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And so they went on, shooting up and down, while Benjie carried on his nose-concerto, and Tussmann laughed like a mad creature, till the Commissionsrath fell down nearly fainting in an arm-chair. "Now's the time! now's the time!" Manasseh cried. He slapped his pocket, and out sprung an enormous, horrible-looking mouse, which made a spring right at the Goldsmith.
Don't let your heart be troubled. Be not deceived by Satan, good soul." "You seem to be put out by what you have seen, Mr. Tussmann," the stranger said. "I only wanted to see my sweetheart my wife, that is to be. You must have seen something else, apparently."
Privy Councillor," Tussmann cried, as if in a sudden inspiration, and with joyful rapture "Most respected Mr. Privy Councillor! is that really the case?" "It is," said the stranger. "But what's the good of our standing in the street here any longer? It is past your bed time.
He was a little annoyed, too astonished, at all events that the stranger seemed to know him. But the latter did not seem to mind that in the least, but recommenced: "Respected Herr Tussmann, you are kind enough to be making a complete mistake as to the nature of my proceedings here. I do not want ironmongery or hardware of any description; neither have I anything to do with Mr. Warnatz.
Did not your dear papa ever so long ago promise me your beautiful, white, so kissable little hand?" "Mr. My father can never have had the slightest idea of your marrying me." "Dearest Miss Albertine," cried Tussmann; "consider for a moment. You have known me for many long years. Have I not always been a man of the strictest moderation and temperance? Have I ever been given to dissipation?
He went on striking the radish-shavings into gold pieces faster and faster, hitting them harder and harder, and they crackled away in the goldsmith's hand with fierier and fierier sparks. Tussmann was nearly out of his senses with fear and agitation.
This thrust took effect, because Tieck's 'Sternbald' was Edmund's favourite book, and he would have been only too glad to have been the hero of that tale himself. So he then and there put on a very pitiful face, and was very near bursting into tears. "Well," said the goldsmith, "whatever happens, I am going to take Tussmann off your hands.
"Even in this," said Tussmann, "our grand Thomasius comes to our aid, giving us completely adequate instruction as to how we are to 'converse' with ladies, in the most rational and delightful style; even telling us exactly how and when to introduce the due amount of playfulness and wit, suitable to the occasion.
The Commissionsrath, brimful of rage and fury, took Tussmann by the hand and led him back to the room. "What's all this?" he cried to Albertine. "This is very pretty behaviour; is this the way you treat your husband that is to be?" "My husband that is to be?" echoed Albertine, in wild amazement. "Most undoubtedly!" the Commissionsrath answered.
Despair and die, good Tussmann; Thomasius can't help you! On, to a green death! Farewell, terrible Miss Albertine Bosswinkel! Your husband, that was to have been whom you despised so cruelly you will never see again! Here he goes, into the frog-pond!"
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