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They were both alone now, she and her husband, and with a cry full of reproach: "You had almost betrayed it to him," she tottered to the sofa. She fell rather than sat down on it, and broke out in hopeless weeping. Paul Schlieben strode up and down the room. He had indeed almost allowed himself to be carried away by his indignation.
Loosening his pencil from his watch-chain for where was ink to come from there? he drew up the mother's deed of surrender on a leaf from his pocketbook. The vestryman signed it as witness. Then the woman put her three crosses below; she had learnt to write once, but had forgotten it again. "There!" Paul Schlieben rose from the hard bench on which he had sat whilst writing with a sigh of relief.
"Have you really had enough?" she said to him in a low voice. "Oh, it'll do." He felt his superiority. Paul Schlieben put his paper aside that evening. When his son asked him politely if he would not read, he shook his head: "No, I've read the whole evening."
His only wish was to sleep his fill for once. Kullrich was dead his sorrowing father had sent him the announcement from Görbersdorf towards Christmas and he? He had wasted too many nights in dissipation. It was a blow to Paul Schlieben that Wolfgang was not accepted as a soldier. "Disqualified" a hard word and why disqualified?
He would not die, she was sure of that now. Whilst those who were in the room lifted him into the bath, Paul Schlieben and the nurse, and his mother placed her feeble hands underneath him to support him, Cilia stood outside the door and called upon all her saints. She would have liked to have had her manual of devotion, her "Angels' Bread," but there was no time to fetch it.
"And unfortunately living is very expensive in Holland," remarked the Chamberlain von Schlieben. "Your Electoral Grace had sent one thousand dollars to the Electoral Prince for the purchase of an equipage, but this sum was by no means adequate. The coach alone cost seven hundred dollars." "Seven hundred dollars!" cried the Elector, amazed. "How can one pay so much money for a mere wooden box?"
As he had been found in the bulrushes on the banks of the Nile, so she had found him on the grass in the Venn would he become a great man like him? Desires, prayers, hopes, and a hundred feelings she had not known before agitated her mind. Paul Schlieben had some difficulty in making the vestryman understand him.
But now she was grateful for every finer feeling she thought she observed in him, be it ever so small. She did not notice at all what tortures she caused herself in this manner. Oh, why did not her husband help her to train him? If only he would. But he no longer understood her. Paul Schlieben had given up remonstrating with his wife.
"I'm not at all satisfied with my wife's health again," Paul Schlieben complained to the doctor. "She's in a terribly nervous state again." "Really?" Dr. Hofmann's friendly face became energetic. "I'll tell you one thing, my dear friend, you must take vigorous measures against it at once." "That's no use." The man shook his head. "I know my wife. It's the boy's doing, that confounded boy!"
It was too tempting to sow, plant, and water the garden, to lie on the grass in the warm sunshine and have a sun bath. And still better to rove about out of doors along the edges of the wood or bathe in the lake and swim far out, so far that the other boys would call out to him: "Come back, Schlieben, you'll be drowned." "Be thankful that there is so much life in him," said Paul to his wife.
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