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Updated: June 26, 2025
What do you think, when I was in Vienna lately my cousin begged me so pressingly to be sure to come and spend a few days with her " "Quite so, quite so," said Frau Mahlmann. Bertha's courage kept rising, and she continued to add falsehood to falsehood, taking a kind of pleasure in her own boldness: "I really wanted to put it off till June.
Suddenly, however, the fear flashed through her mind that her brother-in-law really intended to go with her to Vienna. Everything became entangled again; dangers cropped up and suspicion lurked even under the good-natured smile of Frau Mahlmann.... Ah, she must on no account fail to take Frau Rupius into her confidence. Directly the lesson was over she went to call upon her.
If a painter had ever strayed to our uninteresting little town he would certainly have put old Mahlmann's characteristic head on his canvas. He had a clever old face with a firm mouth and glittering eyes whose expression was so sombre and at the same time observant that we children imagined old Mahlmann was different from other people. And indeed so he was.
"Well, to tell the truth," said Frau Mahlmann, taking Bertha by both hands, "if I had a cousin in Vienna, I would like to stay with her a week every fortnight!" Bertha beamed. She felt as though an invisible hand was clearing away the obstacles which lay in her path; everything was going so well. And, indeed, to whom, after all, was she accountable for her actions?
Thus what Mahlmann has said so well in Herodes holds good; in this world truly great work never pleases at once, and the god set up by the multitude keeps his place on the altar but a short time: Ich denke, das wahre Grosse in der Welt Ist immer nur Das was nicht gleich gefällt Und wen der Pöbel zum Gotte weiht, Der steht auf dem Altar nur kurze Zeit.
The Baron slept in my attic room, and I had to lie on the sofa in his best room to look as if I was trying to play the gentleman. The next day the Baron went out twice in a blue blouse with a cap on his head, and the second morning we both went on foot out of the city, in clothes that I wouldn't have liked to touch with a pair of tongs!" Mahlmann stopped and rubbed his left knee.
And while the words that Richard was reading beat monotonously upon her ear, and her fingers played with the locks of Elly's hair she resisted for the last time; she resolved that she would be steadfast that she would do no more than see Emil once again, and that, like her own mother who had died long ago, and like all the other good women she knew her cousin in Vienna, Frau Mahlmann, Frau Martin, her sister-in-law, and ... yes, certainly Frau Rupius as well she would belong only to him who made her his wife.
In this manner he got himself into disfavor with many a good housewife, who would protest by all that was holy that never would she send the hoary old sinner anything again. But Mahlmann never cared. His needs were few and there was always some one to satisfy them.
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