"So you're going to sea! Dear me, how frightened I should be! Do you
know, Herr Franzelius, I shall tremble every time that the east wind
blows and the window panes rattle and the gas lights flicker--and
you'll be on the angry sea--"
"Will you really do that, Fräulein Reginchen?" he asked hastily,
pausing before her. "If you were in earnest--but no, why should you
give yourself useless anxiety about a man who can never--to be sure,
I--it will be a real cordial on my journey--and I wanted to say
something else: I should like to take a keepsake to remember you and
this hour."
"A keepsake?"--she involuntarily glanced at her knitting work, at which
he too was looking intently. "I'm just at the heel," she said, "and I
suppose you'll not wait till it's done."
"No, Fräulein Reginchen," he replied, "don't think me so presuming as
to ask for such a gift--your own handiwork--so unceremoniously. But--if
I could find any of your father's work--but I've an ugly foot, which is
hard to fit with ready made boots--"
"I could take your measure."
"Yes, you might do that; but no, Reginchen, in the first place I would
not accept such a service from you--"
"I would do it willingly, besides, I'm accustomed to it."
"No, no! A creature like you, and such an unlucky mortal as I--but if I
could find a pair already made--"
He looked around the walls, sighed, passed his hand through his hair,
seemingly endeavoring to avoid her glance.
"You have not the smallest foot in the world," said the girl, looking
at his coarse boots with the eye of an connoisseur. "If it were only as
long in proportion as it's wide. But it's so short beyond the instep,
it would be hard--"
"Won't it? Two elephants' feet!" said the printer laughing bitterly.
"We men of the people, who don't tread as often as we're trodden upon,
didn't need to have such big feet. But it's no matter. Who knows when
our turn will come. Well, Fräulein Reginchen, if you can't--"
"Wait," she exclaimed, starting up and opening the show window, "I
think I can find something for you; that is, if you can use jack-boots.
But as you're going to sea--"
--"At least through fire and water.--Show me the jack-boots, Fraulein
Reginchen."
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