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"I implore you in my own name," whispered Baron Arnstein in the ear of the Prince von Lichtenstein "I implore you in the name of my wife, if a reconciliation should be possible, accept it, and avoid by all means so deplorable an event.
Nicholas, of Arnstein, and the value which was attached to it may be inferred from the following quaint and mild anathema at the end of the first volume: "The book of St. Mary and St. Nicholas, in Arnstein, the which, if any one shall purloin it, may he die the death may he be cooked upon the gridiron may the falling sickness and fevers attack him and may he be broken upon the wheel and hung!"
Fanny's eyes were fixed steadfastly on his features. "Mr. Arnstein," she exclaimed, impetuously, "you do not love me either!" He forced himself to smile. "Who could see you you, the proud, glorious beauty without falling in love with you?" he exclaimed, emphatically. "Pray, no empty flatteries," said Fanny, impatiently. "Oh, tell me the truth! I am sure you do not love me!"
"I hope that I am this more fortunate rival," said Baron Arnstein, gently. "Oh, no, sir," exclaimed the prebendary, laughing scornfully. "A husband never is the rival of his wife's admirers. If you were with your wife and turned me away, I should not object to it at all, and I should wait for a better chance.
I don't see the rest of my days with the Arnstein Ribbon Company. I'm not getting any younger. Five years is a long time out of a girl's life. Five of the best ones, too. She likes to begin to see her future when she reaches my age. A future with a good providing man. You and me are just where we started five years ago." "I know, Clara, and I'd give my right hand to change things."
We shall not be a pair of happy lovers, but two good and sincere friends." "That is all I ask," said Arnstein, gently. "Never shall I molest you with pretensions and demands that might offend your delicacy and be repugnant to your heart; never shall I ask more of you than what I hope I shall be able to deserve your esteem and your confidence.
We will make it a centre of the best society, and in the midst of this circle which is to embrace the most eminent representatives of beauty, intellect, and distinction, we will forget that we are united without happiness and without love." "But there will be a day when your heart will love," said Arnstein.
I conducted you hither and said to you, 'This is your sanctuary, and no one shall enter it without your permission. In this boudoir you are not the Baroness Arnstein, not my wife; but here you are Fanny Itzig, the free and unshackled young girl, who is mistress of her will and affections.
Fanny turned round to beckon Baron Arnstein to join them, but he had just left with the rabbi and the other officers of the synagogue. The ladies were now alone, for the ceremony was about to begin. And now the women entered, whose duty it was to raise loud lamentations and weep over the fate of the brides who were about to leave the parental roof and to follow their husbands.
The houses of Itzig, Arnstein, and Eskeles will flourish more than ever; whether the individuals belonging to these houses will wither is of no importance. Let us therefore submit to our fate, my dear, for we cannot escape from it. Would it be conducive to your happiness if I should break off the match?
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