The Professor and His Family

Onthe24thofMay,1863,myuncle,ProfessorLiedenbrock,rushedintohislittlehouse,No.19Königstrasse,oneoftheoldeststreetsintheoldestportionofthecityofHamburg.

Marthamusthaveconcludedthatshewasverymuchbehindhand,forthedinnerhadonlyjustbeenputintotheoven.

“Well,now,”saidItomyself,“ifthatmostimpatientofmenishungry,whatadisturbancehewillmake!”

“M.Liedenbrocksosoon!”criedpoorMarthaingreatalarm,halfopeningthedining-roomdoor.

“Yes,Martha;butverylikelythedinnerisnothalfcooked,foritisnottwoyet.SaintMichael’sclockhasonlyjuststruckhalf-pastone.”

“Thenwhyhasthemastercomehomesosoon?”

“Perhapshewilltellusthathimself.”

“Hereheis,MonsieurAxel;Iwillrunandhidemyselfwhileyouarguewithhim.”

AndMartharetreatedinsafetyintoherowndominions.

Iwasleftalone.ButhowwasitpossibleforamanofmyundecidedturnofmindtoarguesuccessfullywithsoirascibleapersonastheProfessor?WiththispersuasionIwashurryingawaytomyownlittleretreatupstairs,whenthestreetdoorcreakeduponitshinges;heavyfeetmadethewholeflightofstairstoshake;andthemasterofthehouse,passingrapidlythroughthedining-room,threwhimselfinhasteintohisownsanctum.

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