Life in a German Crack RegimentBaudissin, Wolf Ernst Hugo Emil, Graf von
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Life in a German Crack Regiment
Baudissin, Wolf Ernst Hugo Emil, Graf von
Germany. Heer -- Military life -- Fiction; Soldiers -- Fiction
suffers frightfully from indigestion, you know. Aunt tells us
also that your future father-in-law manufactures buttons. It's a
frightful idea, but is it really true? However, the main thing
is that he manufactures enough of them! Keep him tight! You have
fine eyes, use them well and you'll secure him. And when you
are once engaged, which it is to be hoped will be within the
next few days, then hurry on the marriage, so that he may not
have time for regrets, and before he learns how we are reckoning
on his money. When he's once my brother-in-law I'll manage to
extract the ducats from him. I don't feel in the least anxious
about _that_!
"Well, Hilda, I've written enough for to-day. I have to go on
duty, the colonel has just summoned a meeting of officers to
read out to us again the most stringent regulations concerning
Courts of Honour. Isn't it ridiculous nonsense! As if one didn't
know how to behave as an honourable gentleman indeed! If a man
doesn't _feel_ these things he doesn't learn them by yawning
more or less loudly while these endless regulations are read out
to him.
"Send me, please, the four thousand marks; uncle will give
it you at once if you tell him it will be paid back directly
after your marriage. Let me impress this upon you: have your
marriage contract drawn up at a lawyer's, and mind you have a
good income settled upon you. In your place, I wouldn't accept
less than forty thousand marks a year. The fellow must expect
to pay something for marrying into such a distinguished family.
However, I must tell you that, in spite of the French champagne
which father was only able to get on credit on the strength of
your approaching marriage, things at home are in a frightful
condition. Father wrote and asked me to send him a few thousand,
or at least a few hundred marks if I won at cards. Ah, if the
old gentleman had an idea of the terrible hole I am in! Now,
dear Hilda, arrange your affairs satisfactorily. With love and
kisses.--Your affectionate brother,
"FRITZ."
Every drop of blood vanished from Hildegarde's face as she read the
letter. She stood motionless, and a feeling of repugnance came over
her, as it often did when she had news from home. She tore the letter
into a thousand pieces and stamped them under foot.
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