So he
wrote to his daughter. He forgave her for leaving him for my
sake, and asked her to come to Hohenstein, to visit him, and to
bring me along. She fulfilled his wish, and I accompanied her.
But I did not come to see him, but rather went to Ernstthal to my
parents. He sent for me; but I answered, I knew very well what I
had predicted to him. If he wanted to have me at his place, he
would have to come in person, to invite me. And he came!
Again, I felt as if I had been the winner. How foolish was I! It
was not me who had won here, but only the calculated thought that
I was likely to obtain a fortune, and for me, there even was the
danger that it was not just the grandfather who was thus
calculating. Aside from this, he asked her to stay with him in
Hohenstein, until we would get married. I had no objections and
gave up my lodgings in Dresden, to live with my parents in
Ernstthal. This was a time of rather strange internal and
external developments for me. I wrote and travelled. Returning
from one of these travels, I was told, as soon as I had stepped
off the train, that the night before the "old Pollmer" had died;
he had suffered a stroke.
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