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"Well, will you then faithfully help us to prevent it?" quickly asked Ebenstreit. "How can I do it?" she sighed, shrugging her shoulder. "You can persuade my daughter to be reasonable, and yield to that which she cannot prevent. You are the only one who can make any impression upon Marie, as she confides in you.
"Speak, my daughter," cried the general, as his wife was silent. "Speak, my dear Marie. Say the word, and we shall be all happy, and there will be no happier family found in Berlin, or the world even. Say that you will marry Ebenstreit, and we will love and bless you so long as we live. Do say yes, dear Marie!"
"Indeed, I recall that we are very seldom alone!" sighed her husband. "It would be fearful if we were," replied his wife, with marked indifference. The steward just now opened the little door of the ante-room, sparkling with chandeliers and mirrors. "Ah! this is really beautiful, and well chosen," cried Ebenstreit, looking about with an air of great pride and satisfaction.
"Shall I take you to your room first?" asked Ebenstreit, "or will you do me the pleasure to look at the newly-arranged drawing-rooms?" "Certainly," she replied, with indifference. "We will first look at the drawing-rooms, as we shall probably receive much company this winter, and they are of the first importance. You know that I dislike solitude."
Since Marie had been betrothed to the rich banker Ebenstreit, the general had received from his kind wife a servant in pompous livery for his own service. This servant had already opened the door, and Marie heard him announce in a loud voice, "Herr Ebenstreit!" "He!" Marie started back with horror. "He, so early in the morning! this is no accident, Trude. What does it mean?
And now," she continued, as her voice lost its gentleness, when she addressed her mother, "if it is agreeable to you, I should like to have an understanding with you!" "But, my child," sighed the mother, "how strangely altered you are! You address me, your mother, as Frau von Werrig, and you speak to Ebenstreit in a very formal manner, who has been your dear, faithful husband for three years.
The servant announced, with respectful, humble mien, that Herr Ebenstreit had arrived, and Frau von Werrig desired her daughter to descend to the parlor. "Very well say that I will come directly." The servant remained rubbing his hands in an undecided, embarrassed manner. "Why do you not go down?" asked Marie. "Have you any thing further to tell me?"
Do you allow any one in your presence to treat me so shamefully? After all, it is your house; do speak and exercise your right as master here: tell your wife that I am her mother, and you, my adopted son, who bears my name, and that I have the just right to come here as often as it pleases me." "Speak your mind to Frau von Werrig," said Marie, as Ebenstreit remained silent.
The prince turned his head, that Bischofswerder might not see the tears streaming down his cheeks. The beautiful house which Herr Ebenstreit von Leuthen possessed upon the finest street in Berlin, "Unter den Linden," had been newly arranged and splendidly ornamented since his marriage and elevation to a title, and now awaited his arrival.
"Oh!" interrupted Trude, "how good you are to make me keep so much; you are my savings bank, where I can deposit my money." "Because," she continued, with emphasis, without noticing the interruption, "our future son-in-law will pay your wages, the rich banker, Herr Ebenstreit. Yes, the wealthy lover of our daughter. At the moment I have not so much cash in the house."
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