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But John, his man a dignified person of fifty had observed his approach and stood in the opening door. The servant's mutton-chop whiskers and admirably silvered front-lock contrasted with a repressed reproach that hovered between his brows. He bowed deeply. "I was delayed," said Herr von Niebeldingk, in order to say something and was vexed because this sentence sounded almost like an excuse.
The black frock coat was threadbare but clean, his linen was spotless. He wore a stock which had been the last word of fashion at the time of the July revolution. "A sharper of the most sophisticated sort," Niebeldingk concluded. "Before any discussion takes place," he said sharply. "I must know with whom I am dealing."
"Well, my dear Fritz, the only remedy for that lies in that 'book-worm business' as you call it. Sit down on your breeches and work!" "No, Herr von Niebeldingk, it isn't that either ... let me tell you. Day before yesterday I was at the opera.... They sang the Goetterddmmerung.... You know, of course.
Life is so beautiful, yes, beautiful. Only you musn't have any dealings with women. That plays the deuce with one." "You don't know yourself how right you are," Niebeldingk sighed, looking out of the corner of an eye at the knight of several honourable orders who had now taken up his station in the shelter of the house opposite. "Oh, but I do know it," Fritz answered.
She acquired a desire to learn, which at first stimulated and amused Niebeldingk, but which had long grown to be something of a nuisance.
At that moment John announced Fritz von Ehrenberg. The boy came in dressed in an admirably fitting summer suit. He was radiant with youth and strength, victory gleamed in his eye; a hymn of victory seemed silently singing on his lips. "Well Fritz, you seem merry," said Niebeldingk and patted the boy's shoulder. He could not suppress a smile of sad envy. "Don't ask me! Why shouldn't I be happy?
"May I not also send that symbol to a lady whose purity and loftiness of soul I reverence. I suppose I'm old enough!" "I see. You're quite right. Forgive me." Niebeldingk bit his lips and gave the lad the address. Fritz thanked him and went. Niebeldingk gave way to his mirth and called for his hat. He wanted to go to her at once.
Next came the visits of an old gentleman in a Prince Albert and the ribbon of some decoration in his button-hole. John had strict orders to admit no strangers. But the old gentleman was undaunted. He came morning, noon and night and finally settled down on the stairs where Niebeldingk could not avoid meeting him.
With a sudden kindly emotion Niebeldingk regarded the terrible avenger in horror of whom he had lived four mortal days. He told him to stretch his poor old legs and asked him whether he'd like a glass of Madeira. The old gentleman's face brightened. If it would surely give no trouble he would take the liberty of accepting. Niebeldingk rang and John entered with a grand inquisitorial air.
I give these lilies to that lady whose lofty purity transcends all doubt I give them as a symbol of my chaste and desireless admiration." Fritz's eyes shone. "Ah, but I'd like to know a lady like that some day!" he cried and pressed his hands to his forehead. "That will come! That will come!" Niebeldingk tapped the youth's shoulder calmingly. "Will you have some salad?"
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