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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