“_Paragraph 2._--Declarations of inheritance and disinheritance are
universally counted among the essentials of a testament. I therefore
bequeath to the Right Reverend Glanz, the Court-attorney Knoll,
the Court-agent Peter Neupeter, the Police-inspector Harprecht, the
Preacher Flachs, the Bookseller Pasvogel, and Herr Flitte, nothing for
the present, not so much because the most distant relatives can lay
no claim to a _Trebellianica_, nor because most of them have enough
to pass on to future generations as it is, but mainly because I know
from their own assurance that they esteem my humble person more than my
large fortune, of which I must therefore dispose otherwise.”
[Illustration: “SEVEN ELONGATED FACES HERE STARTED UP.”]
Seven elongated faces here started up. Especially did the Right
Reverend Glanz, a young man noted throughout Germany for his spoken and
printed sermons, feel himself keenly injured by such sneers. Flitte,
from Elsass, permitted a whispered oath to escape his lips; and as for
Flachs, the preacher, his chin grew longer and longer, and threatened
to grow into a beard. Many a whispered ejaculation was overheard by
the magistrate addressing the late Herr Kabel by such appellatives as
scoundrel, fool, antichrist. But the ruling burgomaster waved his hand,
the court-attorney and the bookseller set all the elastic springs in
their faces as in a trap once more, and the former continued reading
albeit with affected seriousness.
“_Paragraph 3._--Excepting my present residence in the Hundgasse,
which, according to this third paragraph, I will leave, with all that
pertains thereto, to that one of the afore-mentioned seven gentlemen
who, in one half-hour (counting from the reading of the paragraph),
shall outdo his six rivals by being the first to shed a tear over me,
his deceased relative, before an honourable magistrate, who shall
register the fact. Should there be a drought at the end of that
time, then the property must accrue to my heir-general, whom I shall
forthwith name.”
Here the burgomaster shut the will, remarking the conditions to be
unusual, but not illegal, and in accordance therewith the court would
now proceed to award the house to the first that wept; laid his watch,
which pointed to half-past eleven, upon the table, and sat down
silently to note, together with the lawyers, in his office of chief
executor, who would first shed the required tears.
That so long as this world exists there has ever been a sadder and more
ruffled assembly than this of seven dry provinces united as it were to
weep, cannot fairly be assumed. At first precious moments were lost in
dismay and smiling surprise; it was no easy matter to be transported so
abruptly from cursing to weeping. Emotion pure and simple was not to be
thought of, that was quite evident; but in twenty-six minutes something
might be done by way of enforcing an April shower.
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