place.
Herr Carovius raised his head: “Tempo!” he exclaimed, “Tempo!” and began to beat time with his hands and stamp the floor with his feet. Dorothea smiled, shook her head, and played more and more rapidly. “Tempo,” howled Herr Carovius. “Tempo!” The barking of a sad dog was wafted into the room from the court below. It was Cæsar: he was on his last legs.
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