The Breaking of the Storm, Vol. III.Spielhagen, Friedrich
General
The Breaking of the Storm, Vol. III.
Spielhagen, Friedrich
Fiction
"I am already late for my work," said he, "and I must go down to the
Staff Office to ask leave of my chief for the day. I will then
immediately settle the matter of the bills, if the General will have
the goodness to give me his authority, and then, with your permission,
inform Herr von Werben, whom I think I know where to find, of what has
been decided here. May I ask you, General?" and Schönau pointed towards
the table on which lay the unsigned power of attorney.
The Colonel had risen also.
"One moment, gentlemen," said the General.
He walked up to the table, took the paper and tore it into two pieces,
which he threw into the waste-paper basket.
It was done without any visible emotion, without any apparent thought
of those present, as if some one alone in his study had torn up and
thrown away a letter that had now become worthless. The Captain
shuddered at the fall of the rustling paper, as a pitiful judge might
do as he puts on the black cap.
"I thank you, gentlemen," continued the General, who seemed to have
completely recovered his self-possession; "you, Colonel, for the
humanity which would have extended to another man's son the mercy you
would surely have denied to your own; you, my dear Schönau for the
affection which would lead you to sacrifice not merely your fortune,
but, like the Colonel, your conviction also.
"I cannot accept this sacrifice, gentlemen. One wrong figure spoils the
sum, one false premise nullifies the conclusion. You must allow a
father to draw the inference which you from friendship and compassion
would not draw. If with the assistance of Captain von Schönau--for
alone it would be impossible--I took upon myself my son's fraud and
thus--which God forbid!--allowed a man who is himself not rich, like
you, my dear Schönau, to impoverish himself for the sake of a swindler,
my son would then be allowed, there being nothing further against him,
to retire with honour. His Majesty, our gracious commander-in-chief,
would certify to the honour of a man, who, before God and his
conscience, before his father and you, gentlemen, who cannot at this
moment raise your eyes to me, is dishonoured. He could call to account
those who doubted his honour, and there would be enough of them--his
enemies would see to that--he who must acknowledge to himself that they
are in the right, and that in the very act of demanding and receiving
satisfaction he was perpetrating another deceit.
"And thus, gentlemen, the one lie--forgive me the word!--would call
forth a thousand new lies; and we who sit here should have spun this
web of deceit, and must leave those who become entangled in it without
warning or aid.
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