Through Night to Light: A NovelSpielhagen, Friedrich
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Through Night to Light: A Novel
Spielhagen, Friedrich
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"Lower your demands a little, Timm," he said, in a subdued voice. "I
must confess it is a matter of the very greatest importance for me to
bury the whole affair in silence, and if it depended on myself alone I
might not be unwilling to pay you the sum which you demand. But you
know my aunt, and you know that she would rather let matters go on to
the last point than to make such an enormous sacrifice. I tell you,
Timm, it can't be done; upon my word, it can't be done. And what do you
want with so much money at once? You will lose it in a few unlucky
nights at roulette, and then you are poorer than you ever were before.
Come, now, I'll make you an offer. We will pay you for one year four
hundred dollars a month, and at the end of the year six thousand
dollars in a lump."
"Altogether ten thousand eight hundred dollars," replied Albert. "Won't
do; and besides, what security can you give me that all the payments
will be made?"
"The documents, which in the mean time you may retain in your
possession and which you are not expected to hand over till the six
thousand dollars are paid."
"Well!" said Albert, "it is not much; but among good friends we ought
not to insist too strictly. I accept."
"Let us make it out in writing."
"Why? If we do not wish to keep our word, we'll break it, anyhow; and
besides, a paper of that kind might, if it should fall into the hands
of the wrong person, commit the family of Grenwitz more seriously than
they would like, and would, after all, but put one more weapon in my
hands. You see I am perfectly candid."
"_Bon!_" said Felix. "Do you want the first four hundred at once?"
"I should think so."
Felix rose, took one of the lights, and went to a bureau which was
standing back in the room, opened a drawer, took a few packages of
bank-notes from it and placed them on the table before Albert.
"Count them!"
"It is not necessary," said Albert, slipping the parcel into his
pocket; "your aunt never makes a mistake in counting. Well, Grenwitz,
that matter is nicely arranged; now let us have a bottle of wine upon
it--I have talked so much I am quite thirsty. If you permit me I will
ring the bell."
"Pray do so!"
Felix ordered the servant who came to bring a bottle of Hock and two
glasses.
Felix was rather pleased to see that Albert was in better humor; he had
another question to ask yet, which no one could answer as well as he
could.
"You have seen, Timm," he said, filling the glasses, "that I have met
you half way, as far as I could. One service is worth another. Will you
do me a favor?"
"Let us hear."
"Then tell me, how is little Marguerite?"
"What interest have you in her?"
"Well, I do have an interest in her."
"And why do you think I know anything about her?"
"Because I have observed you both at Grenwitz, and besides--well, for
divers other reasons."
"For instance?"
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