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The rapid survey satisfied her that everything was in the best of order in the luxuriously equipped workroom of her husband. Not a particle of dust rested upon the costly bronzes, standing about on desk and mantel, on tables and stands, with designed carelessness. Not too obtrusively, and yet effectively, they revealed the Geheimrat as a patron of the arts, able to surround himself with the choicest works of the most distinguished artists.
Glorious old Flemish tapestries hung above the sofa, forming the background for book-cases filled with the cla.s.sics of all literatures, and for various _objets d'art_, which a discerning taste had collected.
Mrs. Benas's glance rested with particular tenderness upon a few antique pieces of silver, which seemed a curious anachronism in a room furnished in its up-to-date style. They were heirlooms from her parents' home in Rogasen, where her father, Samuel Friedheim--Reb Salme Friedheim as he was called--had been held in high regard. There was the _Kiddush_ cup, the _Besomim_ box, the _Menorah_, and the large silver _Seder_ platter, used by her father; and there were the silver candelabra, the lights of which her mother had "blessed". Her father had been a thrifty dealer in wools, not too greatly blessed with worldly goods; a great Talmudic scholar he had been, however, worthy to marry the great-granddaughter of the celebrated Rabbi Akiba Friedlander, under whom he had studied.
Mrs. Benas's demeanor unconsciously reflected the dignity of such ancestry. She took it as a matter of course that her lot in life should have been cast in the high financial circles, the sphere which gives importance and position to the modern Jew. The son-in-law of Reb Salme Friedheim could not be other than a Geheimrat, unless, continuing the traditions, he had been a student of the Talmud. But, after all, nowadays a Geheimrat is to be preferred to a Jewish scholar or to a modern rabbi; and with pride becoming to her and no offense to her husband she gloried in the aristocracy of her family, without overlooking the advantages her husband's wealth had brought.
The home of her husband had also been in the province of Posen; and it was the respect in which her father had been held throughout the province that had attracted his father, Isidor Benas of Lissa, to the match. Although the dowry was smaller than Benas senior thought he was ent.i.tled to demand for his son, the rank of her family weighed so heavily in the balance that Joshua was allowed to court f.a.n.n.y and win her as his life companion.
His father died shortly after the marriage. Joshua moved the banking and grain business, in which he had been a partner, to Berlin. Here the business prospered to such an extent that the firm of Joshua Benas was soon reckoned among the most influential of the rapidly developing capital. Indeed, it headed all financial and industrial undertakings.
Joshua Benas, prominent in the establishment of a large bank, member of the boards of the princ.i.p.al industrial corporations, was appointed Kommerzienrat at the end of the "seventies", and a few years later, in recognition of special services to the Government in the supply of arms, he was made Geheimrat. At the time there were rumors of a high order, which were never made true; and Mrs. Benas gave up the hope she had probably cherished in secret, for the growth of anti-Semitism set a short limit to the honors conferred on Jews, and rendered the dignity of a Geheimer Kommerzienrat the highest to which they dared aspire.
"Credit to whom credit is due," a distinguished professor had equivocally remarked in her drawing-room some years before, in reference to the appointment of a banker distinguished for nothing but his wealth as Geheimer Kommerzienrat. The words ever echoed in her ears. Since then the lesson to remain modestly in the background and be content with the achievements of better times had been well learned. In the meantime, Benas's income had continued to increase; his home grew in splendor and artistic attractiveness, and while his wife watched over the comfort of her establishment and the carefully planned education of the children, she kept pride of ancestry alive in the secret recesses of her soul. The more she felt herself cut off from intercourse with those of her own station in life--the social circle of the elect--the more she cherished the consciousness of her n.o.ble descent. The feeling that had been sacred merely as a tradition in the years of social advance, developed in the present days of social isolation--half voluntary and half enforced--into something more intimate and personal. She spoke but seldom of this; all the deeper and keener was the hurt to her pride.
To-day, however, these questions had presented themselves with more insistence than usually. She had received a letter that had led her to seek her husband at this unwonted hour.
As she entered the room a nervous tension was apparent in her features, and, turning to him hastily, after the servant left, she said: "I must speak with you, Joshua, about a matter of great importance."
"Goodness! What's the matter, f.a.n.n.y? At such an unusual time, and so excited. I hope nothing has occurred. Is it a letter from your sister or...."
During this rapid-fire interrogation she had approached the desk and sunk into an arm-chair.
"Please, Benas, not so many questions at once. I came here to tell you all about it, and I myself hardly know whether this letter is pleasant or unpleasant. It's not from my sister, in fact, from somebody very different."
"Well, from whom? You make me curious. How should I guess from whom?"
"I shall tell you immediately, but please sit down quietly next to me; for we must decide upon the answer."
He glanced at the clock: "I ordered Elkish to come at half-past five."
"Elkish can wait."
"Indeed not! I must consult him about to-morrow's committee meeting of the Magdeburg Machine Construction Company."
"Now, Benas," she interrupted, "there are weightier matters than the Magdeburg Machine Construction...."
"You say that so lightly, f.a.n.n.y.... I cannot understand how a woman as clever as you are can say such things. The 'Magdeburgs' not important! a small matter! When the balance-sheet is published to-morrow, and the dividends declared, they will rise in value at least fifteen points; and _that_, you say, is of no importance! I must still give my orders about buying and selling; for at the close of the exchange, they will naturally fall, but the day after, then--I tell you, f.a.n.n.y, it will be a big thing!"
"That's all very good and nice. Money, sadly enough, is the only power we have nowadays; but sometimes other things affect the course of events, as, for instance, this letter."
"Well, what of it? Elkish may come at any moment."
She opened the letter while he turned on the electric light of his reading lamp, whose green silk shade spread a soft, subdued light over the room.
"Regierungsrat Dr. Victor Weilen begs permission to pay his respects this evening at nine o'clock. He apologizes for setting so late an hour, but explains that his duties keep him occupied until late in the day; and inasmuch as the matter which he wishes to discuss is a family affair, he hopes we shall receive him."
"A family affair? He! What does he want of the family? and so unexpectedly! That's really curious. A family affair!"
"He begs, as the time is so short, that an answer be sent to him by telephone, to the Foreign Office, where he will wait until eight o'clock."
"Gracious, how swell! The Foreign Office! And thus do we attain to the honor of telephoning to the Foreign Office," he added satirically.
"What shall the answer be, Joshua? that we are at home?"
"Surely, if you wish to receive him. I cannot understand your excitement, dearest. You have received a Regierungsrat in your drawing-rooms before this, even an Oberregierungsrat. There was a time when Mr. Breitbach found our Moet rather fair...."
"There _was_ a time, Benas!"
He frowned. "Well, that's something that cannot be altered, dear child."
At this moment his confidential clerk, Elkish, was announced.
"Even though the 'Magdeburgs' rise ever so high," she answered ironically.
"But that need not hinder you from receiving the Regierungsrat. We're still good for something, I suppose. What think you, Elkish?" he called to him as he entered.
"I do not know to what you refer."
"Well, what else can I refer to but our balance-sheet?"
"As regards that, the firm of Joshua Benas has no need to hide its head," the old clerk responded proudly.
"Well, do you see, dear child?" he said to his wife. "Do as you think best, I rely upon your judgment. You always do the right thing."
She rose. "I will not interrupt you any longer."
"I should like to finish this matter before dinner. There is not much time left."
"Then I shall have Francis telephone that we are at home, and we expect him." She waited at the door.
"Yes, that's all right," he answered, already absorbed in the papers his clerk had spread before him.
"Good-by, Benas! Good-by, Mr. Elkish."
"Good-by, my child," he called to her as she was leaving.
"This only awaits your signature, Mr. Benas. Here. A dividend of fourteen per cent and a half."
"Really, Elkish? I'm delighted!"
"Yes, and here, 240,000 mark in the sinking fund, then 516,000 mark for surplus."
"Excellent! Splendid!" He put on his eyegla.s.ses and signed the various papers placed before him.
"And who do you think will be elected to the board this year?"
"I thought Glucksmann and Ettinger."
"The time for the Breitbachs and Knesebecks is past.... Well, as far as I am concerned, both of them may count upon my vote."