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"If you don't let Edmund have your daughter," the Goldsmith continued, "he will have his revenge." "Pretty story!" answered Bosswinkel. "What revenge is this little bit of a beggar, who dribbles paints on to canvas, and hasn't a farthing to bless himself with, going to take upon Commissionsrath Melchior Bosswinkel, I should like to know?" "I'll tell you that in a moment," said the Goldsmith.
Evidently here is comfort, here is good fortune. Commissionsrath! Miss Albertine! I choose the silver one." Albertine rose and handed him a little key, with which he opened the casket. Great was his consternation to find, not Albertine's portrait, but a little book bound in parchment, which, when he opened it, appeared to consist of blank white pages.
That very evening Edmund had his painting gear taken to Bosswinkel's house, and the next morning he made his appearance there for the first sitting. He begged the Commissionsrath to think of the very happiest moment of his life.
"Did I, in whispered music, sing What my heart hears aright From that sweet lay would burst, in fire, Love's own Eternal Light." Albertine withdrew her hand, but only to take off her glove, and then give the hand back to this lucky youngster. He was just going to kiss it fervently, when the Commissionsrath broke in with a "Oh! I say! How chilly it's getting! I wish I had brought my great coat!
The Commissionsrath, brimful of rage and fury, took Tussmann by the hand and led him back to the room. "What's all this?" he cried to Albertine. "This is very pretty behaviour; is this the way you treat your husband that is to be?" "My husband that is to be?" echoed Albertine, in wild amazement. "Most undoubtedly!" the Commissionsrath answered.
Before you, instead of the pleasant news about the lottery prize, he will write, very legibly, the most unpleasant purport of the letter which came to you the day before yesterday, telling you that Campbell and Co. of London had stopped payment, addressed on the envelope to the 'Bankrupt Commissionsrath, &c., &c.
"Ho!" cried Manasseh, "what does that matter? My nephew is in love with your daughter, and wants to make her happy. A drop or two of water more or less won't make much difference to him. He'll be the same man still. You just think the matter over, Herr Commissionsrath; I shall come back in a day or two with my little baron, and get your answer." With which Manasseh took his departure.
Now do you, Commissionsrath, as a living father, do what her dead father did. Tell the three wooers that, inasmuch as one of them is exactly the same to you as another, they must allow chance to decide between them. Set up three caskets for them to choose amongst, and let the one who finds her portrait in his casket be her husband."
Tussmann would be content with very little in the shape of portion, and Bosswinkel hated bother of every kind, disliked making new acquaintances, and, in his capacity of a Commissionsrath, thought a great deal more of money than he ought to have done. The Clerk of the Privy Chancery was at first alarmed at the suggestion.
Lehsen, within your soul dwell those virtues, and that true German singleness of heart, which one reads of more than enough, but which are rare in these times of ours. But let me tell you, though I am a Commissionsrath, and dress in French fashions, I am quite of the same way of thinking as yourself.
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