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The Commissionsrath had run into a corner, frightened by the unexpected arrival of Leonhard; and, from that corner, he cried "I really do not know, Mr. Leonhard, what business you have to " But Tussmann had hidden himself behind the sofa as soon as he saw Leonhard come in. He was crouching down there, and chirping out, in a voice of terror "Gracious powers! take care, Commissionsrath!
"Tussmann," cried the Goldsmith, in a powerful voice, "don't you see that you're out of your senses, and worn out and wretched into the bargain? You want to send me to the devil! What if I were the Devil, and should set to and twist that neck of yours, here on this spot, where you think you're lying in the water?" Tussmann sighed, groaned, and shuddered as if in the most violent ague.
Drops of cold perspiration stood on my forehead. I said: 'Most respected Herr Professor, pray do not take it ill that I should have thought you were the watchman, in the dark. Oh, Heavens! call me whatever you choose; call me in the most uncourteous manner 'Tussmann, without the faintest adumbration of a title at all; or even 'My dear fellow! I will overlook anything.
Tussmann, a clerk in the Privy Chancery, was making his way from the café, where he was in the habit of passing an hour or two regularly every evening, towards his lodgings in Spandau Street. The Clerk of the Privy Chancery was excessively regular and punctilious in every action of his life. He always had just done taking off his coat and his boots at the exact moment when the clocks of St.
Why, oh, why, dearest Clerk of the Privy Chancery, Tussmann, must you go and get mixed up with a lot of horrible wizards, and raging painters, who took your face for a stretched canvas, and painted a Salvator Rosa picture on it without saying with your leave or by your leave? Aye! that's the worst of the business!
Tussmann, overwhelmed by this unmerited reproof, sank down into a chair breathless, closed his eyes, and murmured something completely unintelligible in whimpering accents. "Of course," said Bosswinkel, "dissipating all night, and now done up and wretched."
Aye! my good friend, those were the days! It is to them that that little spell belongs which you saw me putting into practice to-night at the Town-house Tower." "I don't quite understand you, Herr Professor, Tussmann said. "Well," said the goldsmith, "there used to be splendid weddings in those old days in the Town-hall very different affairs from the weddings nowadays.
And he shied the 'Diplomatic Acumen, and the 'Handbook for Court and City, and also 'Hufeland, on the Art of Prolonging Life, into the water, and was in the very act of jumping after them, when he felt himself seized from behind by a pair of powerful arms. He at once recognized the well-known voice of the necromantic Goldsmith. It said "Tussmann, what are you after?
When he reached the street, he heard those two uncanny people setting up a shout of screaming laughter after him, which made the blood run cold in his veins. The manner in which young Edmund Lehsen, the painter, made acquaintance with the mysterious goldsmith, Leonhard, was somewhat different to that in which Tussmann had done so.
Hold your tongue; don't say a word, dearest schoolfellow. Good God! here's the Herr Professor come, the Ball-Entrepreneur of Spandau Street." "Come along out, Tussmann," said the Goldsmith, laughing; "Don't be frightened, nothing's going to happen to you. You've been punished enough already for that foolish idea you had of wanting to marry.
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