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Updated: May 31, 2025
"I will be with you by eight o'clock." Athalie wrapped herself in her black cloak, and hurried away before Katschuka had time to open the door for her. It seemed to her as if the captain was putting on his sword almost before she had left his door. Is he perhaps going to follow her in the distance? She stopped at the corner of the Anglia, but no one was following.
Katschuka sat whispering with Athalie at a little table, at the corner of which Frau Sophie pretended to be busy sewing. Herr Katschuka almost lived in the house; he came in the forenoon, was pressed to stay to dinner, and only found his way home late in the evening.
Herr Katschuka proposed to open the birthday letters which had been put aside on that eventful day. That would be as good as anything the naïve congratulations of the god-children to the miraculously saved lady, which no one had yet read. Timéa's hands were still bandaged. Herr Katschuka opened the letters and read them aloud. The magistrate, too, was present.
Then she was an orphan, and a Turkish girl, not baptized, and not quite right in her head all reasons for flattering her without compunction. Herr Katschuka let no chance escape him, and thereby gave great amusement to his bride. One evening Athalie said to Timéa, as she was going to bed, "I say, Timéa, the captain has proposed for you. Will you accept him?"
Fraülein Athalie has gone with her mamma to Herr Fabula's house there is a great fish-dinner there." Herr Katschuka did not know what to think: not only were there no other guests, but even the people of the house had left the mistress alone. Timéa awaited him in her own sitting-room. And for this grand party, amid all this splendor, Timéa was dressed entirely in black.
Timéa stood before the glass with childish pleasure, and took off her widow's cap; then she grew grave, put it to her lips and kissed it, while she said low and brokenly, "Poor Michael!" and so she laid aside the last token of her widowhood. Herr Katschuka was holding the white cap. "Give it me that I may try it on." "Can I help you?"
When she saw Herr Katschuka with the bouquet in his hand, the thought shot across her that this was the bridegroom; and when she cast a glance on Athalie she thought, "That is my wedding-dress." As she stood there in her astonishment, with wide eyes and open mouth, she was a sight for laughing and weeping. The servants, the guests, Frau Sophie, could not contain their merriment.
At that time camellias were unknown; the bouquet was composed of various colored roses. Herr Katschuka said as he presented it that he offered roses to the rose. As a reward, he received a proud smile from the radiant face. Only two were wanting Timéa and Herr Brazovics. Timéa was not missed; no one asked after her. But every one waited most impatiently for Herr Brazovics.
"Captain Katschuka," whispered Athalie to her fiancé, "just for a joke make the little thing fall in love with you; pretend to pay court to her; it will be great fun. Timéa, you sup with us to-night; come and sit down here by the captain." This might be a cruel joke, or perhaps scornful raillery; or was it an ironical outbreak of awakened jealousy, or was it pure wickedness?
I sent the maids to church, and we two are the only ones at home; so we just sat down in the kitchen. Pray excuse our négligée, Herr Captain." "Don't disturb yourself, I will remain here with you." "Oh, no, I could not allow it. Here in the kitchen! We have not even a chair for the captain." But Herr Katschuka knew what to do in any emergency. "Don't make a stranger of me, Mamma Sophie.
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