Thus passed away that day and evening; and as my door remained locked,
night found me still lying on the gold, where, at last, sleep overpowered
me.
Then I dreamed of thee, and fancied I stood behind the glass door of thy
little room, and saw thee seated at thy table between a skeleton and a
bunch of dried plants; before thee lay open the works of Haller,
Humboldt, and Linnæus; on thy sofa a volume of Goethe, and the Enchanted
Ring. I stood a long time contemplating thee, and everything in thy
apartment; and again turning my gaze upon thee, I perceived that thou
wast motionless—thou didst not breathe—thou wast dead.
I awoke—it seemed yet early—my watch had stopped. I felt thirsty, faint,
and worn out; for since the preceding morning I had not tasted food. I
now cast from me, with loathing and disgust, the very gold with which but
a short time before I had satiated my foolish heart. Now I knew not
where to put it—I dared not leave it lying there. I examined my purse to
see if it would hold it,—impossible! Neither of my windows opened on the
sea. I had no other resource but, with toil and great fatigue, to drag
it to a huge chest which stood in a closet in my room; where I placed it
all, with the exception of a handful or two. Then I threw myself,
exhausted, into an arm-chair, till the people of the house should be up
and stirring. As soon as possible I sent for some refreshment, and
desired to see the landlord.
I entered into some conversation with this man respecting the arrangement
of my future establishment. He recommended for my personal attendant one
Bendel, whose honest and intelligent countenance immediately prepossessed
me in his favour. It is this individual whose persevering attachment has
consoled me in all the miseries of my life, and enabled me to bear up
under my wretched lot. I was occupied the whole day in my room with
servants in want of a situation, and tradesmen of every description. I
decided on my future plans, and purchased various articles of vertu and
splendid jewels, in order to get rid of some of my gold; but nothing
seemed to diminish the inexhaustible heap.
I now reflected on my situation with the utmost uneasiness. I dared not
take a single step beyond my own door; and in the evening I had forty wax
tapers lighted before I ventured to leave the shade. I reflected with
horror on the frightful encounter with the school-boys; yet I resolved,
if I could command sufficient courage, to put the public opinion to a
second trial. The nights were now moonlight. Late in the evening I
wrapped myself in a large cloak, pulled my hat over my eyes, and,
trembling like a criminal, stole out of the house.
I did not venture to leave the friendly shadow of the houses until I had
reached a distant part of the town; and then I emerged into the broad
moonlight, fully prepared to hear my fate from the lips of the
passers-by.
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