Through Night to Light: A NovelSpielhagen, Friedrich
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Through Night to Light: A Novel
Spielhagen, Friedrich
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"'I had the misfortune of being engaged to the young lady.'
"'And if I decline giving you the information----'
"'Then I declare you before all these ladies and gentlemen to be from
head to foot nothing but a vulgar blackguard.'
"With these words I threw my glove into his face and left the company,
after having asked their pardon for the necessity that had forced me to
provoke so unpleasant a scene.
"An insult of this kind could only be wiped out by blood, according to
the views of the society in which the count moved. To prevent his
pleading too great a disparity in social rank I had taken the
precaution of wearing my officer's uniform; and besides, the well-known
name of my friend, the painter, secured me against the suspicion of
being an unknown adventurer. The very favor which the count enjoyed
with the ladies had, moreover, made him very hateful to the men, so
that everybody was glad to see him thus publicly exposed, and if he had
refused to fight me he would probably have lost his standing in
society. His few friends had, therefore, shrugged their shoulders, and
his enemies had smiled with delight, when he had left the house soon
after my departure, and an hour afterwards I received a challenge for
the following morning. That was all I desired. I was delighted; and the
few hours still wanting till I should see the seducer of Leonora, the
murderer of my earthly happiness, at the mouth of my pistol, seemed to
me an eternity. I could not bear the confinement of my hotel; I wanted
to cool the fever of revenge that burnt in me in the balsamic night
air. My friend begged me not to do so, since I might easily take cold
during my nightly promenade, as he called it, with an ironical smile.
But excited and maddened as I was, I insisted on my purpose, and he
accompanied me, but only after having provided daggers for both of us.
"I was soon to learn how much better the painter knew the character of
my enemy and the manners of the people among whom we happened to be. We
had scarcely gone a few hundred yards from the hotel, and were just
turning into Toledo street from a narrow lane, when four men suddenly
jumped forth from the deep shadow of a house and fell upon us with
incredible fury. Fortunately the painter was a man of gigantic
strength, and I also had my good arm and presence of mind. The
murderers seemed to be surprised by our resistance. After a few moments
they took to their heels. I was going to follow them. 'Let them run,'
said the painter, wiping his bloody dagger; 'I fear I have scratched
one of them rather too deep. But the fellow was really too zealous to
earn the few dollars which the count had given him.'
"I had lost all desire to continue my walk. We returned by the nearest
way to our hotel, and awaited the appointed hour with impatience.
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