Courts and courtiers -- Fiction; German fiction -- Translations into English; Germany -- Fiction
Three-quarters of the school year had thus passed, when the news went
round, before Christmas, that the professor on leave, now fairly strong
again, would resume his duties after the holidays, and would again act
as professor of the second class. And now it came out what sort of man
Doctor Ueberbein was, with his green complexion and superior manner. He
objected and remonstrated; he lodged a vigorous and, in form, not
incontestable protest against the class with which he had spent
three-quarters of the year, and whose work and recreation he had shared
up to the very mouth of the goal, being taken from its professor for the
last quarter and restored to the official who had spent three-quarters
of the year on leave. His action was intelligible and comprehensible,
and one must sympathize with it. He had undoubtedly hoped to send up a
model class to the head master, who taught the Select, a class whose
forwardness would put his skill in the best light and would hasten his
promotion; and it must grieve him to look forward to another's reaping
the fruits of his devotion. But though his disgust might be excusable,
his frenzy was not: and it is an unfortunate fact that, when the head
master proved deaf to his representations, he became simply frenzied. He
lost his head, he lost all balance, he set heaven and hell to work to
prevent this loafer, this alcohol-heart, this blankety-blank, as he did
not hesitate to describe the professor on leave, from taking his class
from him. And when he found no support among his colleagues, as was
natural in the case of so unsociable a man, the poor wretch had so far
forgotten himself as to incite the pupils entrusted to him to rebel.
He had put the question to them from his desk--Whom do you want for your
master for the last quarter, me or that other fellow? And, wound up by
his stirring appeal, they had shouted that they wanted him. Then, he
said, they must take matters into their own hands, show their colours,
and act as one boy--though goodness knows what in his excitement he
meant by that. But when after the holidays the returned professor
entered the class-room, they screamed Doctor Ueberbein's name at him for
minutes on end--and there was a fine scandal.
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