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He will get over his delusion, and all may be well yet." I went downstairs, not caring to hear more. All my sympathies, I confess, were with Mr. Engelman though he was a fat simple old man. Mr. He had begun by treating the widow with unbecoming injustice; and he was now flattering her with unreasonable partiality. For the next few days there was tranquillity, if not happiness, in the house. Mr.
Engelman I was so interested, so absorbed thank you a thousand times for your kindness!" She led the way out, with more apologies and more gratitude. Mr. Engelman recovered his tranquillity. He looked at her lovingly, and gave her his arm to lead her down-stairs. On this occasion, Minna and I were in front. We reached the first landing, and waited there.
Even the plain little table by the bed-side, with a jug and a glass on it, did not escape her observation. "Is that his drink?" she asked, with an air of respectful curiosity. "Do you think I might taste it?" Mr. Engelman laughed. "It's only barley-water, dear lady," he said. "Our rheumatic old housekeeper makes as few journeys as possible up and down stairs.
"Mamma! the landlady's little boy has just gone out. Shall I tap at the window and call him back?" The widow roused herself with an effort. "What for, my love?" she asked, absently. Minna pointed to the mantelpiece. "To take your letter to Mr. Engelman, mamma." Madame Fontaine looked at the letter paused for a moment and answered, "No, my dear; let the boy go. It doesn't matter for the present."
Engelman's eyes followed the smoothly gliding figure of the widow, until it was lost to view at the end of the bridge. He laid his hand eagerly on my arm. "David!" he said, "who is that glorious creature?" "Which of the two ladies do you mean?" I asked, mischievously. "The one with the widow's cap, of course!" "Do you admire the widow, sir?" "Admire her!" repeated Mr. Engelman. "Look here, David!"
I had no alternative but to produce my instructions, and to announce the contemplated invasion of the office by a select army of female clerks. The effect produced by the disclosure was highly characteristic of the widely different temperaments of the two partners. Mild Mr. Engelman laid down his pipe, and looked at Mr. Keller in helpless silence. Irritable Mr.
"Both the partners ill!" she exclaimed. "I remember Mr. Engelman, in the days when I was first married. He used to boast of never having had a day's illness in his life. Not at all a clever man but good as gold, and a far more sensitive person than most people gave him credit for being. He promised to be fat as years grew on him. Has he kept his promise? What is the matter with him?" I hesitated.
Keller struck his fist on the table, and appealed to Mr. Engelman with fury in his looks. "What did I tell you," he asked, "when we first heard that Mr. Wagner's widow was appointed head-partner in the business? How many opinions of philosophers on the moral and physical incapacities of women did I quote?
It was one among the many picturesque specimens of the domestic architecture of bygone days, for which Frankfort is famous; and it had been sketched by artists of all nations, both outside and in. Keller had an engagement with some friends in another part of the city. As the hour approached for the arrival of the ladies, I saw that Mr. Engelman looked at me with an expression of embarrassment.
It was in the last degree doubtful if he could be trusted to remain in London in her absence. "But I shall manage it," the resolute woman concluded. "I never yet despaired of anything and I don't despair now." Returning to the sitting-room, when it was time to go to the theater, I found Mr. Keller with his temper in a flame, and Mr. Engelman silently smoking as usual. "Read that!" cried Mr.
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