"In your professional capacity,"my aunt replied."I may have a proposal to address to the governors;and I shall look to your experience to express it in the proper form."The lawyer was not satisfied yet."Excuse me if I venture on ****** another inquiry,"he persisted."Do you propose to visit the madhouse in consequence of any wish expressed by the late Mr.Wagner?""Certainly not!My husband always avoided speaking to me on that melancholy subject.As you have heard,he even left me in doubt whether he was one of the governing body at the asylum.No reference to any circumstance in his life which might alarm or distress me ever passed his lips."Her voice failed her as she paid that tribute to her husband's memory.She waited to recover herself."But,on the night before his death,"she resumed,"when be was half waking,half dreaming,I heard him talking to himself of something that he was anxious to do,if the chance of recovery had been still left to him.Since that time I have looked at his private diary;and I have found entries in it which explain to me what I failed to understand clearly at his bedside.I know for certain that the obstinate hostility of his colleagues had determined him on trying the effect of patience and kindness in the treatment of mad people,at his sole risk and expense.There is now in Bethlehem Hospital a wretched man--a friendless outcast,found in the streets--whom my noble husband had chosen as the first subject of his humane experiment,and whose release from a life of torment he had the hope of effecting through the influence of a person in authority in the Royal Household.You know already that the memory of my husband's plans and wishes is a sacred memory to me.I am resolved to see that poor chained creature whom he would have rescued if he had lived;and I will certainly complete his work of mercy,if my conscience tells me that a woman should do it."Hearing this bold announcement--I am almost ashamed to confess it,in these enlightened days--we all three protested.Modest Mr.Hartrey was almost as loud and as eloquent as the lawyer,and I was not far behind Mr.Hartrey.It is perhaps to be pleaded as an excuse for us that some of the highest authorities,in the early part of the present century,would have been just as prejudiced and just as ignorant as we were.Say what we might,however,our remonstrances produced no effect on my aunt.We merely roused the resolute side of her character to assert itself.
"I won't detain you any longer,"she said to the lawyer."Take the rest of the day to decide what you will do.If you decline to accompany me,Ishall go by myself.If you accept my proposal,send me a line this evening to say so."In that way the conference came to an end.
Early in the evening young Mr.Keller made his appearance,and was introduced to my aunt and to me.We both took a liking to him from the first.He was a handsome young man,with light hair and florid complexion,and with a frank ingratiating manner--a little sad and subdued,in consequence,no doubt,of his enforced separation from his beloved young lady at Wurzburg.My aunt,with her customary kindness and consideration,offered him a room next to mine,in place of his room in Mr.Hartrey's house."My nephew David speaks German;and he will help to make your life among us pleasant to you."With those words our good mistress left us together.
Fritz opened the conversation with the easy self-confidence of a German student.
"It is one bond of union between us that you speak my language,"he began."I am good at reading and writing English,but I speak badly.Have we any other sympathies in common?Is it possible that you smoke?"Poor Mr.Wagner had taught me to smoke.I answered by offering my new acquaintance a cigar.
"Another bond between us,"cried Fritz."We must be friends from this moment.Give me your hand."We shook hands.He lit his cigar,looked at me very attentively,looked away again,and puffed out his first mouthful of smoke with a heavy sigh.
"I wonder whether we are united by a third bond?"he said thoughtfully.
"Are you a stiff Englishman?Tell me,friend David,may I speak to you with the ******* of a supremely wretched man?""As freely as you like,"I answered.He still hesitated.
"I want to be encouraged,"he said."Be familiar with me.Call me Fritz."I called him "Fritz."He drew his chair close to mine,and laid his hand affectionately on my shoulder.I began to think I had perhaps encouraged him a little too readily.
"Are you in love,David?"He put the question just as coolly as if he had asked me what o'clock it was.
I was young enough to blush.Fritz accepted the blush as a sufficient answer."Every moment I pass in your society,"he cried with enthusiasm,"I like you better--find you more eminently sympathetic.You are in love.
One word more--are there any obstacles in your way?"There _were_obstacles in my way.She was too old for me,and too poor for me--and it all came to nothing in due course of time.I admitted the obstacles;abstaining,with an Englishman's shyness,from entering into details.My reply was enough,and more than enough,for Fritz."Good Heavens!"he exclaimed;"our destinies exactly resemble each other!We are both supremely wretched men.David,I can restrain myself no longer;I must positively embrace you!"
I resisted to the best of my ability--but he was the stronger man of the two.His long arms almost strangled me;his bristly mustache scratched my cheek.In my first involuntary impulse of disgust,I clenched my fist.
Young Mr.Keller never suspected (my English brethren alone will understand)how very near my fist and his head were to becoming personally and violently acquainted.Different nations--different customs.I can smile as I write about it now.
