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On the next day the Sunday at eleven o'clock the appointed time there arrived at the place of rendezvous old Manasseh with his hopeful nephew Tussmann and Edmund Lehsen with the Goldsmith. The wooers, not excepting the Baron, were almost frightened when they saw Albertine, who had never seemed so lovely and taking.
At an excessively early hour of the morning, after the strange adventures which we have, in our first chapter, described as having been met with by Tussmann at the foot of the Townhouse Tower, and in the wineshop in Alexander Street, the said Clerk of the Privy Chancery came bursting, pale and wild, with distorted features, into his friend Bosswinkel's bedroom.
"Sound as a roach. All ready on my legs at the proper time. All there when there's anything up." "I'm not quite so sure about that," the stranger said, laughing loudly; "we shall see!" And he ordered the waiter to bring a bottle of the oldest claret in the cellar. "My good Mr. Privy Councillor," Tussmann began, deprecatingly.
Bosswinkel began to think over the affair at once, but, spite of his boundless avarice and his utter absence of conscience or character, he could not endure the idea of Albertine's marrying that disgusting Benjamin, and in a sudden attack of rectitude he determined that he would keep his word to Tussmann.
Look here, at this little book, which I have always carried about in my pocket, studying it constantly, since the time when I made up my mind to fall in love and get married. With these words Tussmann produced from his pocket a little book in parchment binding, and turned up its title-page, which ran as follows: "Brief Tractate on Diplomatic Acumen.
She was calculating whether or not it would be better to come to a speedy determination to fly from her father's roof, rather than wait till the most fearful destiny conceivable should accomplish itself, that of marrying either the pedantic old Tussmann, or the insufferable Baron Benjie, and then she remembered the mysterious Goldsmith, and the strange, supernatural way in which he had prevented the Baron from touching her.
If you wish to provide yourself with something superior in the hardware line from Warnatz's celebrated emporium here, you will have to take the trouble to come back in the forenoon." "Respected Herr Tussmann " the stranger began. And Tussmann chimed in with "Clerk of the Privy Chancery, of many years seniority."
When Tussmann, at Leonhard's instigation, had taken two or three glasses of the full-bodied wine, his pale cheeks began to glow, and as he swallowed the liquor, he glanced about him with smirks and smiles, as if the most delightful ideas were rising in his brain. "And now," Leonhard said, "tell me openly and candidly, Mr.
Beside it lay a little scrap of paper, with the words "Thy choice was, in a way, amiss, But those few words do tell thee this What thou hast won will never alter, To use it thou needs't never falter. What 'tis as yet thou dost not see, An endless source of joy 'twill be. Ignorantiam 'twill enlighten, Sapientiam further brighten." "Good heavens!" cried Tussmann, "it's a book.
The Goldsmith was right in saying that it would not be possible for Tussmann, or anybody else, to keep up with him, for he was off through the door and out of sight, as if he had Schlemihl's seven-leagued boots on.
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