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Engelman contained some of the finest carved woodwork in the house. It was beginning to get dark. Mr. Engelman lit the candles in his own room. The widow took one of them from him, and threw the light skillfully on the different objects about her.
Engelman resumed, "Doctor Dormann asked his questions, and smelt and tasted the medicine, and with Madame Fontaine's full approval took away a little of it to be analyzed. That came to nothing! The medicine kept its own secret. All the ingredients but two set analysis at defiance! In the meantime we gave the first dose. Half an hour since we tried the second.
"But I believe I have caught the infection of your prudence, David don't let us tell Madame Fontaine. Let her suppose that you have gone to Bingen in consequence of the unfavorable news of Engelman's health." She paused, and considered a little. "Or, better still, Bingen is on the way to England. There will be nothing extraordinary in your stopping to visit Engelman, on your journey to London."
"The effect by this light is simply perfect. Why didn't I bring my sketch-book with me? I might have stolen some little memorial of it, in Mr. Keller's absence." She turned towards me when she said that. "If you can do without colors," I suggested, "we have paper and pencils in the house." The clock in the corridor struck the hour. Mr. Engelman looked uneasy, and got up from his chair.
"Let me ask your pardon," he said, "in the presence of my partner and in the presence of David Glenney, who took charge of your letter. Madame Fontaine, I speak the plain truth, in the plainest words, when I tell you that I am ashamed of myself." She dropped on her knees before him, and entreated him to say no more. Mr. Engelman looked at her, absorbed in admiration.
"Oh!" she said, "if he had asked me for anything else! If I could have made any other sacrifice to him! God knows I never dreamed of it; I never gave him the smallest encouragement. We might have all been so happy together here and I, who would have gone to the world's end to serve Mr. Keller and Mr. Engelman, I am the unhappy creature who has broken up the household!" Mr.
From that moment she saw through me, and was silent on the subject of Mr. Engelman. Even Minna's singing had lost its charm, in my present frame of mind. It was a relief to me when I could make my excuses, and leave the house. On my way back to Main Street, when I could think freely, my doubts began to develop into downright suspicion.
"Who knows what may happen," he cried gaily, "when we have young ladies in the office for clerks?" Mr. Keller was so angry that he kept silence through the whole of our meal. When Mr. Engelman left the room I slipped out after him. "You are going to Madame Fontaine's," I said. He smirked and smiled. "Just a little evening visit, David. Aha! you young men are not to have it all your own way."
I can't always control my own sad recollections. They will force themselves on me sometimes when the most trifling associations call them up. Dear Mr. Engelman understands me. He, no doubt, has suffered too. May I sit down for a moment?" She dropped languidly into a chair, and sat looking at the famous chimney-piece. Her attitude was the perfection of grace. Mr.
Engelman hurried through his explanation of the pictures, and placed himself at her side, and admired the chimney-piece with her. "Artists think it looks best by lamplight," he said. "The big pediment between the windows keeps out the light in the daytime." Madame Fontaine looked round at him with a softly approving smile. "Exactly what I was thinking myself, when you spoke," she said.
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