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Updated: June 4, 2025
"Who's going to Vienna?" asked Garlan, who was sitting furthest away. "I am," answered Bertha. "What's this! What's this!" said Garlan, playfully threatening her with his finger. So, then, it was accomplished. Bertha was glad.
I should like to see some of my acquaintances once again. The next time you and Frau Rupius go, you might just take me with you." "With pleasure," answered Bertha. "I shall have to go again, of course, before long, to have my costume tried on." Garlan laughed. "Yes, and you can take me with you, too, when you try it on." He sidled up closer to her than was necessary.
"An' 'er tears, Guv, them pearly tears went t' my 'eart an' nobody t' put a arm round that waist, nor kiss them sweet lips, nor soothe them tears away "'Oh, alone she sat sighin' by a green willer tree, With 'er 'and on 'er bosom, 'er 'ead on 'er knee, Weepin' willer" willer, willer my garlan' shall be. "So, Guv, I ax you, man to man, why, oh, why are ye neglectin' your fair young spouse?
And when Bertha's father died a week after the funeral of her mother, Garlan proved himself to be a true friend, and one, moreover, blessed with an amount of energy for which she had never given him credit.
Herr Garlan was a distant relation of Bertha's mother. When Bertha was quite a young girl he had often visited the house and made love to her in a rather awkward way. In those days she had no reasons to encourage him, because it was in another guise that her fancy pictured life and happiness to her.
"Very well," she answered, somewhat flustered, and at once went off to the kitchen again to make fresh arrangements. "Richard," said Garlan to his son; "you might make haste and run over and tell the manager to have a table reserved for us in the garden." Richard hurried off, colliding in the doorway with his mother, who was just coming into the room. She sank down on the sofa as though exhausted.
There she stood at the Franz Josef Station in Vienna, on a warm May evening, Bertha Garlan, young and pretty, free and accountable to no one, and on the morrow she was to see the only man whom she had ever loved the lover who had called her. She put up at a little hotel near the station.
After the sudden death of her mother, which happened at a time when her father had been lying ill for many months, Garlan reappeared upon the scene with the announcement that he had obtained a month's holiday the only one for which he had ever applied. It was clearly evident to Bertha that his sole purpose in coming to Vienna was to be of help to her in that time of trouble and distress.
And thus Bertha, in addition to the other reproaches to which she had to listen, incurred the blame for treating Herr Garlan with too great indifference, if not, indeed, with actual coldness. Bertha, however, only shook her head, for at that time she had not so much as contemplated the possibility of marrying this somewhat awkward man, who had grown old before his time.
It had been one of those little Sunday dinner parties which the wine merchant Garlan was in the habit of occasionally giving his acquaintances. The host came up to his sister-in-law and caught her round the waist, which was one of his customs on an afternoon. She knew beforehand what he wanted. Whenever he had company Bertha had to play the piano after dinner, and often duets with Richard.
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