Stop! No further! He is in a state of excitement where a single word
might do permanent harm. But do not leave us this way, Professor; give
me just a few moments.
OLDENDORF.
I must, in my present condition of mind, ask your indulgence. I have
long dreaded just such a scene, and yet I hardly feel able to control
myself.
ADELAIDE.
You know our friend; you know that his quick temper drives him into
acts for which later he would gladly atone.
OLDENDORF.
This was more than a fit of temper. It means a breach between us
two--a breach that seems to me beyond healing.
ADELAIDE.
Beyond healing, Professor! If your sentiments toward Ida are what I
think they are, healing is not so difficult. Would it not be fitting
for you even now--especially now--to accede to the father's wishes.
Does not the woman you love deserve that, for once at least, you
sacrifice your ambition!
OLDENDORF.
My ambition, yes; my duty, no.
ADELAIDE.
Your own happiness, Professor, seems to me to be ruined for a long
time, possibly forever, if you part from Ida in this way.
OLDENDORF (_gloomily_).
Not every one can be happy in his private life.
ADELAIDE.
This resignation does not please me at all, least of all in a man.
Pardon me for saying so, plainly. (_Ingratiatingly_.) Is the
misfortune so great if you become member for this town a few years
later, or even not at all?
OLDENDORF.
Miss Runeck, I am not conceited. I do not rate my abilities very high,
and, as far as I know myself, there is no ambitious impulse lurking at
the bottom of my heart.
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