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Paul Schlieben took the boy in hand. "Just tell me, my boy, what's been the trouble between you and Lisbeth? She has given notice, and it seems to me she's leaving on your account. Listen" he cast a keen glance at him "I suppose you've been cheeky to her?" The boy's face brightened: "Oh, that's nice, that's nice that she's going." He did not answer the question that had been put to him at all.
He had touched the bell ugh, what a start he had given when he heard the shrill peal. What did he really want there? As the result of an anonymous letter he, Paul Schlieben, was forcing his way in on strange people, into a strange house? The blood surged to his head and at that moment the person opened the door in a light blue dressing-gown, no longer young, but buxom, and with good-natured eyes.
"I withdraw, my lord and husband," said Elizabeth, bowing ceremonially, and, turning to the Chamberlain von Schlieben, who was just sliding toward the door with pale, disturbed countenance, she continued: "Sir Chamberlain, follow me! You must tell me more about my dear Electoral Prince and all my dear relatives, whom you have seen and spoken with at The Hague."
It was not the length and the full particulars she gave in the letter that pleased Paul Schlieben so much she had also written long detailed letters to him from Franzensbad at the time but he read something between the lines. It was an unexpressed wish, a longing, a craving for him. And he resolved to go to the south.
Is Schlieben here again Schlieben, whom we sent to The Hague in order that he might conduct our son hither? He has come back without the Electoral Prince?" "Yes, my husband, he has come back," replied the Electress, winding her arms tenderly around her husband's neck. "I entreat you most earnestly not to be angry before you have heard the reasons why the Electoral Prince does not come.
Had he left any children, I should have provided for them. To the widow of the man who hung himself before my prison door, in the year 1756, I gave thirty ducats, lent me by Schlieben. The night was riotous, the guard made merry, and I passed most of it in their company. I was visited by all the generals of the garrison on Christmas morning, for I was not allowed to enter the town.
Chamberlain Balthazar von Schlieben, come in, I charge you to come in." The little arras door opened and disclosed to view a slender, tall young man, in gold-laced blue uniform, with red facings. "At the command of your Electoral Grace," he said, making a reverential obeisance.
And the gentlemen in the smoking-room, whom the host had left alone for a moment, discussed the same theme. The doctor was catechised. "I say, doctor, your speech was excellent, worthy of a diplomatist, but you can't deceive us. You don't know anything about the little chap's antecedents either? Now come!" It especially puzzled both partners that Schlieben had told them so little.
Not that he would not gladly give him it, that did not matter to him in the slightest, but still he considered it his duty &c., &c. "The fact is, dear Schlieben, the boy has got into a fast set. I'm awfully sorry to have to tell tales about him, but I cannot put it off any longer, as he goes to others just as well as he comes to me.
Perhaps they might have some later, much later. For the time being it would be best for the young man to serve his time as a soldier. Wolfgang was to present himself on the first of April. Schlieben pinned his last hope to that.
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