Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 11, 2025
You see that I am a man of my word. What a message to send to a poor mother, who only asks leave to plead for her child's happiness! You saw the letter. Enough to melt the heart of any man, as I should have thought. I spoke to Keller on the subject; I really couldn't help it." "Wasn't that rather indiscreet, Mr. Engelman?" "I said nothing that could reasonably offend him.
I then produced some cigarettes, and offered them to the male element. They were enchanted, laid aside their pipes, and conversed with more animation than ever; but it was only occasionally that I caught a word I could understand; the sentence "twee tozen Engelman dood" recurred with distressing frequency, and enabled me to grasp their conversation was entirely about the war.
But suppose he was her accepted husband? and suppose the note fell due before Minna was married? In that case, Mr. Engelman might unquestionably be of use he might lend the money. My aunt's sharp eyes were on me. "Out with it, David!" she cried. "You don't believe in her, either and you know why."
She already knows your name through Mr. Engelman, who kindly wrote to allay her anxiety about my illness." "And to tell her," Mr. Engelman interposed, "to whose devotion he owes his recovery." The widow received this tribute with eyes fixed modestly on her plate.
I led the way out into the passage, and threw open the door without ceremony. Madame Fontaine looked at me as if I had committed an act of sacrilege. Mr. Engelman, following us with one of his candles, lit an ancient brass lamp which hung from the middle of the ceiling. "My learned partner," he explained, "does a great deal of his reading in his bedroom, and he likes plenty of light.
The old excuse of a nervous headache was repeated, when Mr. Keller and my aunt politely inquired if anything was amiss. When the letters were delivered the next morning, two among them were not connected with the customary business of the office. I sent it upstairs to her immediately. When I opened my own letter, I found sad news of poor Mr. Engelman.
To anyone who knew Mr. Engelman as well as I did, the punch-bowl suggested serious considerations. He, who forbade the plucking of a single flower on ordinary occasions, must, with his own hands, have seriously damaged the appearance of his beautiful garden. "What splendid flowers!" I said, feeling my way cautiously. "Mr. Engelman himself might be envious of such a nosegay as that."
Her quick perception had detected, in my look and manner, that I was keeping my thoughts to myself. Neither she nor Fritz made any objection to my leaving them, to return to the office before post-time. I wrote to Mr. Engelman before I left my desk that evening.
Engelman sat down on one of the hall chairs completely overwhelmed. "Dear and admirable woman!" I heard him say to himself softly. Taking leave of me in my turn, the widow dropped my hand, struck, to all appearance, by a new idea. "I have a favor to ask of you, David," she said. "Do you mind going back with us?" As a matter of course I took my hat, and placed myself at her service. Mr.
"Pray understand, David, that I don't complain. I feel no ill-will towards Mr. Keller. If chance placed the opportunity of doing him a service in my hands, I should be ready and willing to make use of it I should be only too glad to repair the mischief that I have so innocently done." She raised her handkerchief to her eyes. Mr. Engelman raised his handkerchief to his eyes.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking