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Only at times he was proud looking towards the White House that he had after all learned to whistle; and when some melody seemed to him especially good, he thought within himself, "Who knows if you would laugh at me if you were to hear this?" But never had he met any of them again. For some time past Mr. Meyerhofer had gone about with great plans in his head.
He had got to love it like his own flesh and blood, and thought a thousand times more of it than of any human being in the world. Meyerhofer walked proudly round him, for this pearl was now his property, too, and he declared over and over again that here one could see what German faithfulness meant. But when the engine was to be heated, the very faithful man could nowhere be found.
Douglas became Paul's godmother. Meyerhofer, indeed, was not a little indignant at the new friendship, for "I don't want the pity of happy people," he often used to say; but when the mild, gentle woman appeared in the manor-house for the second time, and tried to persuade him, he did not dare to say "No" any longer.
But the old man, who, in his distrust, always liked to hear everything that was said, thrust himself in, and so they had to leave it unsaid. When Paul, on his usual evening round, came into the kitchen, he saw how his father was negotiating with the house keeper for an earthen pot. "What do you want the pot for, Mr Meyerhofer?" asked the old woman.
"Uncle, I'll wager twenty glasses which of us lies under the table first." "That's what he calls respect." "Uncle, you are pinching me." "Be quiet; just look at this young farmer, twenty years old, who keeps the whole farm going." "Well, Mr. Douglas, I count for something, too," cried Meyerhofer, with a somewhat lengthened face.
He spoke in a pleasant murmuring tone, but suddenly his voice grew harsh and cutting as a knife, and his eyes shot lightning at Paul. "Before your examination, Mr. Paul Meyerhofer, I call your attention to the fact that you will have to confirm your statement by oath." Paul shuddered. The word oath passed through his soul like a dagger.
Meyerhofer," she continued, "and if in future you need advice or help, always remember that there is some one who has to make amends to you for much And what a splendid baby!" she turned towards the cradle "a boy or a little girl?" "A boy," said Frau Elsbeth, with a feeble smile. "Has he found any brothers or sisters already? But why do I ask?
A slender, delicate figure, with gentle, refined features, approached the bed of the sick woman with gliding steps. Without speaking a word she seized her hand and said, in a soft, slightly veiled voice: "I have concealed my name, dear Mrs. Meyerhofer, for I feared you would refuse to see me if I had given it beforehand. And I should like best even now to remain unknown.
Meyerhofer wanted to have the engine heated, but Lob Levy, who had passed the night in a shed in order to be at hand the first thing in the morning, wanted first to receive his price, as it had been settled in the agreement, because the grain had to be delivered in town by noon. "What grain?" the mother asked, turning pale.
The magistrate scratched his head, thoughtfully, and his clerk noted everything down eagerly. When Meyerhofer came to the moment in which he ought to have spoken of his son's interference, he was silent. He shot a glance at him, in which a world of defiance and anger flamed. "And what more?" asked the magistrate.
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