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Tussmann, why you went on in such an extraordinary manner when the lady showed herself at the Tower-window; and what it is that your head is so very full of at the present moment. You and I are very old acquaintances, whether you believe it or not; and as to this old gentleman here, you need be on no ceremony with him."
"Oh, my goodness," said Tussmann, "I went and shied Thomasius's little treatise on 'Diplomatic Acumen' into the frog-pond, like an utter fool as I was." "Put your hand in your pocket," said the Goldsmith, "and take out the book." Tussmann did so, and lo, the book which he brought out was none other than Thomasius's treatise! "Ha!" cried Tussmann, "what is this?
And, in spite of all his protestations, Tussmann had to submit to Bosswinkel's wrapping a white handkerchief about his head, and sending him home in a cab to Spandau Street. "And what's your news, Manasseh?" the Commissionsrath inquired. Manasseh simpered most deferentially, and with much amiability, and said Mr.
Bosswinkel, who was just coming up, started back in much alarm as this school-chum of his came bumping into his arms. "What in the name of all that's " he cried; "what's going on? what ails your face?" Tussmann, almost out of his mind, related all that had happened, in broken phrases; how Albertine had behaved to him how Edmund had treated him.
"Tussmann," said the Goldsmith, "I cannot understand that ridiculous shyness of yours. What do you mean by it? Don't be an ass. What you want is a drop of something pretty strong. I should say a tumbler of hot punch, else we shall be having you laid up with a feverish cold. Come on!"
Albertine took her place on a chair behind the table, her father by her side. Manasseh and the Goldsmith drew away into the background. The lots were drawn, and, Tussmann having the first choice, the Baron and Edmund had to go into the other room.
My face has been a face of spring, of summer, and of autumn. Ah, yes! it's this greenness which is driving me to my destruction. It was no wonder that Tussmann complained most bitterly, for the colour of his countenance was a very great annoyance to him.
"Oh, good gracious!" cried Tussmann in melancholy accents. "I have been, you see, in the habit of sometimes going to the opera, so that I have wanted, very much, to ground myself a little in the theory of music, and I have been trying in vain hitherto to get hold of a copy of a certain little treatise which explains the arts of the composer and the performer, in an allegorical form.
You go to your bed every night at eleven o'clock, after a couple of glasses of beer, and last night you went and took more liquor than was good for you, long after you ought to have been asleep; no wonder you had a lot of funny dreams." "What!" Tussmann cried; "you think I was asleep, do you, and dreaming? Don't you know I'm pretty well up in the subject of sleep and dreams.
For Albertine Bosswinkel is as good as engaged already to Tussmann, the Clerk of the Privy Chancery." This terrible piece of news sent Edmund into the wildest despair. Leonhard waited patiently till the first paroxysm was past, and then asked if he really wanted to marry Albertine.
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