The admirable candor and simplicity of Fritz's disposition might suffer by association with a person of Mr.David's very peculiar character.""May I ask,Madame Fontaine,in what you think his character peculiar?""I will endeavor to express what I feel,sir.You have spoken of his cleverness.I venture to say that he is _too_clever And I have observed that he is--for a young man--far too easily moved to suspect others.Do Imake myself understood?"
"Perfectly.Pray go on."
"I find,Mr.Keller,that there is something of the Jesuit about our young friend.He has a way of refining on trifles,and seeing under the surface,where nothing is to be seen.Don't attach too much importance to what I say!It is quite likely that I am influenced by the popular prejudice against 'old heads on young shoulders.'At the same time,Iconfess I wouldn't keep him here,if I were in your place.Shall we move a little further on?"Madame Fontaine was,I daresay,perfectly right in her estimate of me.
Looking back at the pages of this narrative,I discover some places in which I certainly appear to justify her opinion.I even justified it at the time.Before she and Mr.Keller were out of my hearing,I began to see "under the surface,"and "to refine"on what she had said.
Was it Jesuitical to doubt the disinterestedness of her advice?I did doubt it.Was it Jesuitical to suspect that she privately distrusted me,and had reasons of her own for keeping me out of her way,at the safe distance of London?I did suspect it.
And yet she was such a good Christian!And yet she had so nobly and so undeniably saved Mr.Keller's life!What right had I to impute self-seeking motives to such a woman as this?Mean!mean!there was no excuse for me.
I turned back to the house,with my head feeling very old on my young shoulders.
Madame Fontaine's manner to me was so charming,when we all met at the dinner-table,that I fell into a condition of remorseful silence.
Fortunately,Fritz took most of the talking on himself,and the general attention was diverted from me.His high spirits,his boisterous nonsense,his contempt for all lawful forms and ceremonies which placed impediments in the way of his speedy marriage,were amusingly contrasted by Mr.Engelman's courteous simplicity in trying to argue the question seriously with his reckless young friend.
"Don't talk to me about the customary delays and the parson's duty!"cried Fritz."Tell me this:does he do his duty without being paid for it?""We must all live,"pleaded good Mr.Engelman;"the parson must pay the butcher and the baker,like the rest of us.""That's shirking the question,my dear sir!Will the parson marry Minna and me,without being paid for it?""In all civilized countries,Fritz,there are fees for the performance of the marriage ceremony.""Very well.Now follow my train of reasoning,Mr.Engelman!On your own showing,the whole affair is a matter of money.The parson gets his fee for ****** Minna my wife,after the customary delays."There Minna modestly interposed."Why do you object to the customary delays,dear Fritz?""I'll tell you,my angel,when we are married.In the meantime,I resume my train of reasoning,and I entreat Mr.Engelman not to forget that this is a matter of money.Make it worth the parson's while to marry us,_without_the customary delays.Double his fee,treble his fee--give him ten times his fee.It's merely a question of what his reverence can resist.My father is a rich man.Favor me with a blank cheque,papa--and I will make Minna Mrs.Keller before the end of the week!"The father,hitherto content to listen and be amused,checked the son's flow of nonsense at this point.
"There is a time for everything,Fritz,"he said."We have had laughing enough.When you talk of your marriage,I am sorry to observe that you entirely pass over the consideration which is due to your father's only surviving relative."Madame Fontaine laid down her knife and fork as if her dinner had come to an end.The sudden appearance in the conversation of the "surviving relative,"had evidently taken her by surprise.Mr.Keller,observing her,turned away from his son,and addressed himself exclusively to the widow when he spoke next.
"I referred,Madame Fontaine,to my elder sister,"he said."She and Iare the sole survivors of a large family."
"Does the lady live in this city,sir?"the widow inquired.
"No,she still lives in our birthplace--Munich.""May I ask another question?"
"As many questions,dear madam,as you like.""Is your sister married?"
"My sister has never been married."
"Not for want of suitors,"said courteous Mr.Engelman."A most majestic person.Witty and accomplished.Possessed of an enviable little fortune,entirely at her own disposal."Mr.Keller gently reproved this latter allusion to the question of money.
"My good friend,Madame Fontaine has a mind above all mercenary considerations.My sister's place in her esteem and regard will not be influenced by my sister's fortune,when they meet (as I hope they will meet)at Fritz's marriage."At this,Fritz burst into the conversation in his usual headlong way.
"Oh,dear me,papa,have some consideration for us!If we wait for my aunt,we shall never be married on this side of eternity.""Fritz!"
"Don't be angry,sir,I meant no harm.I was thinking of my aunt's asthma.At her age,she will never take the long journey from Munich to Frankfort.Permit me to offer a suggestion.Let us be married first,and then pay her a visit in the honeymoon.
Mr.Keller passed his son's suggestion over without notice,and addressed himself once more to Madame Fontaine.
"I propose writing to my sister in a day or two,"he resumed,"to inform her of the contemplated marriage.She already knows your name through Mr.
Engelman,who kindly wrote to allay her anxiety about my illness.""And to tell her,"Mr.Engelman interposed,"to whose devotion he owes his recovery."The widow received this tribute with eyes fixed modestly on her plate.
