The Breaking of the Storm, Vol. I.Spielhagen, Friedrich
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The Breaking of the Storm, Vol. I.
Spielhagen, Friedrich
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"It is not so easily to be had, and especially now when he is busy
getting that bill through. People do not dare go to him with many
questions which would seem to touch upon the great principle of
self-government, which is the order of the day. However--I say it in
the strictest confidence--as soon as this bill, which you know goes
very much against the grain with him, has been brought through the
House of Lords by means of a new creation of peers, and at the same
time as I and all patriots feel the grave of Prussia has been dug, he
will retire in displeasure from his uncomfortably prominent position in
the ministry, and we shall have a better chance next year."
"But I do not want to wait so long," said the Count. He had sprung up
and paced up and down the room with hasty steps; now he returned to the
table where the Councillor, certain that the interview would not be
terminated thus, remained quietly sitting. "And supposing that I wished
to wait so long--the very important question arises of whether I could.
This is a confidential interview, Councillor Schieler. Well, I am in a
bad way. The interest on my debts almost swallows up my income, and by
the first of October there will be an additional sum of fifty thousand
thalers."
"Have you spoken to Hugo Lübbener? I should have thought such a rich
man, and your banker for so many years----"
"He has only been so for three years, since you recommended him to me
so strongly, and besides now my account is very low; my banker's book
has not been made up since last July. I cannot ask any more from
Lübbener; I have not even once been to see him."
"Humph!" said the Councillor, with the air of a man who, thinking he
knows something, now sees it in a new light. "I thought your affairs
were--apart from temporary embarrassments--quite in order. What you now
tell me, with I hope some of the exaggeration of despondency, surprises
me very much indeed--very much."
"I do not exaggerate," replied the Count; "indeed I have said rather
too little than too much."
"But then still less do I understand why our project does not suit you.
The value of both your properties would be doubled, and a directorship
is also certain. That is always something."
"It is nothing--nothing at all!" cried the Count vehemently. "A straw
to a drowning man. What should I do with the paltry hundreds, which I
can win in one evening at _écarte_? No! if once I go in for speculating
it shall not be for nothing; if I make a haul it shall be a good one
which shall compensate for the prick of conscience at going in direct
opposition to all the traditions of my family and doing what Prince
Prora would never condescend to, and which will make me secure in the
future."
The Councillor scratched his long nose with a pencil to hide a smile,
and suppressed the answer which was on the tip of his tongue.
"How can a gambler be safe in the future?" He said instead: "You should
marry, Count Golm!"
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