The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 11: Masterpieces of German Literature Translated Into English — John Shaqi
The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 11: Masterpieces of German Literature Translated Into English
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The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 11: Masterpieces of German Literature Translated Into English
German literature -- 19th century -- Translations into English; German literature -- 20th century -- Translations into English
and lovely the strange young lady was, and how great the pleasure of
being with her, and of chattering so much nonsense; if she might say
"thou" to her, then they could chatter twice as pleasantly.
The permission gladly given and sealed with a kiss threw the frolicsome
girl into the greatest ecstasy. "You must never go away again!" she
exclaimed; "or, if you do, only to return in the autumn! He will not
marry me, in any case; I have nothing, and he has nothing in spite of
his entail, and Papa says that we shall all be bankrupt here if we
don't get the railroad and the harbor. And your Papa and the President
have the whole matter in hand, Papa said as we drove over; and if you
marry him, your Papa will give the concession, as a matter of course--I
believe that's what it's called, isn't it? And you are really already
interested in it as it is; for the harbor, Papa says, can be laid
out only on the estates which belong to your aunt, and you and your
brother--you inherit it from your aunt--are already coheirs? It is
a strange will, Papa says, and he would like to know how the matter
really is. Don't you know? Please do tell me! I promise not to tell
anyone."
"I really don't know," replied Else. "I only know that we are very
poor, and that you may go on and marry your Count for all me."
"I should be glad to do so," said the little lady seriously, "but I'm
not pretty enough for him, with my insignificant figure and my pug
nose. I shall marry a rich burgher some day, who is impressed by our
nobility--for the Strummins are as old as the island, you know--a Mr.
Schulze, or Müller, or Schmidt. What's the name of the captain who came
with you?"
"Schmidt, Reinhold Schmidt."
"No, you're joking!"
"Indeed, I'm not; but he's not a captain."
"Not a Captain! What then?"
"A sea captain."
"Of the Marine?"
"A simple sea captain."
"Oh, dear me!"
That came out so comically, and Mieting clapped her hands with such a
naïve surprise, that Else had to laugh, and the more so as she could
thus best conceal the blush of embarrassment which flushed her face.
"Then he will not even take supper with us!" exclaimed Mieting.
"Why not?" asked Else, who had suddenly become very serious again.
"A simple captain!" repeated Mieting; "too bad! He's such a handsome
man! I had picked him out for myself! But a simple sea captain!"
Madame von Strummin entered the room to escort the ladies to supper.
Mieting rushed toward her mother to tell her her great discovery.
"Everything is already arranged," replied her mother. "The Count asked
your father and the President whether they wished the captain to join
the company. Both of the gentlemen were in favor of it, and so he too
will appear at supper. And then, too, he seems so far to be a very
respectable man," concluded Madame von Strummin.
"I'm really curious," said Mieting.
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