CHAPTER XIV.
Accordingly, in walking back, he began to think with greater earnestness than
ever on his present situation: he had reached home with the firm purpose of
altering it, when the landlord disclosed to him, by way of secret, that
Mademoiselle Philina had made a conquest of the count’s Stallmeister, who,
after executing his commission at his master’s estate, had returned in the greatest
haste, and was even now partaking of a good supper with her up in her chamber.
At this very moment Melina came in with a notary: they went into Wilhelm’s
chamber together, where the latter, though with some hesitation, made his
promise good; gave a draft of three hundred crowns to Melina, who, handing it
to the lawyer, received in return a note acknowledging the sale of the whole
theatrical apparatus, and engaging to deliver it next morning.
Scarcely had they parted, when Wilhelm heard a cry of horror rising from
some quarter of the house. He caught the sound of a young voice, uttering
menacing and furious tones, which were ever and anon choked by immoderate
weeping and howling. He observed this frantic noise move hastily from above,
go past his door, and down to the lower part of the house.
Curiosity enticing our friend to follow it, he found Friedrich in a species of
delirium. The boy was weeping, grinding his teeth, stamping with his feet,
threatening with clenched fists: he appeared beside himself from fury and
vexation. Mignon was standing opposite him, looking on with astonishment. The
landlord, in some degree, explained this phenomenon.
The boy, he said, being well received at his return by Philina, seemed quite
merry and contented: he had kept singing and jumping about, till the time when
Philina grew acquainted with the Stallmeister. Then, however, this half-grown
younker had begun to show his indignation, to slam the doors, and run up and
down in the highest dudgeon. Philina had ordered him to wait at table that
evening, upon which he had grown still sulkier and more indignant; till at last,
carrying up a plate with a ragout, instead of setting it upon the table, he had
thrown the whole between Mademoiselle and her guest, who were sitting
moderately close together at the time: and the Stallmeister, after two or three
hearty cuffs, had then kicked him out of the room. He, the landlord, had himself
helped to clean both of them; and certainly their clothes had suffered much.
On hearing of the good effect of his revenge, the boy began to laugh aloud,
whilst the tears were still running down his cheeks. He heartily rejoiced for a
time, till the disgrace which he had suffered from the stronger party once more
came into his head, and he began afresh to howl and threaten.
Wilhelm stood meditating, and ashamed at this spectacle. It reflected back to
him his own feelings, in coarser and exaggerated features: he, too, was inflamed
with a fierce jealousy; and, had not decency restrained him, he would willingly
have satisfied his wild humor; with malicious spleen would have abused the
object of his passion, and called out his rival; he could have crushed in pieces all
the people round him; they seemed as if standing there but to vex him.
Laertes also had come in, and heard the story: he roguishly spurred on the
irritated boy, who was now asserting with oaths that he would make the
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