human
What a shame! she said, entering the room after a short absence,
gpt
Frau Räthin Wolf has sent to say that her Adolph cannot come to-night; he is in bed with a fever. As soon as the note came, I ran across myself to Doctor Fels; but there is no doing anything with that man upon the subject of his children’s education. He repeated his former refusal, and so ungraciously, that I am quite outraged. He says that he considers any part in such entertainments with grown-up people entirely unfit for half-grown boys like his Moritz, who get their heads filled with a sense of their own importance, their minds distracted from their lessons,—and Heaven knows what besides. He told me, most insolently, that he thinks I should have done better this evening to have provided my suffering husband—suffering, indeed, he is as lively as a fish in the sea, except for a touch of rheumatism—with a supper that he liked, than to have worried him with such buffoonery, which will only deprive him of his usual comfort and night’s rest, and do no living creature any earthly good.
human
How coarse! how rude! He is always pretending to be a connoisseur of art, and doesn’t understand it one whit better than my little finger,
gpt
Let my experience console you, dear Adele, said Ceres.
human
Were it not that my husband cannot dispense with his services as a physician, Fels should never darken my doors again. When I had that children’s fancy-ball last winter, which was acknowledged to be a great success, he refused my invitation to his children; and what do you think he said to me, when I begged him to allow his little girls to come,—’Does it really give you pleasure to see such monkey-tricks?’ I never will forgive him!