The Captain of the Polestar, and Other TalesDoyle, Arthur Conan
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The Captain of the Polestar, and Other Tales
Doyle, Arthur Conan
Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Short stories, English
Now although all these learned men were filing out of the lecture-room
under the impression that they had seen nothing of note, as a matter of
fact one of the most wonderful things in the whole history of the world
had just occurred before their very eyes Professor von Baumgarten had
been so far correct in his theory that both his spirit and that of his
pupil had been for a time absent from his body. But here a strange and
unforeseen complication had occurred. In their return the spirit of
Fritz von Hartmann had entered into the body of Alexis von Baumgarten,
and that of Alexis von Baumgarten had taken up its abode in the frame of
Fritz von Hartmann. Hence the slang and scurrility which issued from
the lips of the serious Professor, and hence also the weighty words
and grave statements which fell from the careless student. It was an
unprecedented event, yet no one knew of it, least of all those whom it
concerned.
The body of the Professor, feeling conscious suddenly of a great
dryness about the back of the throat, sallied out into the street, still
chuckling to himself over the result of the experiment, for the soul of
Fritz within was reckless at the thought of the bride whom he had won so
easily. His first impulse was to go up to the house and see her, but on
second thoughts he came to the conclusion that it would be best to stay
away until Madame Baumgarten should be informed by her husband of the
agreement which had been made. He therefore made his way down to the
Grüner Mann, which was one of the favourite trysting-places of the
wilder students, and ran, boisterously waving his cane in the air, into
the little parlour, where sat Spiegler and Müller and half a dozen other
boon companions.
“Ha, ha! my boys,” he shouted. “I knew I should find you here. Drink
up, every one of you, and call for what you like, for I’m going to stand
treat to-day.”
Had the green man who is depicted upon the signpost of that well-known
inn suddenly marched into the room and called for a bottle of wine,
the students could not have been more amazed than they were by this
unexpected entry of their revered professor. They were so astonished
that for a minute or two they glared at him in utter bewilderment
without being able to make any reply to his hearty invitation.
“Donner und Blitzen!” shouted the Professor angrily. “What the deuce
is the matter with you, then? You sit there like a set of stuck pigs
staring at me. What is it, then?”
“It is the unexpected honour,” stammered Spiegel, who was in the chair.
“Honour--rubbish!” said the Professor testily. “Do you think that just
because I happen to have been exhibiting mesmerism to a parcel of old
fossils, I am therefore too proud to associate with dear old friends
like you? Come out of that chair, Spiegel my boy, for I shall preside
now. Beer, or wine, or shnapps, my lads--call for what you like, and put
it all down to me.”
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