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Updated: June 12, 2025
In return I, too, will give you an open, candid answer. Master Gabriel Nietzel, I am no enamored fool, who runs after every apronstring, or generally takes any special pleasure in women. I have neither time nor inclination for that, and leave such things to the young, the idle, and men who have no ambition and no head, but only a heart.
"I thank you, Master Gabriel Nietzel, I thank you with my whole heart, for you have indeed prepared me a great pleasure," cried Count Adam von Schwarzenberg, at the same time nodding pleasantly to the young man who stood beside him.
And now would you venture into that castle, that den of lions!" "Did not Daniel venture into the lion's den, and the wild beasts touched him not?" cried she. "Why should I fear, since my work is holy and pure as Daniel's was?" "I shall not suffer it. I shall cling to you and hold you back." "Gabriel Nietzel, bethink you of the oath you swore upon our child's head.
Count Schwarzenberg looked after the retreating vehicle with earnest, thoughtful face, then turned to re-enter the palace. On the threshold stood Gabriel Nietzel, and the eyes of the two men met in one glance of awe and horror. "Your grace sees I have kept my word," murmured Gabriel Nietzel. "Away!" commanded the count imperiously.
I only know you as the painter Nietzel, who sold me a copy for a good original, and whom I could therefore have condemned to the gallows as a falsifier and cheat. But you know I have forgiven you, and let your copy be valued as an original.
Go and claim credit for this with my father and Count Schwarzenberg!" "I do not understand you, Prince. What does this mean?" "It means, Mr. Comedian, it means, that already this morning, while you supposed I was sleeping, I have had an interview with Gabriel Nietzel, my mother's court painter. Ah! now start back and be amazed.
I hope, however, that you have not committed so heinous a sin as to take a Jewess to wife, for then you should not escape with the gallows, but should be burned at the stake with your cursed Jewess, your bold paramour." Master Nietzel answered not a word. With a loud groan he sank upon a chair, and covered his face with both his hands, weeping aloud.
He greeted the count with a passing inclination of his head, and left the apartment without waiting for his dismissal. "And now," murmured Gabriel Nietzel to himself, as he stepped out upon the street "now for work, without hesitancy and without delay, for there is no other way of escaping from that cruel tiger who has me in his clutches.
"I swear and vow," he cried, "that next Sunday I shall send to Gabriel Nietzel's lodging his Rebecca and her child, and that he shall find them there when he returns from the banquet. Are you content now, Master Gabriel Nietzel?" "I am content, Sir Count. Farewell! And God grant that we may never meet again on earth!"
But Gabriel Nietzel dared to grasp this hand and hold it firmly between both his own. "Pity, gracious sir, pity!" he pleaded. "Drive me from your presence, take from me the pension you most condescendingly insured to me; I feel that I am indeed undeserving of your favor and graciousness. Only, for pity's sake, for humanity's sake, restore to me my own give me my wife and child!"
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