The cement stone! She did not trust him, she would not give him
both herself and her fortune, so there was no cement, nor were any
trees felled.
"Well, he scored after all. Yes, and mother too; but God help ME!"
Then he reckoned up what the timber and the fortune together would
have been worth, and what further sum could have been raised on
the property, the value of the cement-bed being taken into
consideration. He understood his father better than his mother.
What a fortune, what power, what magnificence, what a life!
At the parsonage he carried every one with him.
The Dean, because he saw at once what this was worth. "You are a
rich man now," he said. The Dean's wife, because she felt
attracted by his ability and enthusiasm. Helene? Helene was silent
and frightened. He turned towards her and asked if she would come
with him in the boat to see it. She really must see how extensive
the bed was.
"Yes, dear, go with him," said her father.
Rafael wished to sit behind her in the boat and hastened towards
the bow; but, without a word, she passed him, sat down, and took
her oars; so, after all, he had to sit in front of her.
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