The Breaking of the Storm, Vol. II.Spielhagen, Friedrich
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The Breaking of the Storm, Vol. II.
Spielhagen, Friedrich
Fiction
"Are you going to begin now?" exclaimed Philip. "It is partly your
fault. All that the old man said was only what you said to me yourself
yesterday. What in the world induced you to set him against a project
of which neither of you understand a word? He, in spite of his
knowledge of business; you, in spite of your seamanship. What does it
signify to you whether the harbour is east or north? Whether it is
choked up in one place or goes to the devil in the other? Do you intend
to invest your money in it? If others wish to do so, let them. Every
one can use his own eyes, and if he comes to grief it is his own
look-out. The best of it is that none of you who set your faces against
it can hinder the matter from coming to a conclusion; in fact, it is as
good as concluded now. Count Golm has joined the Provisional Board; and
it would be a good joke if a harbour on the east were decided upon, and
Golm and the daughter of our principal opponent, General Werben, who is
as obstinate as my father--good heavens! there is young Werben! I hope
he did not hear!"
This conversation had taken place while they walked up and down between
the blocks of marble in the courtyard. Ottomar had learnt at the house
from Grollman that Reinhold was in the courtyard, and now came suddenly
towards him from behind one of the blocks. He had heard nothing,
although Reinhold feared at first that he had from his gloomy and
embarrassed air. But his handsome young face cleared the next minute;
he held out his hand to him with the greatest cordiality, and then to
Philip with less cordiality.
"He had been meaning to come every day, but the worries of military
duty! Quite unbearable, my dear fellow! You have no conception what it
is; you, especially, my dear Schmidt; you never were in the army, for
reasons best known to the doctors. If I had a hand in the matter you
should serve your time yet in the Guards. But what brought me here in
this hand-over-head fashion was to bring you this invitation from my
father and the ladies, with a thousand excuses, but the card had
somehow been mislaid yesterday; for this evening--quite a small
party--a good many officers, of course, a few ladies, of course also.
There will be a little dancing, my sister says, who counts upon you. Of
course you dance; and my father, as he told me yesterday, wants very
much to talk to you on important matters of which I know nothing; some
question about the harbour, I fancy. You see it is absolutely necessary
that you should accept. You will accept?"
"With much pleasure."
"That is capital."
Ottomar had during the last few words completely turned his back on
Philip; he now turned round.
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