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Edmund declared that was the dearest wish of his heart, and implored the goldsmith to help him as much as ever he could to beat Tussmann out of the field, and win the lovely lady himself.
But the stranger interrupted him hastily, saying: "Let us drop the 'titles, Tussmann, for once and all! I am neither a Privy Councillor nor a Clerk of the Privy Council. What I am is an artist, a worker in the noble metals and the precious jewels; and my name is Leonhard." "Oh, indeed!" Tussmann murmured to himself "a goldsmith! a jeweller!"
"I don't know why you should pretend to be in a state of mind about a matter which has been understood and arranged for such a long time. My dear old friend Tussmann is your affianced husband, and the wedding will come off in a week or two." "Never!" said Albertine. "Never will I marry him. Good heavens! how could anybody have that old creature; nobody could ever bear him."
"Damned, infernal scoundrel!" he cried, and flew at Tussmann, making four dashes over his face with the brush, full of a greyish green tint, which he had been working at his background with. Then he grasped him, opened the door, and sent him out of it with a kick so forcible that he went flying down stairs like an arrow out of a bow.
I'm astonished that you, with your knowledge of law, shouldn't be aware that superstition is illegal, and forbidden under severe penalties; no practitioner of the black art could get a licence from the Government to carry it on, under any circumstances. Look here, Tussmann. I hope there is no foundation for the idea which has come into my head. No!
I beg you not to make an ass of yourself; don't go playing idiotic tricks of this sort." Tussmann strove with all his might to get out of the Goldsmith's grasp, while, scarcely capable of utterance, he croaked out "Herr Professor! I am in a state of desperation, and all ordinary considerations are in abeyance. Tussmann! never giving me my official title! there!"
Benjie ceased to torture the world of letters with literary abortions, as he had formerly done, preferring to employ his time in filing ducats; and Tussmann no longer made the booksellers' lives a burden to them by pestering them to hunt out old forgotten books for him.
Tussmann threw himself feebly into an arm-chair, and it was not till he had gasped for breath during several minutes that he was able to begin to speak which he did in a whimpering voice.
He's insupportable to me. I hate him! I abhor him! Oh, Edmund!" She sank, almost fainting, into Edmund's arms; and he pressed her to his heart with the warmest affection. The Commissionsrath, utterly amazed, opened his eyes as wide as if he were seeing spectres, and then cried "What's all this? what do I see?" "Ah, yes! yes, indeed!" Tussmann said, in a lamentable tone.
But the Goldsmith went up to those two, and said, with a smile, and in a gentle voice: "Don't you be put out in the slightest by all this business: everything will come right. I give you my word for it. But, just now, you must bid each other good-bye, before Tussmann and Bosswinkel come back to their senses." And he and Edmund left Bosswinkel's house.
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