“Well in the first place, she is outrageously greedy. She goes to the
wardrobe and takes out Mother’s silk gowns, folds them over her arm,
and starts to retire. ‘Why, Riekchen,’ I say, ‘what are you doing with
those?’ ‘Frau Consul promised me.’ ‘My dear Severin!’ I say, and show
her, in a perfectly ladylike way, what I think of her unseemly haste.
Do you think it did any good? She took not only the silk gowns, but
a bundle of underwear as well, and went out. I can’t come to blows
with her, can I? And it isn’t Severin alone. There are wash-baskets
full of stuff going out of the house. The servants divide up things
before my face--Severin has the keys to the cupboards. I said to her:
‘Fräulein Severin, I shall be much obliged for the keys.’ And she told
me, in good set terms, that I’ve nothing to say to her, she’s not in
my service, I didn’t engage her, and she will keep the keys until she
leaves!”
“Have you the keys to the silver-chest? Good. Let the rest go. That
sort of thing is inevitable when a household breaks up, especially when
the rule has been rather lax already. I don’t want to make any scenes.
The linen is old and worn. We can see what there is there. Have you the
lists? Good. We’ll have a look at them.”
They went into the bed-chamber and stood a while in silence by the
bed; Frau Antonie removed the white cloth from the face of the dead.
The Frau Consul was arrayed in the silk garment in which she would
that afternoon lie upon her bier in the hall. Twenty-eight hours had
passed since she drew her last breath. The mouth and chin, without the
false teeth, looked sunken and senile, and the pointed chin projected
sharply. All three tried their best to recognize their mother’s face
in this sunken countenance before them, with its eyelids inexorably
closed. But under the old lady’s Sunday cap there showed, as in life,
the smooth, reddish-brown wig over which the Misses Buddenbrook had so
often made merry. Flowers were strewn on the coverlet.
“The most beautiful wreaths have come,” said Frau Permaneder. “From all
the families in town, simply from everybody. I had everything carried
up to the corridor. You must look at them afterwards, Gerda and Tom.
They are heart-breakingly lovely.”
“How are they progressing down in the hall?” asked the Senator.
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