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Updated: August 4, 2024
There was a general movement among the people at the back of the shop when Christophe gave his name to the clerk who approached him: and after a confabulation a young man stepped forward from the group, and said in German: "Herr Diener is out." "Out? For long?" "I think so. He has just gone." Christophe thought for a moment; then he said: "Very well. I will wait."
He sat down quietly in a corner, with his back turned towards the street: and it looked as though he intended to stay there. The clerk went back to the end of the shop and whispered to his colleagues: they were most comically distressed, and cast about for some means of getting rid of the insistent Christophe. After a few uneasy moments, the door of the office was opened and Herr Diener appeared.
He wanted to show that he was as much at his ease as anybody, and when Diener tried again by endeavoring to take upon himself the choice of wine, Jean-Christophe crushed him with a look, and ordered a bottle of one of the most expensive vintages they had in the inn. When they found themselves seated before a considerable repast, they were abashed by it.
"Irh Diener, werthe Jungfer Braut Viel Glücke zur heutgen Freude!" and exclaiming that at the sight of her in her garland and wedding-garb the heart laughs out in rapture; and what wonder that lips and breast overflow with joy.
Diener drew himself up. He was shocked by such off-handedness. "What!" he said. "No hurry! In business..." Christophe looked him in the face. "No." Diener looked away. He hated Christophe for having so put him to shame. He murmured irritably. Christophe cut him short: "Come," he said. "You know..." "You know why I am here?" "Yes," said Diener. "I know."
Ein Mensch, der nur lieset um zu druecken, lieset wahrscheinlich uebel; und wer jeden Gedanken, der ihm aufstosst, durch Feder and Presse versendet, hat sie in kurzer Zeit alle versandt, und wird bald ein blosser Diener der Druckerey, ein Buchstabensetzer werden." A chapter of requests and premonitions concerning the perusal or omission of the chapter that follows.
As he entered he thought he saw Diener at the back of the long, dark shop, arranging packages of goods, together with some of the assistants. But he was a little short-sighted, and could not trust his eyes, although it was very rarely that they deceived him.
"What is it?" asked Christophe. "Do you think I'm not competent to do the work?" He was asking a service as though it were he who was rendering it. Diener, who would not have done a thing for Christophe except for the sake of putting him under an obligation, was resolved not to stir a finger for him. "It isn't that. You're a thousand times too good for it. Only..." "What, then?"
He had been so much deprived of the society of children of his own age that he found an inexpressible joy in being with this boy, so learned and well brought up, who was in sympathy with him. Time passed, and Jean-Christophe took no count of it. Diener, proud of the confidence which the young musician showed him, dared not point out that the dinner-hour had rung.
Quite out of countenance, Christophe begged pardon, and was turning to go when a door at the end of the corridor opened, and he saw Kohn himself showing a lady out. Still suffering from the affront put upon him by Diener, he was inclined to think that everybody was having a joke at his expense.
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