The day before yesterday, the physician came from the town to pay a
visit to the judge. He found me on the floor playing with Charlotte’s
children. Some of them were scrambling over me, and others romped with
me; and, as I caught and tickled them, they made a great noise. The
doctor is a formal sort of personage: he adjusts the plaits of his
ruffles, and continually settles his frill whilst he is talking to you;
and he thought my conduct beneath the dignity of a sensible man. I could
perceive this by his countenance. But I did not suffer myself to be
disturbed. I allowed him to continue his wise conversation, whilst I
rebuilt the children’s card houses for them as fast as they threw them
down. He went about the town afterward, complaining that the judge’s
children were spoiled enough before, but that now Werther was completely
ruining them.
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