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Keller proceeded to count the Fund. "Fifteen thousand florins," he announced. "I thought it had been more than that. If poor dear Engelman had been here Never mind! What does the ledger say?" "Fifteen thousand florins," Mrs. Wagner answered. "Ah, very well, my memory must have deceived me. This used to be Engelman's business; and you are as careful as he was I can say no more." Mr.
Engelman's wishes are, before we decide?" Mr. Keller laughed and, more extraordinary still, Mr. Keller made a little joke. "My dear madam, if you don't know what Mr. Engelman's wishes are likely to be, without asking him, you are the most unobservant lady that ever lived!
My aunt eyed me sharply, and put another question before I had quite made up my mind what to say. "If you can't tell me what is the matter with him, can you tell me where he is? I may want to write to him." I hesitated again. Mr. Engelman's address had been confidentially communicated to me, for reasons which I was bound to respect.
The widow's eyes were still hidden behind her handkerchief. But the lower part of her face was visible. Unless I completely misinterpreted the mute language of her lips, she had not the faintest belief in the fulfillment of Mr. Engelman's prediction. Whatever reason she might have for remaining in Frankfort, after the definite rejection of her too-confident appeal to Mr.
Fortunately, Fritz took most of the talking on himself, and the general attention was diverted from me. His high spirits, his boisterous nonsense, his contempt for all lawful forms and ceremonies which placed impediments in the way of his speedy marriage, were amusingly contrasted by Mr. Engelman's courteous simplicity in trying to argue the question seriously with his reckless young friend.
The two old friends and partners were waiting for me to join them at their early German supper. Specimens of Mr. Engelman's flowers adorned the table in honor of my arrival. He presented me with a rose from the nosegay when I entered the room. "And how did you leave dear Mrs. Wagner?" he inquired. "And how is my boy Fritz?" asked Mr. Keller.
"Perhaps I might try." Mr. Engelman's uneasiness increased to downright alarm. Minna perceived the change, as I did, and at once interfered. "I am afraid, mamma, it is too late for sketching to-night," she said. "Suppose Mr. Keller should come back?" Madame Fontaine rose instantly, with a look of confusion. "How very stupid of me not to think of it!" she exclaimed. "Forgive me, Mr.
But there was certainly a strong probability that Fritz might have left London immediately on the receipt of Mr. Engelman's letter, announcing that his father was dangerously ill. I put this reasonable view of the matter to Minna, and received a thoroughly irrational and womanly reply. "I don't care, David; I shall write to him, for all that." "Why?" "Because I like writing to him.
The Navajo Spring is but a few yards distant, and is considerably larger. The Manitou Spring itself is on the other side of the river, and is covered over with a very elegant spring-house. The Iron Ute Spring is in Engelman's Cañon or glen, and is regarded by many as the best of all. Caves and cañons innumerable abound in every direction. The Manitou Grand Cañon is within two miles of the village.
"Traveling with her," said Fritz. Having received this last extraordinary piece of intelligence, I put off all explanations until a fitter opportunity, and left the lovers together until dinner-time. It was one of the last fine days of the autumn. The sunshine tempted me to take a turn in Mr. Engelman's garden.
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