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
No one accepted the invitation and it was repeated more loudly, but
this time too without success. Bewildered, the scholar rose from his
chair, drew his long dressing-gown tight about him, and now with still
greater amazement admitted a tiny laddie of about eleven years into
his study, a laddie who trembled in every joint and over whose cheeks
the tears ran down. No one was present at the interview that this
visitor had with Professor Fackler and we cannot give the details of
the conversation. Only this we can say, that when Lesbia returned from
church with her two daughters, the charming pledges of the "thousands
and thousands of kisses," she found her husband in a very pleased mood.
He did not give her the attention which she expected from him but
continued to straddle up and down the room and to murmur:
"I declare! A plucky little fellow! _Puer tenax propositi!_ He shall
have his way! By all the gods of Olympus he shall attain what he
desires and may it be of benefit to him!"
"What shall be of benefit? Of benefit to whom, Blasius?" asked Lesbia,
laying down her hymn-book.
"Someone shall be taken by the heel and dipped into the Styx, dearest,
so that he may be proof against the afflictions of life and emerge
victorious from the battle of men."
"This is one of your silly, incomprehensible days, Blasius," cried
Mrs. Fackler, with vexation and looked as if she would have liked to
give her husband a good shaking. Fortunately, however, at that moment
Eugenia and Cornelia came running in and hung on their father's arms
with all kinds of childish questions and requests. The latter pointed
to their mother and quoted with hollow voice:
"Jove tonante, fulgurante, comitia populi habere nefas,"
drew on his coat, put on his hat, took his stick, went out and--paid a
visit to Uncle Grünebaum. Uncle Nikolaus Grünebaum, however, to his own
"highest perplexity" made a long, beautiful speech that afternoon in
Kröppel Street to the accompaniment of some most excellent coffee which
Auntie Schlotterbeck had brewed, and expressed himself more or less in
the following expectoration:
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