The House of Heine Brothers, in Munich
by Anthony Trollope
The house of Heine Brothers, in Munich, was of good repute at the
time of which I am about to tell,a time not long ago; and is so
still, I trust. It was of good repute in its own way, seeing that
no man doubted the word or solvency of Heine Brothers; but they did
not possess, as bankers, what would in England be considered a large
or profitable business. The operations of English bankers are
bewildering in their magnitude. Legions of clerks are employed.
The senior book-keepers, though only salaried servants, are
themselves great men; while the real partners are inscrutable,
mysterious, opulent beyond measure, and altogether unknown to their
customers. Take any firm at random,Brown, Jones, and Cox, let us
say,the probability is that Jones has been dead these fifty years,
that Brown is a Cabinet Minister, and that Cox is master of a pack
of hounds in Leicestershire. But it was by no means so with the
house of Heine Brothers, of Munich. There they were, the two
elderly men, daily to be seen at their dingy office in the Schrannen
Platz; and if any business was to be transacted requiring the
interchange of more than a word or two, it was the younger brother
with whom the customer was, as a matter of course, brought into
contact. There were three clerks in the establishment; an old man,
namely, who sat with the elder brother and had no personal dealings
with the public; a young Englishman, of whom we shall anon hear
more; and a boy who ran messages, put the wood on to the stoves, and
swept out the bank. Truly he house of Heine Brothers was of no
great importance; but nevertheless it was of good repute.
The office, I have said, was in the Schrannen Platz, or old Market-
place. Munich, as every one knows, is chiefly to be noted as a new
town,so new that many of the streets and most of the palaces look
as though they had been sent home last night from the builders, and
had only just been taken out of their bandboxes It is angular,
methodical, unfinished, and palatial. But there is an old town;
and, though the old town be not of surpassing interest, it is as
dingy, crooked, intricate, and dark as other old towns in Germany.
Here, in the old Market-place, up one long broad staircase, were
situated the two rooms in which was held the bank of Heine Brothers.
Of the elder member of the firm we shall have something to say
before this story be completed. He was an old bachelor, and was
possessed of a bachelor's dwelling somewhere out in the suburbs of
the city. The junior brother was a married man, with a wife some
twenty years younger than himself, with two daughters, the elder of
whom was now one-and-twenty, and one son. His name was Ernest
Heine, whereas the senior brother was known as Uncle Hatto. Ernest
Heine and his wife inhabited a portion of one of those new palatial
residences at the further end of the Ludwigs Strasse; but not
because they thus lived must it be considered that they were
palatial people. By no means let it be so thought, as such an idea
would altogether militate against whatever truth of character
painting there may be in this tale. They were not palatial people,
but the very reverse, living in homely guise, pursuing homely
duties, and satisfied with homely pleasures. Up two pairs of
stairs, however, in that street of palaces, they lived, having there
a commodious suite of large rooms, furnished, after the manner of
the Germans, somewhat gaudily as regarded their best salon, and with
somewhat meagre comfort as regarded their other rooms. But, whether
in respect of that which was meagre, or whether in respect of that
which was gaudy, they were as well off as their neighbours; and
this, as I take it, is the point of excellence which is desirable.
Ernest Heine was at this time over sixty; his wife was past forty;
and his eldest daughter, as I have said, was twenty-one years of
age. His second child, also a girl, was six years younger; and
their third child, a boy, had not been born till another similar
interval had elapsed. He was named Hatto after his uncle, and the
two girls had been christened Isa and Agnes. Such, in number and
mode of life, was the family of the Heines.
We English folk are apt to imagine that we are nearer akin to
Germans than to our other continental neighbours. This may be so in
blood, but, nevertheless, the difference in manners is so striking,
that it could hardly be enhanced. An Englishman moving himself off
to a city in the middle of Central America will find the customs to
which he must adapt himself less strange to him there, than he would
in many a German town. But in no degree of life is the difference
more remarkable than among unmarried but marriageable young women.
It is not my purpose at the present moment to attribute a
superiority in this matter to either nationality. Each has its own
charm, its own excellence, its own Heaven-given grace, whereby men
are led up to purer thoughts and sweet desires; and each may
possibly have its own defect. I will not here describe the
excellence or defect of either; but will, if it be in my power, say
a word as to this difference. The German girl of one-and-twenty,
our Isa's age,is more sedate, more womanly, more meditative than
her English sister. The world's work is more in her thoughts, and
the world's amusements less so. She probably knows less of those
things which women learn than the English girl, but that which she
does know is nearer to her hand for use. She is not so much
accustomed to society, but nevertheless she is more mistress of her
own manner. She is not taught to think so much of those things
which flurry and disturb the mind, and therefore she is seldom
flurried and disturbed. To both of them, love,the idea of love,
must be the thought of all the most absorbing; for is it not fated
for them that the joys and sorrows of their future life must depend
upon it? But the idea of the German girl is the more realistic, and
the less romantic. Poetry and fiction she may have read, though of
the latter sparingly; but they will not have imbued her with that
hope for some transcendental paradise of affection which so often
fills and exalts the hearts of our daughters here at home. She is
moderate in her aspirations, requiring less excitement than an
English girl; and never forgetting the solid necessities of life,
as they are so often forgotten here in England. In associating with
young men, an English girl will always remember that in each one she
so meets she may find an admirer whom she may possibly love, or an
admirer whom she may probably be called on to repel. She is ever
conscious of the fact of this position; and a romance is thus
engendered which, if it may at times be dangerous, is at any rate
always charming. But the German girl, in her simplicity, has no
such consciousness. As you and I, my reader, might probably become
dear friends were we to meet and know each other, so may the German
girl learn to love the fair-haired youth with whom chance has for a
time associated her; but to her mind there occurs no suggestive
reason why it should be so,no probability that the youth may
regard her in such light, because that chance has come to pass. She
can therefore give him her hand without trepidation, and talk with
him for half an hour, when called on to do so, as calmly as she
might do with his sister.
Such a one was Isa Heine at the time of which I am writing. We
English, in our passion for daily excitement, might call her
phlegmatic, but we should call her so unjustly. Life to her was a
serious matter, of which the daily duties and daily wants were
sufficient to occupy her thoughts. She was her mother's companion,
the instructress of both her brother and her sister, and the charm
of her father's vacant hours. With such calls upon her time, and so
many realities around her, her imagination did not teach her to look
for joys beyond those of her present life and home. When love and
marriage should come to her, as come they probably might, she would
endeavour to attune herself to a new happiness and a new sphere of
duties. In the meantime she was contented to keep her mother's
accounts, and look after her brother and sister up two pair of
stairs in the Ludwigs Strasse. But change would certainly come, we
may prophesy; for Isa Heine was a beautiful girl, tall and graceful,
comely to the eye, and fit in every way to be loved and cherished as
the partner of a man's home.
I have said that an English clerk made a part of that small
establishment in the dingy banking-office in the Schrannen Platz,
and I must say a word or two of Herbert Onslow. In his early career
he had not been fortunate. His father, with means sufficiently
moderate, and with a family more than sufficiently large, had sent
him to a public school at which he had been very idle, and then to
one of the universities, at which he had run into debt, and had
therefore left without a degree. When this occurred, a family
council of war had been held among the Onslows, and it was decided
that Herbert should be sent off to the banking-house of Heines, at
Munich, there being a cousinship between the families, and some
existing connections of business.
It was, therefore, so settled; and Herbert, willing enough to see
the world,as he considered he should do by going to Munich,
started for his German home, with injunctions, very tender from his
mother, and very solemn from his aggrieved father. But there was
nothing bad at the heart about young Onslow, and if the solemn
father had well considered it, he might perhaps have felt that those
debts at Cambridge reflected more fault on him than on his son.
When Herbert arrived at Munich, his cousins, the Heines,far-away
cousins though they were,behaved kindly to him. They established
him at first in lodgings, where he was boarded with many others,
having heard somewhat of his early youth. But when Madame Heine, at
the end of twelve months, perceived that he was punctual at the
bank, and that his allowances, which, though moderate in England,
were handsome in Munich, carried him on without debt, she opened her
motherly arms and suggested to his mother and to himself, that he
should live with them. In this way he also was domiciled up two
pairs of stairs in the palatial residence in the Ludwigs Strasse.
But all this happened long ago. Isa Heine had been only seventeen
when her cousin had first come to Munich, and had made acquaintance
with him rather as a child than as a woman. And when, as she
ripened into womanhood, this young man came more closely among them,
it did not strike her that the change would affect her more
powerfully than it would the others. Her uncle and father, she
knew, had approved of Herbert at the bank; and Herbert had shown
that he could be steady; therefore he was to be taken into their
family, paying his annual subsidy, instead of being left with
strangers at the boarding-house. All this was very simple to her.
She assisted in mending his linen, as she did her father's; she
visited his room daily, as she visited all the others; she took
notice of his likings and dislikings as touching their table
arrangement,but by no means such notice as she did of her
father's; and without any flutter, inwardly in her imagination or
outwardly as regarded the world, she made him one of the family. So
things went on for a year,nay, so things went on for two years
with her, after Herbert Onslow had come to the Ludwigs Strasse.
But the matter had been regarded in a very different light by
Herbert himself. When the proposition had been made to him, his
first idea had been that so close a connection with, a girl so very
pretty would be delightful. He had blushed as he had given in his
adhesion; but Madame Heine, when she saw the blush, had attributed
it to anything but the true cause. When Isa had asked him as to his
wants and wishes, he had blushed again, but she had been as ignorant
as her mother. The father had merely stipulated that, as the young
Englishman paid for his board, he should have the full value of his
money, so that Isa and Agnes gave up their pretty front room, going
into one that was inferior, and Hatto was put to sleep in the little
closet that had been papa's own peculiar property. But nobody
complained of this, for it was understood that the money was of
For the first year Herbert found that nothing especial happened. He
always fancied that he was in love with Isa, and wrote some poetry
about her. But the poetry was in English, and Isa could not read
it, even had he dared to show it to her. During the second year he
went home to England for three months, and by confessing a passion
to one of his sisters, really brought himself to feel one. He
returned to Munich resolved to tell Isa that the possibility of his
remaining there depended upon her acceptance of his heart; but for
months he did not find himself able to put his resolution in force.
She was so sedate, so womanly, so attentive as regarded cousinly
friendship, and so cold as regarded everything else, that he did not
know how to speak to her. With an English girl whom he had met
three times at a ball, he might have been much more able to make
progress. He was alone with Isa frequently, for neither father,
mother, nor Isa herself objected to such communion; but yet things
so went between them that he could not take her by the hand and tell
her that he loved her. And thus the third year of his life in
Munich, and the second of his residence in the Ludwigs Strasse, went
by him. So the years went by, and Isa was now past twenty. To
Herbert, in his reveries, it seemed as though life, and the joys of
life, were slipping away from him. But no such feeling disturbed
any of the Heines. Life of course, was slipping away; but then is
it not the destiny of man that life should slip away? Their wants
were all satisfied, and for them, that, together with their close
family affection, was happiness enough.
At last, however, Herbert so spoke, or so looked, that both Isa and
her mother that his heart was touched. He still declared to himself
that he had made no sign, and that he was an oaf, an ass, a coward,
in that he had not done so. But he had made some sign, and the sign
had been read. There was no secret,no necessity for a secret on
the subject between the mother and daughter, but yet it was not
spoken of all at once. There was some little increase of caution
between them as Herbert's name was mentioned, so that gradually each
knew what the other thought; but for weeks, that was all. Then at
last the mother spoke out.
"Isa," she said, "I think that Herbert Onslow is becoming attached
"He has never said so, mamma."
"No; I am sure he has not. Had he done so, you would have told me.
Nevertheless, is it not true?"
"Well, mamma, I cannot say. It may be so. Such an idea has
occurred to me, but I have abandoned it as needless. If he has
anything to say he will say it."
"And if he were to speak, how should you answer him?"
"I should take time to think. I do not at all know what means he
has for a separate establishment." Then the subject was dropped
between them for that time, and Isa, in her communications with her
cousin, was somewhat more reserved than she had been.
"Isa, are you in love with Herbert?" Agnes asked her, as they were
together in their room one night.
"In love with him? No; why should I be in love with him?"
"I think he is in love with you," said Agnes.
"That is quite another thing," said Isa, laughing. "But if so, he
has not taken me into his confidence. Perhaps he has you."
"Oh no. He would not do that, I think. Not but what we are great
friends, and I love him dearly. Would it not be nice for you and
him to be betrothed?"
"That depends on many things, my dear."
"Oh yes, I know. Perhaps he has not got money enough. But you
could live here, you know, and he has got some money, because he so
often rides on horseback." And then the matter was dropped between
the two sisters.
Herbert had given English lessons to the two girls, but the lessons
had been found tedious, and had dwindled away. Isa, nevertheless,
had kept up her exercises, duly translating German into English, and
English into German; and occasionally she had shown them to her
cousin. Now, however, she altogether gave over such showing of
them, but, nevertheless, worked at the task with more energy than
"Isa," he said to her one day,having with some difficulty found
her alone in the parlour, "Isa, why should not we go on with our
"Because it is troublesome,to you I mean."
"Troublesome. Well; yes; it is troublesome. Nothing good is to be
had without trouble. But I should like it if you would not mind."
"You know how sick you were of it before;besides, I shall never be
able to speak it."
"I shall not get sick of it now, Isa."
"Oh yes you would;in two days."
"And I want you to speak it. I desire it especially."
"Why especially?" asked Isa. And even she, with all her
tranquillity of demeanour, could hardly preserve her even tone and
quiet look, as she asked the necessary question.
"I will tell you why," said Herbert; and as he spoke, he got up from
his seat, and took a step or two over towards her, where she was
sitting near the window. Isa, as she saw him, still continued her
work, and strove hard to give to the stitches all that attention
which they required. "I will tell you why I would wish you to talk
my language. Because I love you, Isa, and would have you for my
wife,if that be possible."
She still continued her work, and the stitches, if not quite as
perfect as usual, sufficed for their purpose.
"That is why I wish it. Now will you consent to learn from me
"If I did, Herbert, that consent would include another."
"Yes; certainly it would. That is what I intend. And now will you
learn from me again?"
"That is,you mean to ask, will I marry you?"
"Will you love me? Can you learn to love me? Oh, Isa, I have
thought of this so long! But you have seemed so cold that I have
not dared to speak. Isa, can you love me?" And he sat himself
close beside her. Now that the ice was broken, he was quite
prepared to become an ardent lover,if she would allow of such
ardour. But as he sat down she rose.
"I cannot answer such a question on the sudden," she said. "Give me
till to-morrow, Herbert, and then I will make you a reply;"
whereupon she left him, and he stood alone in the room, having done
the deed on which he had been meditating for the last two years.
About half an hour afterwards he met her on the stairs as he was
going to his chamber. "May I speak to your father about this," he
said, hardly stopping her as he asked the question. "Oh yes;
surely," she answered; and then again they parted. To him this
last-accorded permission sounded as though it carried with it more
weight than it in truth possessed. In his own country a reference
to the lady's father is taken as indicating a full consent on the
lady's part, should the stern paterfamilias raise no objection. But
Isa had no such meaning. She had told him that she could not give
her answer till the morrow. If, however, he chose to consult her
father on the subject, she had no objection. It would probably be
necessary that she should discuss the whole matter in family
conclave, before she could bring herself to give any reply.
On that night, before he went to bed, he did speak to her father;
and Isa also, before she went to rest, spoke to her mother. It was
singular to him that there should appear to be so little privacy on
the subject; that there should be held to be so little necessity for
a secret. Had he made a suggestion that an extra room should be
allotted to him at so much per annum, the proposition could not have
been discussed with simpler ease. At last, after a three days'
debate, the matter ended thus,with by no means a sufficiency of
romance for his taste. Isa had agreed to become his betrothed if
certain pecuniary conditions should or could be fulfilled. It
appeared now that Herbert's father had promised that some small
modicum of capital should be forthcoming after a term of years, and
that Heine Brothers had agreed that the Englishman should have a
proportionate share in the bank when that promise should be brought
to bear. Let it not be supposed that Herbert would thus become a
millionaire. If all went well, the best would be that some three
hundred a year would accrue to him from the bank, instead of the
quarter of that income which he at present received. But three
hundred a year goes a long way at Munich, and Isa's parents were
willing that she should be Herbert's wife if such an income should
But even of this there was much doubt. Application to Herbert's
father could not be judiciously made for some months. The earliest
period at which, in accordance with old Hatto Heine's agreement,
young Onslow might be admitted to the bank, was still distant by
four years; and the present moment was thought to be inopportune for
applying to him for any act of grace. Let them wait, said papa and
mamma Heine,at any rate till New Year's Day, then ten months
distant. Isa quietly said that she would wait till New Year's Day.
Herbert fretted, fumed, and declared that he was ill-treated. But
in the end he also agreed to wait. What else could he do?
"But we shall see each other daily, and be close to each other," he
said to Isa, looking tenderly into her eyes. "Yes," she replied,
"we shall see each other dailyof course. But, Herbert"
Herbert looked up at her and paused for her to go on.
"I have promised mamma that there shall be no change between us,in
our manner to each other, I mean. We are not betrothed as yet, you
know, and perhaps we may never be so."
"It may not be possible, you know. And therefore we will go on as
before. Of course we shall see each other, and of course we shall
Herbert Onslow again fretted and again fumed, but he did not have
his way. He had looked forward to the ecstasies of a lover's life,
but very few of those ecstasies were awarded to him. He rarely
found himself alone with Isa, and when he did do so, her coldness
overawed him. He could dare to scold her and sometimes did do so,
but he could not dare to take the slightest liberty. Once, on that
night when the qualified consent of papa and mamma Heine had first
been given, he had been allowed to touch her lips with his own; but
since that day there had been for him no such delight as that. She
would not even allow her hand to remain in his. When they all
passed their evenings together in the beer-garden, she would
studiously manage that his chair should not be close to her own.
Occasionally she would walk with him, but not more frequently now
than of yore. Very few, indeed, of a lover's privileges did he
enjoy. And in this way the long year wore itself out, and Isa Heine
All those family details which had made it inexpedient to apply
either to old Hatto or to Herbert's father before the end of the
year need not be specially explained. Old Hatto, who had by far the
greater share in the business, was a tyrant somewhat feared both by
his brother and sister-in-law; and the elder Onslow, as was known to
them all, was a man straitened in circumstances. But soon after New
Year's Day the proposition was made in the Schrannen Platz, and the
letter was written. On this occasion Madame Heine went down to the
bank, and together with her husband, was closeted for an hour with
old Hatto. Uncle Hatto's verdict was not favourable. As to the
young people's marriage, that was his brother's affair, not his.
But as to the partnership, that was a serious matter. Who ever
heard of a partnership being given away merely because a man wanted
to marry? He would keep to his promise, and if the stipulated
moneys were forthcoming, Herbert Onslow should become a partner,in
four years. Nor was the reply from England more favourable. The
alliance was regarded by all the Onslows very favourably. Nothing
could be nicer than such a marriage! They already knew dear Isa so
well by description! But as for the money,that could not in any
way be forthcoming till the end of the stipulated period.
"And what shall we do?" said Herbert to Papa Heine.
"You must wait," said he.
"For four years?" asked Herbert.
"You must wait,as I did," said Papa Heine. "I was forty before I
could marry." Papa Heine, however, should not have forgotten to say
that his bride was only twenty, and that if he had waited, she had
"Isa," Herbert said to her, when all this had been fully explained
to her, "what do you say now?"
"Of course it is all over," said she, very calmly.
"Oh, Isa, is that your love?"
"No, Herbert, that is not my love; that is my discretion;" and she
even laughed with her mild low laughter, as she answered him. "You
know you are too impatient to wait four years, and what else
therefore can I say?"
"I wonder whether you love me?" said Herbert, with a grand look of
"Well; in your sense of the word I do not think I do. I do not love
you so that I need make every one around us unhappy because
circumstances forbid me to marry you. That sort of love would be
"Ah no, you do not know what love means!"
"Not your boisterous, heartbreaking English love, Herbert. And,
Herbert, sometimes I think you had better go home and look for a
bride there. Though you fancy that you love me, in your heart you
hardly approve of me."
"Fancy that I love you! Do you think, Isa, that a man can carry his
heart round to one customer after another as the huckster carries
"Yes; I think he can. I know that men do. What did your hero
Waverley do with his heart in that grand English novel which you
gave me to read? I am not Flora Mac Ivor, but you may find a Rose
"And you really wish me to do so?"
"Look here, Herbert. It is bad to boast, but I will make this
boast. I am so little selfish, that I desire above all that you
should do that which may make you most happy and contented. I will
be quite frank with you. I love you well enough to wait these four
years with the hope of becoming your wife when they are over. But
you will think but little of my love when I tell you that this
waiting would not make me unhappy. I should go on as I do now, and
"Oh heavens!" sighed Herbert.
"But as I know that this would not suit you,as I feel sure that
such delay would gall you every day, as I doubt whether it would not
make you sick of me long before the four years be over,my advice
is, that we should let this matter drop."
He now walked up to her and took her hand, and as he did so there
was something in his gait and look and tone of voice that stirred
her heart more sharply than it had yet been stirred. "And even that
would not make you unhappy," he said.
She paused before she replied, leaving her hand in his, for he was
contented to hold it without peculiar pressure. "I will not say
so," she replied. "But, Herbert, I think that you press me too
hard. Is it not enough that I leave you to be the arbiter of my
"I would learn the very truth of your heart," he replied.
"I cannot tell you that truth more plainly. Methinks I have told it
too plainly already. If you wish it, I will hold myself as engaged
to you,to be married to you when those four years are past. But,
remember, I do not advise it. If you wish it, you shall have back
your troth. And that I think will be the wiser course."
But neither alternative contented Herbert Onslow, and at the time he
did not resolve on either. He had some little present income from
home, some fifty pounds a year or so, and he would be satisfied to
marry on that and on his salary as a clerk; but to this papa and
mamma Heine would not consent;neither would Isa.
"You are not a saving, close man," she said to him when he boasted
of his economies. "No Englishmen are. You could not live
comfortably in two small rooms, and with bad dinners."
"I do not care a straw about my dinners."
"Not now that you are a lover, but you would do when you were a
husband. And you change your linen almost every day."
"Yes; bah, if you please. But I know what these things cost. You
had better go to England and fetch a rich wife. Then you will
become a partner at once, and Uncle Hatto won't snub you. And you
will be a grand man, and have a horse to ride on." Whereupon
Herbert went away in disgust. Nothing in all this made him so
unhappy as the feeling that Isa, under all their joint privations,
would not be unhappy herself. As far as he could see, all this made
no difference in Isa.
But, in truth, he had not yet read Isa's character very thoroughly.
She had spoken truly in saying that she knew nothing of that
boisterous love which was now tormenting him and making him gloomy;
but nevertheless she loved him. She, in her short life, had learnt
many lessons of self-denial; and now with reference to this half-
promised husband she would again have practised such a lesson. Had
he agreed at once to go from her, she would have balanced her own
account within her own breast, and have kept to herself all her
sufferings. There would have been no outward show of baffled love,-
-none even in the colour of her cheeks; for such was the nature of
her temperament. But she did suffer for him. Day by day she began
to think that his love, though boisterous as she had at first called
it, was more deep-seated than she had believed. He made no
slightest sign that he would accept any of those proffers which she
had made him of release. Though he said so loudly that this waiting
for four years was an impossibility, he spoke of no course that
would be more possible,except that evidently impossible course of
an early marriage. And thus, while he with redoubled vehemence
charged her with coolness and want of love, her love waxed warmer
and warmer, and his happiness became the chief object of her
thoughts. What could she do that he might no longer suffer?
And then he took a step which was very strange to them all. He
banished himself altogether from the house, going away again into
lodgings. "No," he said, on the morning of his departure, "I do not
release you. I will never release you. You are mine, and I have a
right so to call you. If you choose to release yourself, I cannot
help it; but in doing so you will be forsworn."
"Nay, but, Herbert, I have sworn to nothing," said she, meaning that
she had not been formally betrothed to him.
"You can do as you please; it is a matter of conscience; but I tell
you what are my feelings. Here I cannot stay, for I should go mad;
but I shall see you occasionally;perhaps on Sundays."
"Well, what would you have? If you really cared to see me it would
not be thus. All I ask of you now is this, that if you decide,
absolutely decide on throwing me over, you will tell me at once.
Then I shall leave Munich."
"Herbert, I will never throw you over." So they parted, and Onslow
went forth to his new lodgings.
Her promise that she would never throw him over was the warmest word
of love that she had ever spoken, but even that was said in her own
quiet, unimpassioned way. There was in it but very little show of
love, though there might be an assurance of constancy. But her
constancy he did not, in truth, much doubt. Four years,fourteen,-
-or twenty-four, would be the same to her, he said, as he seated
himself in the dull, cold room which he had chosen. While living in
the Ludwigs Strasse he did not know how much had been daily done for
his comfort by that hand which he had been so seldom allowed to
press; but he knew that he was now cold and comfortless, and he
wished himself back in the Ludwigs Strasse.
"Mamma," said Isa, when they were alone. "Is not Uncle Hatto rather
hard on us? Papa said that he would ask this as a favour from his
"So he did, my dear; and offered to give up more of his own time.
But your Uncle Hatto is hard."
"He is rich, is he not?"
"Well; your father says not. Your father says that he spends all
his income. Though he is hard and obstinate, he is not selfish. He
is very good to the poor, but I believe he thinks that early
marriages are very foolish."
"Mamma," said Isa again, when they had sat for some minutes in
silence over their work.
"Well, my love?"
"Have you spoken to Uncle Hatto about this?"
"No, dear; not since that day when your papa and I first went to
him. To tell the truth, I am almost afraid to speak to him; but, if
you wish it, I will do so."
"I do wish it, mamma. But you must not think that I am discontented
or impatient. I do not know that I have any right to ask my uncle
for his money;for it comes to that."
"I suppose it does, my dear."
"And as for myself, I am happy here with you and papa. I do not
think so much of these four years."
"You would still be young, Isa;quite young enough."
"And what if I were not young? What does it matter? But, mamma,
there has been that between Herbert and me which makes me feel
myself bound to think of him. As you and papa have sanctioned it,
you are bound to think of him also. I know that he is unhappy,
living there all alone."
"But why did he go, dear?"
"I think he was right to go. I could understand his doing that. He
is not like us, and would have been fretful here, wanting that which
I could not give him. He became worse from day to day, and was
silent and morose. I am glad he went. But, mamma, for his sake I
wish that this could be shortened."
Madame Heine told her daughter that she would, if Isa wished it,
herself go to the Schrannen Platz, and see what could be done by
talking to Uncle Hatto. "But," she added, "I fear that no good will
come of it."
"Can harm come, mamma?"
"No, I do not think harm can come."
"I'll tell you what, mamma, I will go to Uncle Hatto myself, if you
will let me. He is cross I know; but I shall not be afraid of him.
I feel that I ought to do something." And so the matter was
settled, Madame Heine being by no means averse to escape a further
personal visit to the Head of the banking establishment.
Madame Heine well understood what her daughter meant, when she said
she ought to do something, though Isa feared that she had
imperfectly expressed her meaning. When he, Herbert, was willing to
do so much to prove his love,when he was ready to sacrifice all
the little comforts of comparative wealth to which he had been
accustomed, in order that she might be his companion and wife,did
it not behove her to give some proof of her love also? She could
not be demonstrative as he was. Such exhibition of feeling would be
quite contrary to her ideas of female delicacy, and to her very
nature. But if called on to work for him, that she could do as long
as strength remained to her. But there was no sacrifice which would
be of service, nor any work which would avail. Therefore she was
driven to think what she might do on his behalf, and at last she
resolved to make her personal appeal to Uncle Hatto.
"Shall I tell papa?" Isa asked of her mother.
"I will do so," said Madame Heine. And then the younger member of
the firm was informed as to the step which was to be taken; and he,
though he said nothing to forbid the attempt, held out no hope that
it would be successful.
Uncle Hatto was a little snuffy man, now full seventy years of age,
who passed seven hours of every week-day of his life in the dark
back chamber behind the banking-room of the firm, and he had so
passed every week-day of his life for more years than any of the
family could now remember. He had made the house what it was, and
had taken his brother into partnership when that brother married.
All the family were somewhat afraid of him, including even his
partner. He rarely came to the apartments in the Ludwigs Strasse,
as he himself lived in one of the older and shabbier suburbs on the
other side of the town. Thither he always walked, starting
punctually from the bank at four o'clock, and from thence he always
walked in the morning, reaching the bank punctually at nine. His
two nieces knew him well; for on certain stated days they were wont
to attend on him at his lodgings, where they would be regaled with
cakes, and afterwards go with him to some old-fashioned beer-garden
in his neighbourhood. But these festivities were of a sombre kind;
and if, on any occasion, circumstances prevented the fulfilment of
the ceremony, neither of the girls would be loud in their
In London, a visit paid by a niece to her uncle would, in all
probability, be made at the uncle's private residence; but at Munich
private and public matters were not so effectually divided. Isa
therefore, having put on her hat and shawl, walked off by herself to
the Schrannen Platz.
"Is Uncle Hatto inside?" she asked; and the answer was given to her
by her own lover. Yes, he was within; but the old clerk was with
him. Isa, however, signified her wish to see her uncle alone, and
in a few minutes the ancient grey-haired servant of the house came
out into the larger room.
"You can go in now, Miss Isa," he said. And Isa found herself in
the presence of her uncle before she had been two minutes under the
roof. In the mean time Ernest Heine, her father, had said not a
word, and Herbert knew that something very special must be about to
"Well, my bonny bird," said Uncle Hatto, "and what do you want at
the bank?" Cheery words, such as these, were by no means uncommon
with Uncle Hatto; but Isa knew very well that no presage could be
drawn from them of any special good nature or temporary weakness on
"Uncle Hatto," she began, rushing at once into the middle of her
affair, "you know, I believe, that I am engaged to marry Herbert
"I know no such thing," said he. "I thought I understood your
father specially to say that there had been no betrothal."
"No, Uncle Hatto, there has been no betrothal; that certainly is
true; but, nevertheless, we are engaged to each other."
"Well," said Uncle Hatto, very sourly; and now there was no longer
any cheery tone, or any calling of pretty names.
"Perhaps you may think all this very foolish," said Isa, who, spite
of her resolves to do so, was hardly able to look up gallantly into
her uncle's face as she thus talked of her own love affairs.
"Yes, I do," said Uncle Hatto. "I do think it foolish for young
people to hold themselves betrothed before they have got anything to
live on, and so I have told your father. He answered me by saying
that you were not betrothed."
"Nor are we. Papa is quite right in that."
"Then, my dear, I would advise you to tell the young man that, as
neither of you have means of your own, the thing must be at an end.
It is the only step for you to take. If you agreed to wait, one of
you might die, or his money might never be forth coming, or you
might see somebody else that you liked better."
"I don't think I shall do that."
"You can't tell. And if you don't, the chances are ten to one that
This little blow, which was intended to be severe, did not hit Isa
at all hard. That plan of a Rose Bradwardine she herself had
proposed in good faith, thinking that she could endure such a
termination to the affair without flinching. She was probably wrong
in this estimate of her power; but, nevertheless, her present object
was his release from unhappiness and doubt, not her own.
"It might be so," she said.
"Take my word for it, it would. Look all around. There was
Adelaide Schropner,but that was before your time, and you would
not remember." Considering that Adelaide Schropner had been for
many years a grandmother, it was probable that Isa would not
"But, Uncle Hatto, you have not heard me. I want to say something
to you, if it will not take too much of your time." In answer to
which, Uncle Hatto muttered something which was unheeded, to signify
that Isa might speak.
"I also think that a long engagement is a foolish thing, and so does
"But he wants to marry at once."
"Yes, he wants to marryperhaps not at once, but soon."
"And I suppose you have come to say that you want the same thing."
Isa blushed ever so faintly as she commenced her answer. "Yes,
uncle, I do wish the same thing. What he wishes, I wish."
"Very likely,very likely."
"Don't be scornful to me, uncle. When two people love each other,
it is natural that each should wish that which the other earnestly
"Oh, very natural, my dear, that you should wish to get married!"
"Uncle Hatto, I did not think that you would be unkind to me, though
I knew that you would be stern."
"Well, go on. What have you to say? I am not stern; but I have no
doubt you will think me unkind. People are always unkind who do not
do what they are asked."
"Papa says that Herbert Onslow is some day to become a partner in
"That depends on certain circumstances. Neither I nor your papa can
say whether he will or no."
But Isa went on as though she had not heard the last reply. "I have
come to ask you to admit him as a partner at once."
"Ah, I supposed so;just as you might ask me to give you a new
"But, uncle, I never did ask you to give me a new ribbon. I never
asked you to give me anything for myself; nor do I ask this for
"Do you think that if I could do it,which of course I can't,I
would not sooner do it for you, who are my own flesh and blood, than
for him, who is a stranger?"
"Nay; he is no stranger. He has sat at your desk and obeyed your
orders for nearly four years. Papa says that he has done well in
"Humph! If every clerk that does well,pretty well, that is,
wanted a partnership, where should we be, my dear? No, my dear, go
home and tell him when you see him in the evening that all this must
be at an end. Men's places in the world are not given away so
easily as that. They must either be earned or purchased. Herbert
Onslow has as yet done neither, and therefore he is not entitled to
take a wife. I should have been glad to have had a wife at his
age,at least I suppose I should, but at any rate I could not
But Isa had by no means as yet done. So far the interview had
progressed exactly as she had anticipated. She had never supposed
it possible that her uncle would grant her so important a request as
soon as she opened her mouth to ask it. She had not for a moment
expected that things would go so easily with her. Indeed she had
never expected that any success would attend her efforts; but, if
any success were possible, the work which must achieve that success
must now commence. It was necessary that she should first state her
request plainly before she began to urge it with such eloquence as
she had at her command.
"I can understand what you say, Uncle Hatto."
"I am glad of that, at any rate."
"And I know that I have no right to ask you for anything."
"I do not say that. Anything in reason, that a girl like you should
ask of her old uncle, I would give you."
"I have no such reasonable request to make, uncle. I have never
wanted new ribbons from you or gay toys. Even from my own mother I
have not wanted them;not wanted them faster than they seemed to
come without any asking."
"No, no; you have been a good girl."
"I have been a happy girl; and quite happy with those I loved, and
with what Providence had given me. I had nothing to ask for. But
now I am no longer happy, nor can I be unless you do for me this
which I ask of you. I have wanted nothing till now, and now in my
need I come to you."
"And now you want a husband with a fortune!"
"No!" and that single word she spoke, not loudly, for her voice was
low and soft, but with an accent which carried it sharply to his ear
and to his brain. And then she rose from her seat as she went on.
"Your scorn, uncle, is unjust,unjust and untrue. I have ever
acted maidenly, as has become my mother's daughter."
"Yes, yes, yes;I believe that."
"And I can say more than that for myself. My thoughts have been the
same, nor have my wishes even, ever gone beyond them. And when this
young man came to me, telling me of his feelings, I gave him no
answer till I had consulted my mother."
"She should have bade you not to think of him."
"Ah, you are not a mother, and cannot know. Why should I not think
of him when he was good and kind, honest and hardworking? And then
he had thought of me first. Why should I not think of him? Did not
mamma listen to my father when he came to her?"
"But your father was forty years old, and had a business."
"You gave it him, Uncle Hatto. I have heard him say."
"And therefore I am to do as much for you. And then next year Agnes
will come to me; and so before I die I shall see you all in want,
with large families. No, Isa; I will not scorn you, but this thing
I cannot do."
"But I have not told you all yet. You say that I want a husband."
"Well, well; I did not mean to say it harshly."
"I do wantto be married." And here her courage failed her a
little, and for a moment her eye fell to the ground. "It is true,
uncle. He has asked me whether I could love him, and I have told
him I could. He has asked me whether I would be his wife, and I
have given him a promise. After that, must not his happiness be my
happiness, and his misery my misery? Am I not his wife already
"No, no," said Uncle Hatto, loudly.
"Ah, but I am. None feel the strength of the bonds but those who
are themselves bound. I know my duty to my father and mother, and
with God's help I will do it, but I am not the less bound to him.
Without their approval I will not stand with him at the altar; but
not the less is my lot joined to his for this world. Nothing could
release me from that but his wish."
"And he will wish it in a month or two."
"Excuse me, Uncle Hatto, but in that I can only judge for myself as
best I may. He has loved me now for two years"
"And whether it be wise or foolish, I have sanctioned it. I cannot
now go back with honour, even if my own heart would let me. His
welfare must be my welfare, and his sorrow my sorrow. Therefore I
am bound to do for him anything that a girl may do for the man she
loves; and, as I knew of no other resource, I come to you to help
"And he, sitting out there, knows what you are saying."
"Most certainly not. He knows no more than that he has seen me
enter this room."
"I am glad of that, because I would not wish that he should be
disappointed. In this matter, my dear, I cannot do anything for
"And that is your last answer, uncle?"
"Yes, indeed. When you come to think over this some twenty years
hence, you will know then that I am right, and that your request was
"It may be so," she replied, "but I do not think it."
"It will be so. Such favours as you now ask are not granted in this
world for light reasons."
"Light reasons! Well, uncle, I have had my say, and will not take
up your time longer."
"Good-bye, my dear. I am sorry that I cannot oblige you;that it
is quite out of my power to oblige you."
Then she went, giving him her hand as she parted from him; and he,
as she left the room looked anxiously at her, watching her
countenance and her gait, and listening to the very fall of her
footstep. "Ah," he said to himself; when he was alone, "the young
people have the best of it. The sun shines for them; but why should
they have all? Poor as he is, he is a happy dog,a happy dog. But
she is twice too good for him. Why did she not take to one of her
Isa, as she passed through the bank, smiled sweetly on her father,
and then smiled sweetly at her lover, nodding to him with a pleasant
kindly nod. If he could have heard all that had passed at that
interview, how much more he would have known of her than he now
knew, and how proud he would have been of her love. No word was
spoken as she went out, and then she walked home with even step, as
she had walked thither. It can hardly be said that she was
disappointed, as she had expected nothing. But people hope who do
not expect, and though her step was even and her face calm, yet her
heart was sad.
"Mamma," she said, "there is no hope from Uncle Hatto."
"So I feared, my dear."
"But I thought it right to tryfor Herbert's sake."
"I hope it will not do him an injury in the bank."
"Oh, mamma, do not put that into my head. If that were added to it
all, I should indeed be wretched."
"No; he is too just for that. Poor young man! Sometimes I almost
think it would be better that he should go back to England."
"Mamma, if he did, I shouldbreak my heart."
"Well, mamma! But do not suppose that I mean to complain, whatever
"But I had been so sure that you had constrained your feelings!"
"So I had,till I knew myself. Mamma, I could wait for years, if
he were contented to wait by my side. If I could see him happy, I
could watch him and love him, and be happy also. I do not want to
have him kneeling to me, and making sweet speeches; but it has gone
too far now,and I could not bear to lose him." And thus to her
mother she confessed the truth.
There was nothing more said between Isa and her mother on the
subject, and for two days the matter remained as it then stood.
Madame Heine had been deeply grieved at hearing those last words
which her daughter had spoken. To her also that state of quiescence
which Isa had so long affected seemed to be the proper state at
which a maiden's heart should stand till after her marriage vows had
been pronounced. She had watched her Isa, and had approved of
everything,of everything till this last avowal had been made. But
now, though she could not approve, she expressed no disapproval in
words. She pressed her daughter's hand and sighed, and then the two
said no more upon the matter. In this way, for two days, there was
silence in the apartments in the Ludwigs Strasse; for even when the
father returned from his work, the whole circle felt that their old
family mirth was for the present necessarily laid aside.
On the morning of the third day, about noon, Madame Heine returned
home from the market with Isa, and as they reached the landing,
Agnes met them with a packet. "Fritz brought it from the bank,"
said Agnes. Now Fritz was the boy who ran messages and swept out
the office, and Madame Heine put out her hand for the parcel,
thinking, not unnaturally, that it was for her. But Agnes would not
give it to her mother, "It is for you, Isa," she said. Then Isa,
looking at the address, recognised the handwriting of her uncle.
"Mamma," she said, "I will come to you directly;" and then she
passed quickly away into her own room.
The parcel was soon opened, and contained a note from her uncle, and
a stiff, large document, looking as though it had come from the
hands of a lawyer. Isa glanced at the document, and read some few
of the words on the outer fold, but they did not carry home to her
mind any clear perception of their meaning. She was flurried at the
moment, and the words, perhaps, were not very plain. Then she took
up her note, and that was plain enough. It was very short, and ran
"My dear Niece,
You told me on Monday that I was stern, and harsh, and unjust.
Perhaps I was. If so, I hope the enclosed will make amends, and
that you will not think me such an old fool as I think myself.
"Your affectionate uncle,
"I have told nobody yet, and the enclosed will require my brother's
signature; but I suppose he will not object."
* * *
"But he does not know it, mamma," said Isa. "Who is to tell him?
Oh, mamma, you must tell him."
"Nay, my dear; but it must be your own present to him."
"I could not give it him. It is Uncle Hatto's present Mamma, when I
left him I thought that his eye was kind to me."
"His heart, at any rate, has been very kind." And then again they
looked over the document, and talked of the wedding which must now
be near at hand. But still they had not as yet decided how Herbert
should be informed.
At last Isa resolved that she herself would write to him. She did
write, and this was her letter:-
"Mamma and I wish to see you, and beg that you will come up to us
this evening. We have tidings for you which I hope you will receive
with joy. I may as well tell you at once, as I do not wish to
flurry you. Uncle Hatto has sent to us a document which admits you
as a partner into the bank. If; therefore, you wish to go on with
our engagement, I suppose there is nothing now to cause any very
The letter was very simple, and Isa, when she had written it,
subsided into all her customary quiescence. Indeed, when Herbert
came to the Ludwigs Strasse, not in the evening as he was bidden to
do, but instantly, leaving his own dinner uneaten, and coming upon
the Heines in the midst of their dinner, she was more than usually
tranquil. But his love was, as she had told him, boisterous. He
could not contain himself, and embraced them all, and then scolded
Isa because she was so calm.
"Why should I not be calm," said she, "now that I know you are
The house in the Schrannen Platz still goes by the name of Heine
Brothers, but the mercantile world in Bavaria, and in some cities
out of Bavaria, is well aware that the real pith and marrow of the
business is derived from the energy of the young English partner.