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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Children of the World, by Paul Heyse
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+<br>
+<br>
+<p class="hang1">Transcriber's Note:<br>
+1. Page scan source:
+http://www.archive.org/details/childrenworld00heysgoog</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<p class="center">
+<img border="0" src="images/paulheyse.png" alt="Portrait of Paul Heyse"></p>
+<p class="center">Portrait of Paul Heyse.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+
+<h1>THE CHILDREN OF</h1>
+
+<h1>THE WORLD</h1>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h3>BY</h3>
+
+<h2>PAUL HEYSE</h2>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h3>&quot;The children of this world are in their generation wiser than the<br>
+children of light.&quot;</h3>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h3>NEW YORK</h3>
+<h2>WORTHINGTON CO., 747 BROADWAY</h2>
+<h3>1890</h3>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h4>Copyright, 1889, By</h4>
+<h3>WORTHINGTON CO.</h3>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h3><span class="sc">Barr-Dinwiddie<br>
+Printing and Book-Binding Co.,<br>
+Jersey City, N. J</span>.</h3>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h1>THE CHILDREN OF THE WORLD.</h1>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>BOOK I.</h2>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER I.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">A few years ago, in the Dorotheen-strasse, in the midst of the
+Latin
+Quarter of Berlin, whose quiet, student-like appearance threatens to
+become effaced by the growing elegance of the capital, a small, narrow,
+unpretending two-story house, stood humbly, as if intimidated, between
+its broad-shouldered neighbors, though every year it received a washing
+of a delicate pink hue, and recently had even had a new lightning-rod
+affixed to its ancient gable roof. The owner, an honest master
+shoemaker, had in the course of time accumulated money enough to have
+comfortably established himself in a new and far more elegant dwelling,
+but he had experienced beneath this sharply sloping roof, all the
+blessings of his life and though a man by no means given to sentimental
+weaknesses, he would have thought it base ingratitude to turn his back,
+without good reason, upon the old witnesses and protectors of his
+happiness. He had, at one time or another, laid his head in almost
+every corner, from the little attic chamber, where, as a poor dunce of
+an apprentice, he had, many a night, been unable to close his eyes on
+account of the pattering raindrops, to the best room on the first
+story, where stood his nuptial couch, when, after a long and faithful
+apprenticeship, he brought home, as head journeyman, the daughter of
+his dead master. But he was far too economical to permit himself to
+occupy these aristocratic quarters longer than six months, preferring
+to live in the second story, unassuming as it was--the little house
+having a front of but three windows--and there, two children had grown
+up about him. These first-floor apartments were rented to a childless
+old couple, to whom the owner would not have given notice to quit on
+any account; for in the white-haired old man he honored a once famous
+tenor, whom in his youth, he had heard and admired; while the little
+withered old woman, his wife, had, in her time, been a no less
+celebrated actress. They had already been pensioned twelve years, and,
+without song or noise of any kind, spent their quiet days in their tiny
+rooms, adorned with faded laurel-wreaths and pictures of their famous
+colleagues. These celebrities, according to the ideas of the
+proprietor, gave to his little house a certain artistic reputation, and
+if there were customers in the shop at noon when the old couple
+returned from their walk, he never failed to direct attention to them
+and with boastful assurance to revive the fame of the two forgotten and
+very shrivelled great personages.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">On the ground floor was the shop, over which a black sign bore
+the
+inscription in gilt letters: &quot;Boot &amp; Shoe Making Done by Gottfried
+Feyertag.&quot; The shoemaker had ordered the large brown boot and red
+slipper, which had originally been painted on the right and left side,
+to be effaced, because it annoyed him to see them, when they no longer
+represented the fashion. He kept up with the times in his trade, and
+could not possibly alter his sign at every change of style. The shop,
+he generally left to the management of his wife he himself spending
+most of the day in the workroom, where he kept a sharp eye on his four
+or five journeymen. A narrow entry led past the shop into a small,
+well-kept courtyard, in whose centre stood a tall acacia-tree, three
+quarters of which had died for want of air and sunlight, so that only
+its topmost branches were still adorned with a few pale green,
+consumptive-looking leaves, which every autumn turned yellow some weeks
+before any other foliage. Here, in one corner, beside the pump, an
+arbor had been erected by the head journeyman, for the daughter of the
+house, when a school-girl; it consisted of a few small poles roughly
+nailed together, and now overgrown with bean-vines, which bloomed most
+dutifully every summer, but in the best years never produced more than
+a handful of stunted pods. A little bed along the so-called sunny side
+of the house contained all sorts of plants that seek the shade, and
+thrive luxuriantly around cisterns and cellars; and in midsummer, when
+the sun actually sent a few rays into the courtyard at noonday, the
+little spot really looked quite gay, especially if the fair-haired
+Reginchen, now a young girl of seventeen, were seated there reading--if
+it chanced to be a Sunday--some tale of robbers from a book obtained at
+a circulating library.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A grey, neglected back building, only united to the front
+house by the
+bare adjoining walls, had also two stories, with three windows looking
+out upon this courtyard; and a steep, ruinous staircase, which creaked
+and groaned at every step, led past the ground floor, where the
+workshop and journeymen's sleeping-rooms were situated, to the rooms
+above. On the night when our story begins, this place was suffocatingly
+hot. It was one of those evenings late in summer, when not a breath of
+air was stirring no dew was falling, and when only the dust, which had
+risen during the day, floated down in light invisible clouds,
+oppressing with mountainous weight every breathing creature. A slender
+young man, in a straw hat and grey summer clothes, softly opened the
+door of the house, walked along the narrow entry on tip-toe, and then
+crossed the stones with which the courtyard was paved. He could not
+help seizing the pump-handle and cooling his burning face and hands
+with the water, which to be sure was none of the freshest. But the
+noise did not disturb any one; at least nothing stirred below or above.
+He stood still a few moments and allowed the air to dry the moisture,
+gazing meantime at the windows of the upper story, which reflected the
+bright moonlight. Only one was open, and a large white cat lay on the
+sill, apparently asleep. The windows in the first story were all open,
+and a faint light stole out and illumined part of the trunk of the
+acacia with a pale red glow.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">There was nothing remarkable in all this. Moreover, the
+thoughts of the
+lonely watcher beside the pump seemed to be far away from the narrow,
+oppressive courtyard, in some fairy garden, for, with a happy smile he
+sat down on a little stool in the bean arbor, and pulled to pieces a
+withered leaf, upon which he had first pressed his lips. From the open
+windows of the workshop in front of him he heard the loud snoring of
+one of the journeymen, who had found the room in the rear too close,
+and another seemed to be talking in his sleep. A smell of fresh
+leather, cobbler's thread, and varnish, penetrated to his retreat, and
+these odors, in connection with those coarse natural sounds, would have
+disgusted any one else with this Midsummer Night's Dream. But the youth
+in the straw hat could not seem to make up his mind to exchange the
+hard seat under the scanty foliage for his usual bed. He had removed
+his hat and leaned back against the wall, whose damp surface was
+pleasant to his burning head. He gazed through the roof of poles at the
+small patch of sky visible between the walls, and began to count the
+stars. The topmost branches of the acacia gleamed in the moonlight, as
+if coated with silver, and the opposite wall, as far as it was touched
+by the pale light, glittered as if covered with thin ice or hoarfrost.
+&quot;Ah!&quot; said the lonely man in the arbor, &quot;life is still worth the
+trouble! True, its brightest gift, fair as yonder stars, is as
+unattainable as they--but what does that matter? Does not what we are
+permitted to admire, what we can not forget, belong to us as much,
+nay more, than if we had it in a chest and had lost the key?&quot; The
+striking of a clock in a neighboring steeple roused him from this
+half-conscious, dreamy soliloquy. &quot;One!&quot; he said to himself. &quot;It is
+time to think of going to sleep. If Balder should have kept awake to
+watch for me, though I expressly forbade it--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He rose hastily and entered the house. When he had groped his
+way
+cautiously up the rickety stairs and reached the landing on the first
+story, he perceived to his astonishment that the door which led into
+the rooms stood half open. A small dark ante-chamber led into a larger
+apartment, lighted by a sleepy little lamp. On the sofa behind the
+table lay a female figure, still completely dressed, absorbed in a
+book. The light fell upon a sharply cut, sullen face, past its first
+youth, with very dark hair and heavy brows, to which an expression of
+power and defiance lent a certain charm. The reader's thick locks had
+become unbound, and she wore a plain summer dress of calico, which left
+her shoulders and arms bare. Not the slightest change of countenance
+betrayed that she had heard the sound of the loiterer's footsteps, and
+when he paused a moment in the entry and looked through the door, she
+did not even raise her eyes from her book, or push back the hair which
+had fallen over her forehead.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Are you still up, Fräulein Christiane?&quot; he said at last,
+advancing to
+the threshold of the ante-room.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;As you see, Herr Doctor,&quot; she replied in a deep voice,
+without being
+in the least disturbed. &quot;The heat--and perhaps also this book--will not
+permit me to sleep. I was so absorbed that I did not even hear you come
+in. Besides, it is quite time to go to sleep. Good night.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;May I be permitted to ask, Fräulein, what book it is that
+will not let
+you sleep?&quot; he said, still in the dark entry.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why not?&quot; was the reply, after some little hesitation.
+&quot;Besides, you
+have a special right to do so, for it is your book. The proprietor of
+the house, Meister Feyertag, borrowed it of you several weeks ago, and
+yesterday told me so much about it, that I begged it of him for a day.
+Now I can not leave it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He laughed, and stepped within the room. &quot;So the wicked
+rat-catcher, to
+whose pipe all the men and women now dance, even though they often
+declare his tunes horrible, has seized upon you also. You have
+certainly just read the chapter on women, whose most striking portions
+our worthy host daily quotes to his wife; and though it makes you
+angry, you can not drive it out of your mind. The old sinner knows how
+to begin: he hasn't read Göthe for nothing.</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p class="t4" style="text-indent:-3px">&quot;'Doch wem gar nichts dran gelegen<br>
+Scheinet ob er reizt und rührt,<br>
+Der beleidigt, der verführt!&quot;</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You are mistaken,&quot; she replied, now sitting erect, so that
+her face
+was shaded by the green screen on the lamp. &quot;True, I have read the
+chapter, but it made no <i>special</i> impression upon me, either favorable
+or otherwise It is a caricature, very like, and yet utterly false. He
+seems to have known only the portion of our sex called 'females': 'tell
+me with whom you associate,' etc. Well, we are used to that. But where
+I have become inspired with a great respect for him, is from the
+chapter entitled 'The Sorrows of the World.' I could, at almost every
+sentence, make a note or quote an example from what I have myself
+experienced or witnessed in others. And I also know why,
+notwithstanding this, we like to read it; because he relates it without
+a murmur, so calmly and in such a matter-of-course manner, that we see
+it would be foolish to complain of it, or to hope for anything better
+for our poor miserable selves, than is bestowed upon a whole world. You
+must lend me his other books.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My dear Fräulein,&quot; he replied, &quot;we will discuss the question
+further
+some other time. You must not suppose that I am one of the professors
+of philosophy who wish to silence this singular man. It is a pity that
+he is not still alive to be asked the various and numerous questions,
+from which he carefully retired to his sybarite seclusion in the Swan,
+at Frankfort-on-the-Main. But be that as it may, it is too warm
+to-night to philosophize. Throw Schopenhauer aside, Fräulein, and play
+something for me,--the Moonlight Sonata, or any sweet, pensive harmony.
+I should like to cleanse my ears from the ballet-music to which I have
+been compelled to listen.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You! listen to ballet-music?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes; it sounds ridiculous, but nevertheless it is true. How
+did it
+come about? You know, at least by sight, our tyrant, the so-called
+medical counsellor, my university friend and physician in ordinary. He
+comes up to our hen-roost every day. Well, I have overworked myself a
+little this summer, finishing a prize essay,--a haste that was most
+unnecessary, since with my heresies I am safe from academical honors.
+However, I gained the <i>second</i> premium,--a heavy head, with such
+rebellious nerves that my state almost borders on a disordered brain,
+or one of the mild forms of lunacy. A journey, or a few weeks on the
+Rhigi, would be the best cure. But our physician in ordinary, for
+excellent reasons, prescribed no such luxurious remedy. It would be
+much cheaper, he thought, to let the manufactory of thought rest for a
+while. He proposed to me to play cards, make a collection of beetles,
+train a poodle, or fall in love. Unfortunately I had neither
+inclination nor talent for any of these very simple and undoubtedly
+efficacious remedies. So, early this morning, he brought me a ticket to
+the opera-house: he always has acquaintances before and behind the
+scenes. A new ballet was to be performed, to hear and see which would
+repay even an old habitué, let alone a whimsical fellow like myself,
+who had not entered a theatre for ten years. Well, I could not escape
+the experiment. He who has a doctor for a friend must occasionally
+submit to try new remedies, and a ballet is better than a silver tube
+in one's stomach.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He smiled,--a half-satisfied, half-mysterious smile.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Play me the Moonlight Sonata,&quot; he asked again. &quot;Life is
+beautiful,
+Fräulein Christiane, in spite of all the sorrows of the world. What
+lovely roses you have in that vase! Permit me--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He took a small bouquet, which was standing on the table, and
+pressed
+it against his face. The full-blown flowers suddenly fell apart, and
+the leaves covered the book.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh! dear,&quot; said he, coloring with embarrassment, &quot;I have done
+a fine
+thing now. Will you forgive me, dear Fräulein?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Certainly, Herr Doctor, if you will be reasonable now, and go
+up
+stairs to sleep off your intoxication. For you are in a condition--You
+must know how it happened.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I? I did not know--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Any better than to ask me to play for you at half-past two
+o'clock in
+the morning! We shall wake the people in the house, and others can see
+us,--me from the opposite windows. And besides--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She had risen, and now repressed the rest of the words that
+were on her
+lips. After pacing several times up and down the heated room, which
+contained little furniture except her bed, her piano, and a bookcase,
+she pushed back her hair from her brow and shoulders, and folding her
+bare arms across her chest, stood quietly at the window. A sigh heaved
+the breast which had learned to keep a strict guard over its thoughts
+and feelings. In this attitude she waited, with apparent calmness, for
+him to take his leave.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I must really seem a very singular person,&quot; he said, in a
+frank,
+honest tone. &quot;We have lived in the same house for months, and the only
+use I have made of this vicinity, was by my first and only visit, when
+I begged you not to play during certain hours, which I had selected for
+study. Now I enter your room in the middle of the night, and take the
+liberties of an old acquaintance. Forgive me, on account of my
+disordered brain, dear Fräulein, and--may you have a good night's
+rest.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He bent his head slightly, and left the room.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">As soon as she heard him go up stairs, she hurried into the
+little
+ante-chamber, closed the outer door, bolted it, and then stood still a
+short time, listening, with her trembling body pressed close against
+the door, and her hands clenched on the latch. He walked slowly up a
+few steps, and then paused again, as if he had suddenly become absorbed
+in some dreamy thought. She shuddered, sighed heavily, and tottered
+back into the sitting-room. Her dress seemed too tight for her, for she
+slipped out of it like a butterfly from its chrysalis, and then in the
+airiest night costume, sat down at the open piano. It was an old,
+much-worn instrument, of very poor tone, and as she ran her slender
+fingers lightly over the keys, it sounded in the entry outside like the
+distant music of a harp.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The young man had just reached the topmost stair when he heard
+it.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There! she is playing the sonata, after all,&quot; he said to
+himself. &quot;A
+strange, obstinate person. What can she have suffered from fate?
+To-morrow I will take more notice of her. It's a pity she is so ugly,
+and yet--what does it matter? There is a charm in her finger-tips. What
+wonderful music!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He stood still a moment listening to the familiar tones, which
+seemed
+to express all the familiar thoughts that had been wandering in a
+confused chaos through his mind. Suddenly he heard a voice from within.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Is that you, Edwin?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Of course it is I,&quot; he replied.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The next instant he had opened the door and entered the room
+which was
+brightly lighted by the moonbeams.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER II.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">This room, termed by its occupants' friends &quot;the tun,&quot; was a
+large
+three-windowed apartment, with walls painted light grey, a floor
+scoured snow white, and over the windows instead of curtains, three
+narrow green calico lambrequins of the simplest pattern. A desk stood
+at the right-hand window, a small turning-lathe at the left, and in the
+spaces between the casements two tall bookcases; there were two beds
+placed against the wall, several cane chairs and small chests made of
+white wood, and finally, a low, smoky ceiling, which here and there
+showed large cracks, and threatened to fall. But the room, spite of
+its simplicity, had an aristocratic air from the presence of two
+copperplate engravings of Raphael's paintings, framed in plain
+brown wood, that hung over the beds, and two antique busts on the
+bookcases,--one a head of Aristotle, the other the gloomy-eyed,
+stern-browed Demosthenes. Even the low stove was adorned with a piece
+of sculpture at which no one is ever weary of gazing--the mask of
+Michael Angelo's young prisoner, who, with closed lids, lets his
+beautiful head sink on his shoulder as if weary of torture and longing
+for sleep. Here, however, the moonlight did not reach: it merely fell
+obliquely across the bed placed against the wall.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">On this bed, with his eyes fixed upon the door, lay a young
+man, whose
+pale features, almost feminine in their delicacy, were framed in a
+wreath of thick, fair locks. It was difficult to guess his age from his
+countenance, since the boyish expression of mirth that dwelt about his
+mouth contrasted strangely with the mature beauties of the finely cut
+features. He was wrapped in a light quilt, and a book lay open on the
+chair beside him. When Edwin entered, he slowly rose and held out a
+white delicately formed hand.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well,&quot; said he, &quot;was it very fine? Has it done you good?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Good evening, Balder,&quot; replied Edwin, &quot;or rather, good
+morning! You
+see I do everything thoroughly, even rioting at night. But I see I must
+not leave you alone again, child. I really believe you have been
+reading by moonlight.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A deep flush crimsoned the face of the recumbent youth. &quot;Don't
+be
+angry,&quot; said he in a clear, musical voice. &quot;I could not sleep; and, as
+the lamp had burned out and the room was so bright,--but now tell me
+About it. Has the remedy already produced an effect?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To-morrow you shall hear as much as you wish, but not a
+syllable now,
+to punish you for your carelessness in spoiling your eyes and heating
+your head. Do you know that your forehead is burning again?&quot; And he
+passed his hand tenderly over the soft hair. &quot;I will complain of you to
+the physician in ordinary. And you don't seem to have touched your
+supper; there is the plate with your bread and butter.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I wasn't hungry,&quot; replied the youth, letting his head fall
+gently back
+on the pillow. &quot;Besides, I thought if you came home late, and, after
+the unusual excitement, might perhaps feel inclined to eat something.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin brought the plate to the bed. &quot;If you don't want me to
+be
+seriously angry, you artful fellow,&quot; said he, &quot;you will have the
+goodness to repair the omission at once. But to make it easier for you,
+I'll take half myself. Heavens! what is to be done with such a
+disobedient child? So divide fairly, or I'll complain of you to-morrow
+to Jungfrau Reginchen, who will soon bring you to reason.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Again a vivid blush crimsoned the young man's face, but Edwin
+pretended
+not to notice it. He had sat down on the bed, and was beginning to eat,
+from time to time pushing a piece into his brother's mouth, who
+submitted with a half smile. &quot;The bread is good,&quot; said Edwin; &quot;the
+butter might be better. But that is Reginchen's weak point. Now a drink
+as fresh as our cellar affords.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He poured out a class of water, and swallowed it at a single
+gulp.
+&quot;Balder,&quot; said he, &quot;I am returning to truth and nature, after having
+incurred the danger of being enervated by luxury. Just think, I had
+some ice-cream at the theatre. It could not be helped; others eat it,
+and a philosopher must become familiar with everything. Besides, it
+wasn't worth the five groschen, for I learned nothing new, and only
+regretted that <i>you</i> could not have it. Once, and no more, good night.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">While undressing, he said to himself, &quot;This shameless moon! As
+soon as
+we have any extra money, we must get curtains, so that we can be able
+to close our eyes on such nights. However, the illumination is very
+moderate, compared to that of an opera-house. It took me so by surprise
+as I entered the box, that I would gladly have retreated and seen the
+whole spectacle from the corridor outside. Believe me, child, the
+doorkeepers have the real and best enjoyment. To walk up and down in
+the cooler passages over soft carpets, with the faint buzzing and
+sighing of the orchestra in one's ears, interrupted at times by a
+louder passage with the drums and trumpets, which, smothered by the
+walls, sounds like a melodious thunder-storm, and often, when some
+belated great lady rustles in, to obtain a glimpse through the door of
+the Paradise of painted houris in tights, and the wonderful sunrises
+and sunsets,--it is really an enviable situation, compared with that of
+the poor mortals in the purgatory within, who, in return for their
+money, are cooped up in plush, and must atone for the sins of the
+Messrs. Taglioni, while feeling as if all their fine senses were being
+hammered upon at once. A time will come when people will read of these
+barbarities with a shudder, and envy us because we have nerves to
+endure them.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And yet you remained to the end.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I? Why yes; in the first place I had a very comfortable seat;
+the box
+to which my ticket admitted me is like a little parlor, and happened to
+be almost empty. And then--but I will close the window. The air is
+beginning to grow cool,--don't you feel it? Besides, your friend
+Friezica has crept away.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Balder made no reply; but though his eyes were apparently
+closed,
+steadily watched Edwin, who, in a fit of absence of mind had thrown
+himself upon the bed only half undressed, and turned his face toward
+the wall. A half hour elapsed without any movement from either.
+Suddenly Edwin turned, and his eyes met his brother's quiet, anxious
+gaze.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I see it won't do, child,&quot; said he. &quot;For the first time in
+our lives,
+we are playing a farce with each other; at least I am, in trying to
+keep something from you. It is very foolish. What is the use of a man
+having a brother, especially one to whom he might be called married,
+except to share everything with him, not only the bread and butter, and
+whatever else he eats, but also what is gnawing at <i>him</i>. I will
+confess what has happened, though it is really nothing remarkable; a
+great many people have already experienced it; but when we feel it for
+the first time in our own persons, all our 'philosophy, Horatio,' will
+not permit us to dream what a singularly delightful, uncomfortable,
+troublesome, melancholy,--in a word, insane condition it is.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He had sprung from his bed and was now crouching on the foot
+of
+Balder's, half sitting, half leaning back, so that he was in shadow,
+and looked past his brother at the opposite wall.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Prepare yourself to hear something very unexpected,&quot; he said,
+still in
+a tone which showed that he was making an effort to speak at all. &quot;Or
+do you already know all I wish to tell you, young clairvoyant? So much
+the better. Then my confession will weary you, and at least one of us
+will be able to sleep. In short, my dear fellow, it is very ridiculous
+to say, but I believe it is only too true: I am in the condition which
+our physician in ordinary desired, in order to cast out the devil by
+Beelzebub; that is, I am in love, and as hopelessly, absurdly, and
+senselessly, as any young moth that ever flew into a candle. Pray,
+child,&quot; he continued, starting to his feet again and beginning to pace
+up and down the room, &quot;first hear how it came about, that you may
+realize the full extent of my madness. You know that I am twenty-nine
+years old, and hitherto have been spared this childish disease. It is
+not necessary for everybody to catch the scarlet fever. As for the
+natural and healthy attractions of the 'fair sex,' I was old enough
+when our dear mother died, to feel that a woman like her would hardly
+appear on earth a second time. For the daily necessities of living and
+loving--which every human heart needs to retain its requisite warmth--I
+was abundantly supplied in our brotherly affection, to say nothing of
+the miserable, unamiable, and yet love-needing human race. And then,
+ought a man to have for his profession the science of pure reason, and,
+like any other thoughtless mortal, make a fool of himself over the
+first woman's face he sees, without any cause except that the lightning
+has struck him. Heaven knows why? It seems incredible, but I fear I
+have accomplished the impossible.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He sat down on the bed again, but this time so that his face
+was turned
+toward Balder. &quot;I will allow you to study me thoroughly, without any
+mercy,&quot; he said, smiling. &quot;This is the way a man looks, who suddenly
+becomes the sport of the elements,--whose reflection, wisdom, pride,
+and whatever else the trash may be called, are of no avail. I always
+shuddered when I read the story of the magnetic mountain. When I was a
+boy, I thought, defiantly, if I had only been on the ship, I would have
+set so many sails, sent so many men to work the oars, and steered in
+such a way, that the spell would not have reached me. And so I thought
+this evening, daring the whole of the first hour. But--</p>
+<div class="poem">
+<p class="t4" style="text-indent:-1px">'Tales of magic e'er so strange,<br>
+Woman's wiles to truth can change.'</p>
+</div>
+<p class="continue">The helm is broken, the oars refuse their service, and the very portion
+of my nature that was steel and iron, most resistlessly obeys the
+attraction of the magnet, and really assists in making keel and deck
+spring asunder.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He leaned back again, and passed his hand over his brow. The
+hand
+trembled, and a cold perspiration stood on his forehead.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There is only one thing I don't understand,&quot; said Balder,
+moving aside
+to make room for his brother; &quot;why must all this be hopeless?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Just listen, my boy, and you will understand all, even the
+incomprehensible part, over which I am still puzzling my brains. For I
+am no artist, and can only give you a poor, shadowy outline of a
+certain face. I entered the box, which was perfectly empty, and I hoped
+it would remain so. Clad in my fourteen-thaler summer-suit and without
+gloves, I did not seem to myself exactly fit for society, and the
+person who opened the box looked at me as if he wanted to say, 'You
+ought to be up in the gallery, my friend, instead of in this holy of
+holies, to which I usually admit only people belonging to the great or
+<i>demi monde</i>.' I also did not like to sit down, simple as the matter
+might seem to be, on a chair that was better dressed than I. However,
+the mischief was done; I determined to assume a very elegant
+deportment, such as I had noticed at private colleges in young
+diplomatists, and hitherto had always considered mere buffoonery. So I
+leaned back in my chair like an Englishman, and glanced now at the
+stage, now at the parquet. As I have already said, there was such a
+buzzing and fluttering down below, the poor creatures in white gauze
+glittering with gold and huge wreaths of flowers tossed their arms and
+legs about so wildly, and the violins quavered so madly, that I already
+began to think: 'if this goes on long, <i>you</i> will go too.' Suddenly the
+door of the box was thrown wide open; while I had squeezed through a
+narrow chink, a young lady rustled in, a diminutive servant in livery
+and high shirt-collar, which almost sawed off the youngster's huge red
+ears, removed a blue silk cloak, the doorkeeper casting a contemptuous
+glance at me, rushed forward, drew up a chair, and officiously put a
+play-bill on the balustrade. The lady said a few words to the boy in an
+undertone, then chose the corner seat nearest the stage, raised a tiny
+opera-glass, and, without taking the slightest notice of me, instantly
+became absorbed in her enjoyment of art.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I ought now to describe her to you; but description has its
+difficulties. Do you remember the pastille picture from the Dresden
+gallery, painted by a Frenchman,--I have forgotten his name,--stay, I
+think it was Liotard; we saw a photograph of it in the medical
+counsellor's book of beauty?--<i>la belle Chocoladière</i> was written
+underneath. Well, the profile before me was something like that, and
+yet very very different, far more delicate, pure, and childlike,
+without any of the pretentious, cold-hearted expression of the
+shop-girl, whose numerous admirers and constant practice in breaking
+hearts had gradually transformed her face into a mere alabaster
+mask. But the shape of the nose, the long lashes, the proud little
+mouth,--enough, your imagination will supply the rest.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, the first quarter of an hour passed very tolerably.
+From the
+first moment I saw no one except my neighbor, who showed me only a
+quarter of her face, charming as the tiny sickle of the moon; but to
+make amends for that, I studied her dark brown hair, which without any
+special ornament, was drawn in smooth bands over her white forehead,
+and simply fastened at the back with two coral pins of Italian form. A
+few short curls fell on the white neck, and seemed to me to have a very
+enviable position, though they remained in the shade. As to her dress,
+I am unable to say whether it was in the latest fashion, and according
+to French taste, for I have not the necessary technical knowledge; but
+a certain instinct told me that nothing could be more elegant, more
+aristocratic in its simplicity; there was not the smallest article of
+jewelry about her person, she did not even wear ear-rings; her
+high-necked dress was fastened at the throat with a little velvet bow,
+without a brooch. The hands which held the opera-glass--tiny little
+hands--were cased in light grey gloves, so I could not see whether she
+wore rings.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I had noticed that there was a universal movement when she
+entered the
+box. Hundreds of lorgnettes were instantly directed toward her, and
+even the <i>première danseuse</i>, who was just making her highest leap,
+momentarily lost her exclusive dominion over her admirers. But my
+beauty seemed to be very indifferent to this homage. She did not turn
+her eyes from the stage, at which she gazed with an earnestness, a
+devotion, that was both touching and ludicrous. When the first act was
+over, and a storm of applause burst forth, it was charming to see how
+she hastily laid aside the opera-glass to clap her hands too, more like
+a child when it wants another biscuit and says 'please, please,' than
+an aristocratic patroness of the fine arts, who occasionally
+condescends to join in the applause of the populace.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;She had dropped her handkerchief, a snowy, lace-trimmed bit
+of cobweb,
+which could easily have been put away in a nutshell. I hastily raised
+and handed it to her, muttering a few not particularly brilliant words.
+She looked at me without the slightest change of expression, and
+graciously bowed her thanks like a princess. Not a word was vouchsafed
+me. Then she again raised her lorgnette, and, during the entire
+intermission, apparently devoted herself to an eager study of the
+various toilettes; at least her glass remained a long time turned
+toward the opposite box, which was full of ladies.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I would have given much to have heard her voice, in order to
+discover
+whether she was a foreigner; but no matter how I racked my brain, I
+could think of nothing to say. Besides, she looked as if at the first
+liberty I might take, she would rise with an annihilating glance, and
+leave me alone.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I was just working hard to concoct some polite remark about
+ballets in
+general and this one in particular, when the intermission ended and she
+was again entirely absorbed in the spectacle below.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A thought flashed through my mind, which, as you will
+acknowledge, did
+me great credit, but unfortunately met with no success. I left the box,
+ate the ice-cream already mentioned, and while wiping my beard,
+strolled up and down the corridor several times as if weary of the
+performance, and carelessly asked the doorkeeper if he knew the lady
+who was sitting in the stranger's box. But he replied that this was the
+first time he had ever seen her; the opera-house had been reopened
+to-night with the new ballet. So, with my purpose unaccomplished, I
+retired, and went back to my post.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><img src="images/p26.png" alt="I felt an electric shock to the
+very tips of my toes."></p>
+<p class="center">As she glided past me, I felt an electric shock to the very tips of my toes.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Meantime my seat had been occupied; a very much over-dressed
+foreign
+couple, American or English nabobs blazing with jewels, had planted
+themselves in the best seats beside the beauty. At first I was inclined
+to assert my rights, but I really liked to stand in the dark corner and
+seeing and hearing nothing of the elegant tastelessness around, gaze
+only at the charming shape of the head, the fair neck with its floating
+curls, slender shoulders, and a small portion of the sweet face. I
+heard the gentleman address her in broken French. She replied without
+embarrassment, in the best Parisian accent. Now I knew what I wanted to
+learn. She was a natural enemy, in every sense of the word!</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If I tell you, brother, that during the next two hours I
+stood like a
+statue, thinking of nothing except how one can live to be twenty-nine
+years old, before understanding the meaning of the old legend of the
+serpent in Paradise,--you will fancy me half mad. You wrong me, my dear
+fellow, I was <i>wholly</i> mad--a frightful example of the perishableness
+of all manly virtues. I beg Father Wieland's pardon a hundred times,
+for having reviled him as a pitiful coxcomb, because he allows his
+Greek sages, with all their strength of mind and stoical dignity, to
+come to disgrace for the smile of a Lais or Musarion. Here there was
+not even a smile, no seductive arts were used, and yet a poor private
+tutor of philosophy lays down his arms and surrenders at discretion,
+because a saucy little nose, some black eyelashes, and ditto curls, did
+not take the slightest notice of him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But you ought to go to sleep, child; I'll cut my story short.
+Besides,
+it must be tiresome enough to a third person. Five minutes before the
+curtain fell for the last time she rose; some one had knocked softly at
+the door of the box. As she glided past me, I felt an electric shock to
+the very tips of my toes. This was a great piece of good luck, or I
+should hardly have been able to shake off my stupor quickly enough to
+follow her. Outside stood the gnome with the high shirt-collar and
+tow-colored head, gazing at her respectfully with wide open eyes. The
+little blue cloak was on his arm. She hastily threw on the light wrap,
+almost without his assistance, though he stood on tip-toe, drew the
+hood over her head, and hurried toward the stairs, the lad and my
+insignificant self following her. Every one she passed started and
+looked after her in astonishment.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;At the entrance below stood an elegant carriage. The dwarf
+opened the
+door, made an unsuccessful attempt to lift his mistress in, then swung
+himself up behind, and away dashed the equipage before I had sense
+enough to jump into a droschky and follow it.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;'Perhaps it is better so,' I thought, when I was once more
+left alone.
+Of what use would it be to follow her? And now I endeavored to become a
+philosopher again in the most audacious sense of the word, namely, a
+private tutor of logic and metaphysics, an individual most graciously
+endowed by the government with permission to starve, <i>sub specie
+acterni</i>,--from whom if he becomes infatuated with princesses, the
+<i>veina legendi</i> ought to be withdrawn, since it is a proof that he has
+not understood even the first elements of worldly wisdom.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There! you have now the whole story. I hoped to have been
+able to
+spare you the recital, trusting that the vision would vanish at
+last, if I could cool my excited blood by rambling about a few
+hours in the night air. But unfortunately I did not succeed. The
+Lindens were swarming with lovers, the music still sounded in my ears,
+shooting stars darted across the sky, and, above all, the sentimental
+witching light of the moon, altering the aspect of everything which it
+touched,--yes, my last hope is sleep, which has often heretofore cooled
+the fever of my nerves. Look, the moon is just sinking behind yonder
+roof; our night-lamp has gone out; let us try whether we can at last
+obtain some rest.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He rose slowly from his brother's bed, like a person who finds
+it
+difficult to move his limbs, passed his hand caressingly over the cheek
+of the silent youth, and said: &quot;I can't help it, child; I really ought
+to have kept it to myself, for I know you always take my troubles to
+heart far more than I do. It is this confounded habit of sharing
+everything with you! Well, it is no great misfortune after all. We
+shall be perfectly sensible--entirely cured of our folly--to-morrow,
+and if anything should still be out of order, for what purpose has
+Father Kant written the admirable treatise on 'the power the mind
+possesses to rule the sickly emotions of the heart by the mere exercise
+of will'?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He stooped, pressed his lips lightly upon the pale forehead of
+the
+youth, and then threw himself upon his bed. A few notes of the piano
+still echoed on the air, but these too now died away, and in fifteen
+minutes Balder perceived by Edwin's calm, regular breathing, that he
+had really fallen asleep. He himself still lay with his eyes wide open,
+gazing quietly at the mask of the prisoner on the stove, absorbed in
+thoughts, which, for the present, may remain his secret.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER III.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">We have now to relate the little that is to be told of the two
+brothers' former life.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">About thirty years before, their father, during a holiday
+excursion,
+had made their mother's acquaintance; he was then a young law-student
+from Silesia, and she the beautiful daughter of the owner of a small
+estate in Holstein, who had other views for his favorite child than to
+give her to the first embryo Prussian lawyer, who had enjoyed a few
+days' hospitality at his house. And yet no objections were made. All,
+who knew the young girl, declared that it had always been impossible to
+oppose her quietly expressed wishes; she had possessed so much power
+over all minds, both by her great beauty and the gentle nobleness of
+her nature, which in everything she did and said always seemed to hit
+the right mark, with that almost prophetic insight into the confused
+affairs of the world, which is said to have been peculiar to German
+seeresses. What particular attractions she found in the unassuming
+stranger, that she wanted him and no one else for her husband, was not
+easy to discover. Yet to her last hour she had no occasion to repent,
+that, with firm resolution, beneath which perhaps passionate emotions
+were concealed, she had aided in removing all the obstacles that stood
+in the way of a speedy marriage. As she herself brought little dowry,
+except her wealth of golden hair, which when unbound must have reached
+nearly to her knees, and as the young lawyer had still a long time of
+probation before him ere he could establish a home of his own, they
+would have had little happiness if both or either had considered
+themselves too good for a subordinate position. The post of bookkeeper
+in one of the largest institutions in Berlin had just become vacant.
+When the young jurist applied for it, he was forced to hear from all
+quarters that he was doing far from wisely in resigning his profession
+and giving up all chance of rising to higher offices and dignities,
+merely for the sake of an early and certain maintenance. He declared
+that he knew what he was doing, and, as he had the best testimonials,
+drove his competitors from the field, and, after a betrothal of a few
+months, installed his beautiful young wife in the comfortable lodgings
+assigned to the accountant.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Ambition is only one phase of the universal human longing for
+happiness. He who has his life's happiness embodied in a beloved form
+at his side, can easily forget the formless dreams of his aspiring
+youth, especially if, as was the case here, the joy which appears so
+trifling to the eyes of the proud world nevertheless excites the envy
+of those close at hand, and the narrow limits of the household horizon
+do not bind down the soul. This, however, was chiefly owing to the
+fair-haired wife. She had what is called a tinge of romance, a
+dissatisfaction with the dry, bare reality of things around her, a
+longing to gild the grey light of every-day existence with the
+treasures of her own heart and a lively imagination, and amid the
+oppressive uniformity of her household cares, retained a play of fancy,
+that with all her toil and weariness kept her young and gay. She
+herself said people ought to follow the example of the birds, who,
+while building their nests, did not sweat as if working for daily
+wages, but as they flew to and fro sang, eat a berry, or perhaps soared
+so high into the air, that one might suppose they would never return to
+their lowly bush. As this arose from a necessity of her nature, and she
+never boasted of it, though she never denied it, her poetic taste built
+a brighter world above this dreary, prosaic one, and was a source of
+constant rejuvenation to her more practical husband. He never emerged
+from the state of transfiguration that surrounds the honeymoon, and
+even after he had been married many years, felt when sitting in his
+office over his account-books, as much impatience to rejoin his beloved
+wife, as he had ever experienced as an enthusiastic young lawyer, in
+the earliest days of his love.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In his circumstances there was no outward improvement; his
+sons grew
+up, and no promotion or increase of salary could be thought of. But
+nevertheless their happiness increased, and their stock of youth, love,
+and romance seemed to grow greater as the children grew. The mother,
+who bore the beautiful name of Nanna, would not hear of calling her
+first-born Fritz or Carl, but gave him the name of Edwin. But the boy
+himself made no preparations to accommodate himself to the lyrically
+adorned idyl of his parents. His outward appearance was insignificant
+and remained so; a tall lad with awkward limbs, which were all the more
+unmanageable because their master in the upper story was thinking of
+very different matters than how he ought to move his arms and legs;
+besides, the boy's mind was fixed upon other things than the fairy
+tales his mother told him, or any of the elegancies with which she
+surrounded her child. A thoughtful, analytic mind developed in him at
+an early age; his mother, for the first time in her life was seriously
+angry with her dear husband, declaring that the father's horrible
+calculating of figures had gone to the child's head and entered his
+blood. She tormented herself a long time in trying to efface this
+instinctive taste, but was at last forced to relinquish her efforts
+when the boy went to school and brought home the most brilliant
+testimonials of his progress; yet a secret vexation still gnawed at her
+heart, all the more unbanishable as for nine years he remained the only
+child. At last she gave birth to a second, a boy, who promised to make
+ample amends for the disappointment caused by the apparently sober,
+prosaic nature of her oldest son. This child was in every respect the
+exact image of his mother; beautiful as the day, with rich golden
+curls; he liked nothing better than to be lulled to sleep with fairy
+tales, cultivate flowers, and learn little stories by heart. The mother
+seemed to grow young again in her radiant delight in the possession of
+this innocent creature, to whom the name of Balder, the God of Spring,
+appeared to her exactly suited. Any one who had seen her at that time,
+would scarcely have believed her to be the mother of her older son,
+the long-legged schoolboy with the grave, prematurely old face; so
+young and smiling, so untried by life, did she look, that her fair
+head seemed bathed in perpetual sunlight. But it was only a short
+spring-time of joy. Balder had not yet commenced to distinguish between
+poetry and reality, when his mother was suddenly attacked by a violent
+nervous fever, and after a few days' illness, during which she
+recognized neither husband nor children, she left them forever.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It was a blow which brought her husband to a state of despair
+which
+bordered upon madness. But upon the older boy the event had a strange
+effect. There was, at first, an outburst of wild, passionate grief,
+such as, from his steady, quiet temperament, no one would have
+expected. Now it was evident how passionately he had loved his mother,
+with a fervor for which he had never found words. Up to the time of the
+funeral it was impossible to induce him to eat; he pushed away his
+favorite dishes with loathing, and only a little milk crossed his lips
+just before he went to bed. When he returned with his father from the
+churchyard, and, himself like a corpse, saw in his father's face every
+sign of breaking down under the misery of a happiness so cruelly
+destroyed, while little Balder gazed in perplexity at him with his dead
+mother's eyes, a great transformation seemed to take place in the older
+brother's soul. His convulsed face grew suddenly calm, he pushed from
+his forehead his thin straight hair, and, going up to his father, said:
+&quot;We must now see how we can get along without mother. You shall never
+be dissatisfied with me again.&quot; Then he sat down on the floor beside
+the child, and began to play with him as his mother used to do; a thing
+to which, hitherto, with all his love for the little one, he had never
+condescended. Balder stretched out his hands to him, and laughingly
+prattled on in his merry way. The father seemed to take no notice of
+anything that was passing around him. Weeks and months elapsed before
+he even outwardly returned to his old habits.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But even then there was not much gained. The portion of him
+which had
+been a calculating-machine faultlessly continued its work, but the
+human affections were totally destroyed. Had not Edwin, with a prudence
+wonderful in one so young, managed the affairs of the little household
+when the old maid servant could not get along alone, everything would
+have been in confusion. When, during the year after his mother's death,
+the child had a fall which injured his knee so severely that he
+remained delicate ever after, the last hope which Edwin had of seeing
+the father take a firm hold of life vanished. He now showed that he had
+only existed in the reflected lustre left behind by his beautiful wife
+in the bright-eyed boy. When those eyes grew dim, he could no longer
+bear the light of day. Without any special illness, he took to his bed
+and never rose from it again.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The orphaned children were received by one of their father's
+relatives,
+a well-to-do official in Breslau, who had a number of children of his
+own, and could therefore only give his foster sons a moderate share of
+care and support. They were sent to board in a teacher's family, and
+fared no worse than hundreds of other parentless boys. Balder felt the
+disaster least. He had a charm that everywhere won hearts, and his
+delicate helplessness did the rest. People did not find it so easy to
+get along with Edwin. A taciturnity and cool reserve, together with the
+early superiority of his judgment, made him uncomfortable, and, as it
+always gave him the appearance of not desiring love, people did not see
+why they should force it upon him. Besides, among all to whom he owed
+gratitude, there was not a single person to whom he desired to be bound
+by any closer ties. Thus his little brother remained the sole object of
+his affectionate anxiety, and it was touching to see how closely,
+during his play hours, he kept him by his side, spending his scanty
+stock of pocket-money solely for his pleasure, and shortening his hours
+of sleep that he might devote his entire afternoon to the sickly child.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Years elapsed. When Edwin went to the university, for despite
+his
+poverty and the burning desire for independence, he could not make up
+his mind to begin any practical business, Balder was about eight years
+old. He had been unable to go to school on account of his feeble
+health, as his knee required constant care, and he could not have borne
+to sit on the school-room benches. But notwithstanding this, he was far
+in advance of most boys of his age, for he had had Edwin for a teacher,
+who, by a far more rapid method than that of the schools, had always
+pointed out the essential part of every lesson, and encouraged him
+above all to develope his own powers. He succeeded in doing so most
+wonderfully, without brushing from the boy's soul the bloom of the
+enthusiasm inherited from their mother. His nature was utterly unlike
+his brother's; instead of the keen dialectics with which Edwin broke a
+path into the world of ideas, as a colonist uproots the primeval forest
+with his axe, Balder's spirit rose aloft as if on wings, and soaring
+above all intervening tree-tops, he found himself unwearied on the very
+spot his brother had pointed out in the distance. It was the same in
+everything connected with school wisdom, as in the mysteries life gave
+him to solve in regard to men and circumstances. The sure,
+instantaneous perception, the prophetic power we have described in his
+mother, seemed born anew in him, and gave the beautiful face, framed in
+his thick fair hair, and showing few traces of pain, a peculiar and
+irresistibly winning expression. Besides, he was so kind-hearted, so
+self-sacrificing, traits doubly rare in chronic invalids, in whom
+anxiety about themselves becomes at last the sole interest, and almost
+a sort of sacred duty. He was never heard to complain, and it really
+did not seem to be a victory of resignation or heroism which he
+obtained over himself, but rather a natural faculty of his soul to look
+upon his sufferings and deprivations as a possession from which the
+greatest gain must be derived, the only innocent speculation, and one
+for which he had cultivated a masterly aptitude.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At the time we have made the brothers' acquaintance, they had
+lived
+together in the shoemaker's back building, the so-called &quot;tun,&quot; about
+five years. Edwin had first gone to Berlin alone, in order to devote
+himself exclusively to the study of philosophy and physical science,
+for which he had little opportunity in Breslau. He had been unable to
+resolve to enter into any money-making business, and his study of law
+was a mere pretence. So when he found himself acting in direct
+opposition to his benefactor's wishes, he thought it dishonorable to
+continue to eat the bread of one with whose opinions he could not
+coincide. Balder meantime remained in his old home, but as soon as
+Edwin could support both, was to follow him to Berlin.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">This was not accomplished as speedily as the latter had at
+first hoped.
+Months elapsed before he could fit himself for a tutor, as the private
+lessons he had undertaken robbed him of both time and patience. Then
+followed anxieties about his first lectures, which, with great
+difficulty, he obtained an opportunity to deliver, and which brought in
+nothing. During all this time, his only intercourse with his brother
+was by means of frequent letters, until at last he could bear the
+separation no longer, and one Whitsuntide went to Breslau, to ask the
+beloved youth if he felt strong enough to share his poverty. Balder
+flushed to the roots of his hair with joyful agitation at this
+question, which fulfilled the most secret wish of his heart. He had
+only been withheld from making the proposal long before, by the fear of
+becoming a burden to his brother. Now he confessed that he had quietly
+made arrangements not to be entirely dependent on Edwin, though he
+would have submitted to be supported by him more willingly than by any
+one else. He had found an opportunity to learn turning, from a
+neighbor, and in the space of a year the young apprentice had made so
+much progress, that any master workman would gladly have engaged him
+for a journeyman. With shamefaced consciousness, he showed Edwin
+a number of pretty household utensils which he had made for his
+foster-mother and the family of the teacher with whom he boarded. &quot;I
+see,&quot; said Edwin, smiling, &quot;that I probably pursue the least lucrative
+of all professions, and shall be doing a very good thing in forming a
+partnership with my skillful brother. But wait, my lad, I won't fail to
+add my contribution to the capital with which we begin. The next fee I
+receive--I am coaching the weak-minded son of a count for his
+examination--we will devote to the purchase of the best turning-lathe
+that is to be found in all Berlin.&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER IV.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">Day had long since dawned over the great city, and the little
+house in
+the Dorotheen-strasse prided itself upon remaining no whit behind its
+more aristocratic neighbors in this respect. The occupants of the &quot;tun&quot;
+were usually no late sleepers, and Balder in particular never failed to
+hear the general alarm-clock of the house, the old pump-handle, which
+sang a well-meant but monotonous morning song, when at six o'clock in
+summer and seven in winter, Reginchen set it in motion to get her
+father his glass of water for breakfast. At the same time the windows
+in the workshop were opened, and the grumbling of the head journeyman,
+who took advantage of the half hour before the master appeared, to make
+the apprentices feel his importance, became audible. But as soon as the
+master of the house, in his loose jacket and slippers, crossed the
+courtyard, everything below was perfectly still. Indeed, though the
+brothers had been unable to procure a watch, they had no occasion to be
+at a loss to know the time, even during the day. Exactly one hour after
+the first music of the pump, Reginchen appeared in the &quot;tun&quot; with the
+well-beaten clothes and the breakfast. Punctually at nine o'clock a
+window was opened in the second story, a yellow old face in a
+night-cap, the once famous actress, stretched out a wrinkled little
+nose to find out which way the wind was blowing, as her husband, the
+tenor, though he no longer had occasion to spare his high C, could not
+give up the habit of staying in the house when there was an East wind.
+Precisely one hour after, the little man himself appeared at another
+window which opened upon the courtyard, not lighted by the sun, to
+shave with great deliberation and apply before the little mirror the
+necessary cosmetics, which an old celebrity of the stage considers an
+indispensable, nay, an incontestable proof of the dignity of his
+calling. When eleven o'clock struck, the piano in the room below,
+occupied by Fräulein Christiane, with whom we formed a passing
+acquaintance in the first chapter, was opened, and a practised hand
+struck a few notes by way of prelude to a singing-lesson, which, from
+consideration for Edwin had been deferred to this time, when he usually
+went to his lecture. Various pupils came to take lessons; of late,
+twice a week a merry soubrette, belonging to one of the theatres in the
+suburbs, appeared, who desired to practise her little parts in new
+operettas, and drove her grave teacher to despair by a number of
+blunders, musical and otherwise. As a loud conversation could be
+heard through the open windows, almost word for word, Balder often
+became an ear-witness to the most singular scenes, which afforded him a
+glimpse of an utterly unknown world. Punctually at twelve o'clock the
+dinner-bell rang, and was usually hailed by the pupil with a merrily
+whistled street song, as the grateful feeling of release could be
+expressed in no better way.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The household clock performed its duty to-day as well as ever,
+but the
+occupants of the upper story in the back building seemed deaf to its
+sounds. The pump's morning song died away unheard. No &quot;come in&quot;
+answered the low knock an hour later, and, after a short delay and a
+shake, of the head, the slender household sprite, hanging the clothes
+on the banister of the stairs, glided down again with the breakfast.
+Miezica, the white cat, which at the same time appeared at the window
+to be fed by Balder, remained on the broad sill that ran from gutter to
+gutter, staring into the room, where no living creature was yet
+stirring. Not until the yellow top of the acacia-tree was gilded by the
+rising sun--it must have been ten minutes past ten for the old tenor
+was just beginning to powder himself--did Balder open his eyes,
+astonished at the bright light that filled the room. He looked toward
+Edwin; the latter gave no sign that the sunlight was too dazzling for
+him to continue his dreams.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Softly the youth rose and limped to the turning-lathe in the
+corner,
+where he noiselessly arranged a variety of tools, bits of wood, and
+little bottles. He did not, however, begin to work, but taking a book,
+became for a time absorbed in its contents. Suddenly the thoughts which
+had kept him awake so long during the night, seemed to return. He laid
+the book aside, opened a window, and leaned out into the already heated
+air.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Ere long a low knock at the door roused him from his reverie.
+He glided
+on tip-toe past the sleeper, and slipped through the half-opened door
+into the dusky entry.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Reginchen stood without; her round face, whose eyes and mouth
+were ever
+ready to bubble over with mirth, was turned toward him with a sort of
+curious anxiety.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Good morning, Reginchen,&quot; he whispered. &quot;I can't let you in,
+he is
+still asleep. He did not go to rest until long after midnight; I am
+glad the sun does not wake him. You have already been to the door
+once--I overslept myself too, contrary to my custom--we talked so long
+last night. I am sorry we have made you so much trouble, Reginchen.
+Give me the waiter, I will carry the breakfast in.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It is no trouble,&quot; replied the young girl, who when talking
+to the
+brothers always tried to correct her Berlin dialect as much as
+possible, but without precisely solving the mystery of the dative and
+accusative. &quot;But you will be completely starved. Sha'n't I get you some
+coffee? Cold milk on an empty stomach--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Thank you, Reginchen. I am used to it. You are always so
+kind. Why
+have you dressed so early to-day, Reginchen?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The young girl blushed as she smoothed her little black silk
+apron and
+the folds of a light muslin that had been freshly washed and ironed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;This is my birthday, Herr Walter,&quot; (she could not accustom
+herself to
+the name of &quot;Balder.&quot;) &quot;My mother gave me the apron, and the old
+gentleman on the second floor, the garnet breastpin. I am going to
+visit my aunt at Schöneberg after dinner, and so I wanted to ask if I
+might bring your dinner up very early to-day. My brother will come for
+me punctually at one o'clock.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Your birthday, Reginchen! And I have forgotten it! Are you
+angry with
+me? My brother's sickness has given me so much to think of lately. You
+know, Reginchen, I wish you all possible good fortune and happiness,
+though my congratulations are late; but you are used to seeing me
+limp.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;How can you talk so. Herr Walter?&quot; she replied, quietly
+allowing the
+firm little hand he had so cordially grasped to rest in his. &quot;It makes
+no difference whether a stupid thing like me, without education or
+culture, is seventeen or eighteen. Father says women remain great
+children all their lives; so whether they become older or not can be of
+little consequence.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He is only joking, Reginchen. What would your father do
+without you,
+to say nothing of the rest of us in the house? So you are really
+eighteen years old to-day? I wish I knew of something that would give
+you pleasure; I should like to make you a birthday present.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I don't want any present,&quot; she replied, hastily turning away
+and
+putting her foot on the upper stair. &quot;I have already had so many gifts
+from you at Christmas and such times, and my mother always scolds and
+says I am too large to receive presents from strange gentlemen. Hark!
+she is calling me; I must go, Herr Walter.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She darted down the steep staircase, like an arrow, and
+Balder, who
+remained at the top, heard her singing a song in a clear, childish
+voice, as she skipped across the pavement of the courtyard in her
+little slippers. As he took the waiter from the low attic stairs where
+she had placed it, and limped softly back into the room, he
+involuntarily sighed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Going up to his sleeping brother he gazed at him with
+affectionate
+anxiety. Edwin seemed to be slumbering quietly. His high, beautifully
+arched brow was unwrinkled, a smile played around his lips, and his
+delicate nostrils quivered slightly, as they always did when he made a
+witty speech. His shirt was open at the throat, and a small gold locket
+attached to a silk cord and containing a tress of his mother's golden
+hair, was plainly visible. Balder wore one like it.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He was about to retire to the window corner again, when a
+hasty step
+was heard on the stairs, and ere Balder could reach the door to stop
+the new comer, an eager knock announced a visitor who knew himself to
+be welcome at any hour.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Come in!&quot; said Edwin, as he slowly rose from his pillow,
+still half
+asleep. &quot;That must be Marquard. Good heavens, it is broad daylight!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To be sure!&quot; laughed the new arrival. &quot;It requires the
+presence of a
+despicable empiric like myself, to make the Herr Philosopher aware that
+the sun is several hours high in the heavens. Well, how are you,
+patient? Has the prescription wrought its work? I am almost inclined to
+believe that the dose was too strong.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Nodding kindly to Balder, he hastily approached the bed and
+touched
+Edwin's brow and temples before feeling his pulse. The keen, light gray
+eyes gazed through a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles at a heavy gold
+watch, and the youthfully round and regular, though somewhat pale face,
+which on entering the door had worn an expression of the gayest
+unconcern, now assumed a quiet, watchful air, while the elegant figure,
+which was of about the medium height, leaned lightly on a chair beside
+the bed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My dear Herr Medicinalrath,&quot; said Edwin, &quot;your master work
+has been
+performed on me. Mother Nature, who may well fear you since you
+irreverently pry into her most sacred secrets and scan all her little
+weaknesses as through a microscope, seems, at your command, to have
+once more taken pity upon me, and granted me sleep. All else will
+follow as a matter of course; at least I already feel a truly wolfish
+appetite. If you'll allow me. Doctor, I'll only put on the most
+necessary articles of clothing, and go to breakfast at once, to relieve
+Balder, who I see has again waited for me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Probatum est</i>,&quot; laughed the doctor, pocketing his watch. &quot;I
+was
+perfectly well aware, that for brains like yours, there is no better
+narcotic than the mixture of folly, noise, and tights, we men of the
+world swallow to excite us. I find your symptoms to-day far more
+encouraging than yesterday, and, within a few days, I think I shall
+repeat the dose. Hunger is a good symptom. But I don't see the
+breakfast.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It is standing on the table yonder,&quot; said Balder, quietly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The doctor stepped to the little table, which, covered with a
+green
+cloth, stood in the middle of the room, and gazed, with an
+indescribable look of pity and horror, at the white pitcher, which
+stood between two stoneware cups, while a tin plate beside it contained
+two small rolls.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Pardon me,&quot; said he, &quot;my science does not extend so far as to
+enable
+me to determine, by its mere appearance, the name of the strong broth
+which awaits you here as your first meal.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It is pure, unadulterated milk, in which we dip the flower of
+wheat,&quot;
+said Edwin, who, having in the meantime hastily clothed himself, now
+approached the table and filled both cups. &quot;You are doubtless aware,
+my dear fellow, that milk contains all the elements of nourishment
+which--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Which a child in swaddling clothes needs till it cuts its
+teeth!
+Sacred Reason, what is the world coming to, when your ablest votaries,
+the philosophers, confess themselves addicted to the most preposterous
+habits and customs. Are you not startled, my lad, by the frightful
+contradiction involved by your endeavor, amidst our exhaustive,
+enervating civilization, which constitutes such a drain upon the blood
+and marrow, to sustain yourself on the nourishment of stupid pastoral
+tribes? In Berlin, too, where as you know, all the cows are infected
+with the pallor of the Hegel philosophy, and where the watery fluid
+they give is still further diluted at every pump. No, my dear fellow,
+either I give you up as incurable, or you must decide at once upon a
+radical change of habit, wash your face with this innocent fluid--an
+admirable preventive of premature wrinkles--and moisten your inner man
+at this time with a glass of port wine, to be followed by the
+consumption of half a pound of roast meat. I'll wager that in a short
+time there will be a change in your organism which will make itself
+perceptibly felt if you visit the Berlin ballet too frequently. What
+are you laughing at? I am perfectly serious.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That is just why I laughed,&quot; said Edwin, as, standing by the
+table, he
+quietly broke his roll into the thin blue milk. &quot;You forget, my dear
+fellow, that I can only make use of prescriptions which are put up at
+the pharmacy 'for lucky beggars.' Or do you happen to have it in your
+pocket?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My professorship, or Balder's diploma as turner to the court.
+With
+your practice in such circles, you can not fail, if you are in earnest,
+to help us to a brilliant career. But until then I deeply regret that I
+can give you no prospect of a change of diet.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Marquard looked around the room, and shook his head angrily,
+as he
+said: &quot;But it is suicidal folly, absurd nonsense, to live as you do!
+Balder, too, will never fare any better, so long as you squat here like
+two old women, and fast till you are livid for lack of blood.
+Professorship? Nonsense! With your views, you'll never get one to the
+end of your days in our Christian German government. If you had only
+learned some commonplace thing, so that you might be made useful
+somewhere. However, you know something of arithmetic, don't you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The first four formulæ, and the rule of three.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No joking. You are a thorough mathematician. I will get you a
+position
+in a life insurance company, where they need some one for their
+estimates of probabilities. Five hundred thalers at first. You need say
+but one word.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Rather <i>three</i>, my faithful Eckhart: Thank you, kindly. I can
+not
+endure the atmosphere of an office. But seriously, my dear preserver of
+mankind, don't give yourself any trouble about me. I am incorrigible.
+Every German must have a whim. Mine is to belong exclusively to myself,
+shake as many nuts from the tree of life as I like, and waste as much
+time as I can spare in cracking them and getting at the kernels. To
+make a career is an occupation that robs one of a great deal of time,
+and it is the same with the effort to become a millionaire in a
+respectable way. Both, therefore, I must renounce, and since I have for
+either as little talent as inclination, and can get along for a time in
+this way, why should I fly into a passion because the Berlin cows have
+deteriorated as much in the fabrication of milk as Prussian political
+philosophy has deteriorated since the days of Father Kant? Except on
+occasions when, by an Epicurean like yourself, unnatural desires are
+created in us, we want for nothing in our 'tun,' and, moreover, have
+something put aside for a rainy day; have we not, Balder?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The doctor was about to make some reply, but controlled
+himself, and
+seized his hat. &quot;Adieu!&quot; he growled, and went toward the door, but
+paused on the threshold.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You will allow me,&quot; he said harshly, &quot;as I still have charge
+of you,
+to send you some medicine from my own pharmacy. I received a gift of
+some excellent Bordeaux from a wine-dealer, on whom I performed a very
+surprising cure, I will send you some on trial, and if you don't drink
+half a bottle every noon--Balder may content himself with a glass--I--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Will show me no farther friendship? Better not say that. It
+would be a
+pity: for your sake, because without our society you would sink
+completely into empiricism and gluttony; and for ours, because we
+should be compelled to deny ourselves the luxury of consulting a
+physician. No, old fellow, I thank you very kindly for your
+philanthropic design, but it is wiser for us to continue to cut our
+coats according to our cloth.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And these people wish to be elevated above ordinary
+prejudices!&quot;
+exclaimed the doctor fiercely, putting on his hat. &quot;If you really were
+so elevated, you would not be too proud to accept a few pitiful drops
+of wine from an old college friend! Go, you are perfect fools with your
+idealism!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And you are on the way to become as famous a doctor as old
+Heim. At
+least you already have the needful roughness!&quot; laughed Edwin.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The doctor heard him no longer; he had slammed the door and
+was noisily
+descending the stairs. Balder looked at his brother.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You ought not to have refused,&quot; said he. &quot;He means kindly,
+and he is
+undoubtedly right: our diet is not fit for you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So you, too, are beginning to scold,&quot; said Edwin, drinking
+the
+remainder of his milk as if it were the most exquisite nectar. &quot;But the
+trump of doom would not disturb the serenity of my soul to-day. I am in
+exactly the phlegmatic, abstract frame of mind, to which the most
+difficult problems seem like child's play. It is a pity I have nothing
+harder to elucidate than how it comes to pass that a crazy man can say
+such clever things in his dreams, and yet on awaking be just as mad as
+before.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What do you mean?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I have been most dutifully dreaming of the acquaintance I
+made
+yesterday; you remember, child, <i>la belle Chocoladière</i>. I discovered,
+God knows how, that she was the daughter of a Polish countess and a
+French <i>valet de chambre</i>; a thoroughly ignorant, vain, and not
+over-virtuous creature. As she made merry over my defective French, I
+quietly began to explain how grateful she ought to be that a sensible
+man conversed with her at all. Then I talked long and very impressively
+about the dignity of man in general and philosophers in particular;
+something after the style of Wieland's sages, and she, after at first
+looking as if she were grieving over her weaknesses and sins, suddenly
+began to laugh loudly, danced around the room--in the style of the
+rope-dancers we saw yesterday--hummed French songs of by no means the
+most decorous nature, and altogether conducted herself in such a manner
+that I grew more and more angry, and at last told her to her face that
+I should consider myself the most contemptible fool and weakling on
+earth, if I allowed her little nose and black eyelashes to turn my head
+an instant longer. She now became very haughty, I still colder and more
+bitter, she more bacchanalian, and I was just in the act of jumping out
+of a low window into a beautiful and spacious garden, when she
+coaxingly passed her hands over my face, and tried to smooth the angry
+frown from my brow; then I awoke, and quickly perceived that
+notwithstanding all the wisdom I had possessed in my dream, I had not
+become one whit the wiser than I was when I went to bed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But don't take the matter so much to heart, child,&quot; he
+continued, as
+Balder remained silent. &quot;I can assure you that a hopeless passion
+is no such terrible misfortune. I am perfectly positive that I shall
+never see her again, but how long it will be before I think of
+something else, I can't say. Yet it is one of the most delightful
+experiences--this gentle consuming fire, this sacred defencelessness,
+this introspection, joined to the consciousness of external
+impressions; it is the true, immanent, and transcendent contradiction,
+which is the veritable secret of all life, and of which man, with his
+accustomed eminently respectable but imperfect knowledge of our being,
+is seldom so keenly conscious. Some day, child, you too will experience
+it, and then for the first time you will fully understand what I mean.
+The head does not appear to work at all; the mill of ideas is stopped;
+it has no more grist to grind. Very different nerve-centres appear to
+have assumed control, and when I have overcome the first sense of
+strangeness, it will be a very interesting psychological task--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Here the door was thrown open, and a new visitor interrupted
+our
+philosopher's attempt to make a virtue of necessity, and at least to
+render useful to the cause of science, the sorrows of his heart.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER V.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">The new comer was a tall and very broad-shouldered young man,
+who
+carried a travelling-satchel and a shawl thrown over his shoulder;
+unceremoniously tossing a faded brown felt hat on Balder's bed, he
+nodded, and smiling called out a &quot;good morning&quot; to the brothers. The
+first impression made by the ash-colored face, furrowed by several
+scars, and the somewhat crooked mouth, was not particularly favorable.
+An expression of bitterness or malice dwelt about the strongly cut
+lips, and the teeth, which, in speaking, were fully revealed, increased
+the fierce, unamiable look. But when the countenance was in repose, the
+melancholy expression of the eyes predominated over the more ignoble
+features, and the brow beneath the short bristling hair seemed to have
+been developed by grave mental labor. His movements were restless and
+impetuous, and his whole attire was that of a man who thought little of
+his personal appearance, though his stately figure was well worthy to
+command attention, had but a little care been bestowed upon it.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why, Mohr! Heinrich Mohr! What wind has blown you to us
+again?&quot; cried
+Edwin, advancing to meet him and cordially shaking hands.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The same thoughtless whirlwind, I suppose, that tosses all
+the
+sweepings of humanity into confusion,&quot; replied the other. &quot;It is only
+those individuals, who possess a certain specific weight, that do not
+change their places without special cause. You, for instance, I find in
+the same old house where I left you three years ago. And, if I must be
+honest, the only sensible reason I can give for venturing out of my
+dull little birthplace back to this huge, clever, mad Berlin, was the
+desire to see you again. After all, you have the most friendly faces,
+and that you really seem to feel a sort of pleasure in being troubled
+with me again, proves that you are still the same as of old.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And you, too, seem to have altered little; less, perhaps,
+than would
+have been advisable,&quot; said Edwin, laughing.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mohr's only answer was a shrug of the shoulders. He threw down
+his
+satchel and went to the turning-lathe, beside which Balder was leaning.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Still as conscientious as ever; trying to kill himself,&quot; he
+muttered,
+taking up some of the little articles which were waiting for the last
+touches. &quot;But I can't blame you, Balder. You at least accomplish
+something every day, and only hurt your chest by bending and stooping.
+Other people would be fairly beside themselves with impatience, if they
+had to sit doubled up all day long turning their stock in trade.
+Besides, it seems to me you have made considerable progress. You are an
+enviable fellow, Balder.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The youth looked at him with a smile.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Would that you could only convince Edwin of it!&quot; he said; &quot;he
+is
+always trying to persuade me to give up my trade. He won't believe that
+to sit perfectly idle, and see everybody else work would kill me much
+sooner.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Idle! As if you ever could be idle!&quot; cried Edwin indignantly.
+&quot;As if
+it were not the most insane obstinacy to refuse to accept from his own
+and only brother, that which even he has means sufficient to procure--a
+pitiful mouthful of bread! But we will let it pass, though it is the
+only real annoyance of my life, and this hard heart might so easily
+spare it me,--Basta! I will <i>not</i> be vexed to-day. So begin your
+confession, my friend! To-day, at least, you are secure from any
+moralizing on my part.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mohr having seated himself in a chair beside the open window,
+had begun
+to twist a cigarette, the materials for which he took from a tin box.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There is absolutely nothing new to tell,&quot; he replied with
+great
+apparent indifference. &quot;The old apothegm that no one can add one inch
+to his stature, has been once more ratified, that's all. I left Berlin,
+as you will remember, because I thought that the noise and bustle alone
+prevented me from becoming a great man. 'Talent developes in a quiet
+life.' Well, I've lived quietly enough with my old mother, but nothing
+has developed. So, thinks I to myself, as no talent developes let us
+try character--'character is formed in the current of the world'--and
+so back I have come again, and have already selected a character to
+which I intend to adapt myself. A match, Edwin!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He puffed huge clouds of very strong Turkish tobacco out of
+the window.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So nothing came of the editing of the newspaper, from which
+you
+expected so much?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It was a miserable sheet, children, a commonplace,
+provincial,
+gossiping little paper, in which appeared, twice a week, bad novels,
+stolen from various quarters, or 'original contributions' by the
+bürgermeister's daughter or chief customhouse officer's son, and lastly
+charades and rebuses. However, all the citizens swore by it, and not a
+syllable was lost. The right kind of fellow might have made something
+of it, or at least in time have smuggled in something better, and, in
+so doing, might himself have found room to grow. But there is the
+point. After first turning up my nose at this narrowmindedness, I at
+last discovered that I really could not do much better myself. You know
+I always believed that if I could once form a correct appreciation of
+my own powers, a thing not to be accomplished in the intellectual
+ant-hill of Berlin, the world would be astonished. Well, I have really
+arrived at this just appreciation, and for a long time have been unable
+to endure myself! God be thanked, that my good taste yet remains to
+save me from that.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Still the same old Mohr, whose favorite pastime it is to
+blacken his
+character instead of washing himself white.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Let me go on, and don't suppose that I am making myself out
+bad in
+order that you may praise me the more. Besides, I don't <i>wish</i> to make
+myself out 'bad'; I am really quite a passable fellow, neither stupid
+nor tedious, with fair acquirements, and powers of judgment by no means
+ordinary, <i>nota bene</i>, for what <i>others</i> do. If I were a rascal, I
+might by means of them, accomplish something, open a booth for
+criticism, for instance, and sell myself as dearly as possible. But the
+misfortune is that I have, or at least had, the ambition to accomplish
+something myself, and what is worse, desired to possess all sorts of
+talents. I have a most decided capacity for becoming a mediocre poet or
+musician, and in political articles, which appear to mean something and
+really say nothing, I have yet to find my superior. You will say there
+are many such wights. Certainly. But not many who have in addition such
+an honest, devout envy of the real men who can accomplish something
+genuine, such a loathing of all botching, such disgust when they have
+caught themselves at it. It was this that drove me away from you. I
+could not endure to see you all, each in his own field of labor, busy
+tilling and planting and at last reaping,--real grain, whether much or
+little--and stand by with my cockle-weed. I felt like spitting in my
+own face from chagrin at my mediocrity in everything that is worthy to
+be called work, achievement, getting on in the world, while in talking
+I was a very hero. Now, however, I have discovered <i>that that is my
+destiny</i>. A sorry creature, created by Nature through some malicious
+whim, and condemned always to stick halfway at everything. But I will
+spoil her jest; I will at least do something completely and well, and
+in one point, at all events, I will reach virtuosoship.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I don't understand why this idea did not occur to you long
+ago,&quot;
+replied Edwin. &quot;You were born for a critic, and as such can have as
+much influence on the world and society, as if you were a poet.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I should be a fool!&quot; exclaimed the other, tossing his
+cigarette into
+the courtyard, as he started up and clasped his hands behind his head.
+&quot;Attempt to improve the world, tell it plain truths in black and white,
+which of course every one will apply to his worthy neighbor, try to
+educate artists who fancy that thinking paralyses the imagination, or
+tell truths to authors, who upon perusing them fail more signally to
+comprehend themselves than when they penned their thoughts,--no, my
+dear fellow, <i>vestigia terrent</i>. A certain Lessing tried all that a
+hundred years ago, and broke his teeth on the hard wood. All these
+philanthropic sacrifices make the world no happier, and only render the
+individual wretched. The only pure and noble calling left for such a
+superfluous mortal as myself to choose, is <i>pure envy</i>. In that I have
+hitherto made considerable progress, and, as I said before, I expect to
+attain in it a tolerable degree of eminence.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Upon my word,&quot; laughed Edwin, &quot;this is a novel way of
+attaining
+happiness.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Don't laugh, wiseacre,&quot; sighed Mohr, impressively. &quot;You see,
+my child,
+everybody in this miserable world, which all about us is so unfinished
+and incomplete, is endeavoring to the best of his ability, at least to
+perfect his own perishable self. The really gifted individuals have a
+surplus, from which they impart a portion to others, and thereby help
+them to patch up their poverty, and perhaps even scantily to complete
+themselves. I, for my part, can only obtain repose when I fervently
+envy every thing that is great, entire, exuberant. Through this envy I
+shall become, in a certain sense, allied to it; for if I appreciated,
+tasted, felt, and deserved to possess no portion, how could I envy it?
+Only those things that are somewhat homogenous attract each other. And
+when I have sat during an entire morning, thoroughly permeated with the
+sense of my own insignificance, sincerely envying a Shakespeare, a
+Goethe, or a Mozart, have I not fulfilled the purpose of my life better
+than if I had spent the same time in composing a poor tragedy, some
+wretched love-songs, or a mediocre sonata?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He went to the window and gazed at the top of the acacia-tree.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You are right,&quot; said Balder's clear voice. &quot;Only you ought
+not to give
+the name of envy to what is really love, reverence, and the most
+beautiful and unselfish enthusiasm.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Balder has hit the nail on the head, as usual,&quot; said Edwin.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mohr turned. The brothers noticed that he was winking rapidly,
+as if
+desiring to make way with a suspicious moisture.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It would be beautiful, if it were true,&quot; said he. &quot;But this
+is only
+the bright side of my virtuosoship; it has its shadows too, and they
+grow broader than I like. I can see nothing that is complete and in
+harmony with itself, without envy; no self-satisfied stupidity, no
+broad-mouthed falsehood, no snobbish faces. And as if these worthies
+had really no right to be happy, the demon of envy induces me to say
+something cutting, merely to show them their own pitifulness. Thus in a
+short time I had all my worthy fellow-citizens about my ears, and
+wherever I went was decried, avoided, and warned off like a mad dog. It
+makes all the blood in my body boil, when I see how everywhere the
+scamps get on in the world, and how the honest fellows, who don't use
+their elbows, remain behind. You, for instance, if I had my way, should
+be driving in a handsome coach with servants at your command, as
+beseems the aristocracy of the human race. Instead of that, that
+insignificant fellow, Marquard, whom I met below, has his equipage, and
+graciously nods as he drives by, after reconnoitering me from top to
+toe through his gold spectacles. Death and perdition, who can see such
+things and not go wild--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Don't abuse our medical counsellor,&quot; said Edwin. &quot;In spite of
+all you
+have said he is a good fellow, and his carriage would suit my trade and
+Balder's as little as my slow-stepping scientific methods would suit
+his empirical gallop. Besides--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At this moment they heard from the windows below, the first
+bars of the
+overture to Glück's &quot;Orpheus.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mohr approached the window again, and listened attentively.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Who is playing?&quot; he asked after a time, in an undertone.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;One of the inmates of the house, a young lady of whom we know
+little
+more than that she gives music-lessons. Last night--I have not yet told
+you of it, Balder--I found her absorbed in Schopenhauer's Parerga. She
+spoke enthusiastically about the chapter on 'the sorrows of the world.'</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Her music bears witness that in those sorrows she had had
+experience,&quot;
+said Mohr. &quot;Women only play as she does when their hearts have been
+once broken and then pieced together again. It is with them as it is
+with old violins, which must be shattered several times before they
+have the right resonance. But hush, it is growing still more
+beautiful.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He sat down on the window-sill, and, gazing without, became
+completely
+absorbed in listening. Balder worked noiselessly at his little boxes,
+while Edwin had taken a book though his gaze became fixed upon one
+page. It was so quiet in the room, that during the pauses in the music,
+they could hear the stealthy footsteps of the cat, which had just
+previously leaped into the chamber, and eaten the remnants of the
+breakfast.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER VI.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">About the same time that these things were occurring in the
+back
+building, the master of the house was in the shop talking with a
+customer, who had just brought to be mended a pair of embroidered
+slippers, carefully wrapped in an old newspaper.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It was somewhat unusual for the shoemaker to be absent from
+the
+workroom at this time of day. But it was also, as the reader will
+remember, an unusual occasion, Reginchin's birthday, and her mother,
+who generally attended to the management of everything in the shop, was
+obliged to give up the charge to her husband, in order to go into the
+kitchen and mix the dough herself, for the usual birthday cake. She
+would not relinquish this task, though there was a confectioner's shop
+at the very next corner. For ever since Reginchin was four years old,
+she had been very fond of a certain kind of home-made plumb-cake, and,
+though she could rarely do anything exactly to her mother's mind, and
+was continually subject to her criticism, the young girl was, as she
+very well knew, the apple of her mother's eye, and, for her the good
+woman would have gone through fire. So, hot as the day was, Madame
+Feyertag stood without a murmur beside the servant at the fire,
+allowing herself to be troubled but little by the principal anxiety
+which usually rendered her unwilling to have her husband in the shop:
+the jealous fear that some female customers might come in, and that the
+shoemaker might find other feet, whose measure he would be obliged to
+take, prettier than those adorned with the legitimate slippers of his
+wife.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">To be sure the worthy man, though he might have been a sly
+fellow in
+his bachelor days, had given very little cause for such a suspicion
+during twenty-three years of extremely peaceful married life. But
+within a few months a change had taken place which attracted the
+attention of his clever wife; a change not much apparent in his actions
+and conduct, since he quietly continued his regular mode of life and
+did not even oppose the before-mentioned slippers, but noticeable in
+his language. She was already accustomed to hear him talk much of
+progress, and inveigh against all tyranny, especially domestic slavery,
+giving utterance to very forcible expressions, and this harmless
+amusement she willingly countenanced, since all affairs of state and
+family pursued, as before, their even course. But during the last three
+months his revolutionary table-talk had changed its tone, and had been
+steadily pointed against &quot;women,&quot; of whom he repeated the most
+malicious things, usually in strange, outlandish words. Perhaps he
+had merely picked up these contemptuous epithets at the liberal
+trades-union, to which he owed all his progressive ideas; and if so, it
+was something to be thankful for. But except on certain festive
+occasions, women were excluded from these meetings, and at the
+entertainments a very decorous tone always prevailed, to say nothing of
+the obligatory toast to the fair sex. So, when all at once in speaking
+of &quot;women,&quot; he used the word &quot;females,&quot; and talked of the &quot;sex&quot; with a
+shade of contempt, for which Madame Feyertag's person and conduct did
+not give the slightest cause, nothing was more probable than that the
+shoemaker had obtained his new knowledge of feminine nature in other
+circles, and, perhaps led astray by some acquaintances formed in the
+shop, had approached nearer to the light-minded portion of the sex than
+could be at all desirable for the peace of the household. Since that
+time, Madame Feyertag had kept a sharp eye on the secret sinner, no
+longer permitting his presence in the shop, and had emphatically
+forbidden the utterance of his offensive remarks, at least in
+Reginchen's presence. For this restraint the worthy man indemnified
+himself by talking all the more freely to others, and on this very
+morning, when, contrary to his usual custom, we find him in the shop,
+he was in the act of giving vent to the pent-up emotions of his heart.
+Compelled to keep silence, his companion with some little surprise,
+patiently submitted to the torrent of his eloquence. He was a little
+old-fashioned gentleman, with a timid but lively manner, whose delicate
+regular features bore an expression of such winning kindness that the
+most casual observer could not fail to notice it; his was one of those
+faces, which, in consequence of the delicacy of the skin, become
+prematurely withered, and yet never grow old. A small grey moustache
+endeavored in vain to give a martial air to the innocent childish face,
+and the forehead, which, through baldness, seemed to reach to the crown
+of his head, failed just as signally to cast upon its owner the air of
+a deep thinker. Yet when any important subject was under discussion,
+the mild eyes could sparkle with a strange fire, and the whole face
+become transfigured with interest and excitement.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">This little man wore a neatly brushed but rather threadbare
+coat, cut
+in a fashion that had prevailed ten years before, and a large white
+cravat, fastened with a pin containing a woman's picture. He had placed
+upon the counter an old-fashioned grey hat, with a piece of crape
+twisted around it, and, with both hands resting on his cane, he sat
+opposite the shoemaker, who had just examined the slippers, and said
+that they could be mended so as to look very well, only that a part of
+the embroidery would be lost.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Spare as much of it as you can,&quot; pleaded the little
+gentleman. &quot;They
+were my dead wife's last birthday gift; she worked them herself. I have
+worn them constantly for five years; but I step so lightly that I don't
+wear out many shoes. I suppose I am your worst customer,&quot; he added,
+with an apologetic smile.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That is of no consequence, Herr König,&quot; replied the
+shoemaker; &quot;it is
+always an honor as well as a pleasure to work for you and your family,
+not only on account of the high instep which you all have, but because
+you are an artist and have an eye for shape. As for the durableness of
+the shoes, that is not your fault, but the fault of the leather. But
+wait till your daughter goes to balls. Good work is of no avail then,
+Herr König; dancing shoes which are not as delicate and as easily
+broken as poppy-leaves, do the shoemaker no credit.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The little gentleman shook his head thoughtfully.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My daughter, I fear, will give you little opportunity to earn
+money in
+that article,&quot; said he, &quot;She has no desire for any of the seemly
+amusements which I would willingly grant her; her mind is filled with
+her work and her father; she can't be induced to attend to anything
+else.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, well,&quot; said the shoemaker, drawing from his jacket a
+little
+silver snuff-box, which he offered the artist, &quot;those things will come
+as a matter of course. Young ladies always have some peculiarities, you
+know; they do not forget the mother; but women are women, Herr König,
+and there is no virtue in youth. True, you yourself still wear crape
+around your hat; in your case constancy may be in the blood. But wait a
+while. The will, Herr König, is master; the perception weak; of how
+weak it is, we have sometimes little idea.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You are mistaken,&quot; replied the other, fixing his eyes which
+wore a
+quiet, thoughtful expression upon the floor. &quot;She has become perfectly
+cheerful again, and I also, though every day I still miss my dead wife.
+God does not like to see discontented faces, He has made the world too
+beautiful for that. The crape--yes, I have kept it on my hat. Why
+should I take it off, and when? It would seem very strange to me, to
+say to myself on a certain day: From this time things shall no longer
+be as they were yesterday; I will now remove this token of remembrance.
+Should I thereby blot out the memory too? But even if her mother were
+still alive, I do not think the child would be any different. She has a
+very peculiar character.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Be kind enough to permit me to differ from you,&quot; said the
+shoemaker
+with great positiveness, despite the courteous language he studiously
+adopted. &quot;Women--true women--have generally no character of their own,
+but one that belongs in common to all the sex. For the sole object for
+which they are in the world, is, to use Salvenia's words, only to
+continue the species, or, as we term it, for propagation. A woman who
+desires anything else, has something wrong about her; I say this
+without intending to cast any reflections upon your daughter.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The artist opened his little eyes to their widest extent. &quot;My
+dear
+Feyertag, why do you say such strange things?&quot; he said, naïvely. &quot;Is
+not a woman as much a creature of the dear God as we ourselves? formed
+in his image, and endowed with soul and mind?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The shoemaker laughed, as if fully conscious of his own
+superiority.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Don't take it amiss, Herr König,&quot; he said, &quot;but that is an
+exploded
+opinion. Have you never heard of the great philosopher, Schopenhauer?
+He will make you understand it thoroughly; he will prove as plainly as
+that twice two make four, of what account is the so-called emancipation
+of women.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I don't have much time to read,&quot; replied the little artist.
+&quot;But the
+little you have told me does not render me anxious to become familiar
+with an author who has thought so slightingly of the noblest and most
+lovable portion of humanity. I prefer to say with my beloved Schiller,
+'Honor to women'!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;'They spin and weave,'&quot; replied, the shoemaker. &quot;Yes, and
+they
+can do it very skillfully, and it is an extremely useful occupation.
+But in other things, in the employments of men--this low-statured,
+narrow-shouldered, broad-hipped, and short-legged sex, as Herr
+Schopenhauer expresses it,--no, Herr König, men must not allow them to
+become too strong. Propagation, nothing more. But <i>propaganda</i>, you
+see, for the liberal and progressive, is our affair. For instance,
+there is my wife; the best woman in the world! But if I did not now and
+then show her that I am master, where should I be? I admit that during
+the last few years, out of pure indolence, I have allowed her to do and
+say more than was well. But Schopenhauer has brought me to myself. Now,
+when she mistakes her social position, and wants to emancipate herself
+too much, I say: 'Hush, Guste. You, too, were once an explosive effect
+of Nature; but now the noise has died away, and the effect remains.'
+Then she scolds about my worthless way of talking, as she calls it, but
+no longer ventures to say anything, because she has not the least
+suspicion what I really mean by it, and that it is in Schopenhauer. Ha!
+ha! ha!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He chuckled with delight, and rubbed his broad hands.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;How did you chance upon this mischievous book?&quot; asked the
+artist.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Very naturally. In my back building lives a very learned
+gentleman, a
+philosopher by profession, and soon to become professor of philosophy.
+One day, when he was not at home, the bookbinder's boy came and left in
+my shop a whole package of freshly bound books, which I was to keep for
+the Herr Doctor. It was after dinner, when I usually take a little nap.
+So, half asleep, I aimlessly took the uppermost book in my hand, and
+began to read at the place where it opened. Zounds, how my eyes flew
+open! 'Upon females' was the heading of the chapter. I could not stop
+till I had read the last lines. I tell you, Herr König, old King
+Solomon, much as he knew about women, and propagation, and the
+conception of species, might have gone to school to him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Is Schopenhauer the author's name? And do you call him a
+philosopher,
+because he revives the old commonplaces about the other sex?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The little artist's eyes flashed as he uttered these words,
+and he
+seized his hat as if he were in a hurry to leave the shop.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He is a philosopher, for the Herr Doctor himself says so; but
+not
+merely because of what he has written about women; the Herr Doctor
+showed me another thick book. He said it treated of will and
+perception; however, it was too heavy for me. If you would like to read
+it, he will cheerfully lend it to you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Thank you, I have not the slightest desire to make the
+acquaintance of
+a gentleman who holds and desires to spread such opinions.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The Herr Doctor? There you are very much mistaken, Herr
+König. He
+won't listen to a word about the essay on women, and says there is just
+as much falsehood as truth in it. He is a bachelor, Herr König, and
+what does a bachelor know about the conception of species? Besides, he
+never associates with women, but devotes himself entirely to his
+invalid brother. They might as well be in a monastery, Herr König; my
+wife often says that if we were to advertise in the newspapers and
+offer a reward of a hundred thalers, we could not find such another
+couple of well-behaved young men in all Berlin.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Indeed? And learned too, you say?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Only the older one, the Herr Doctor. He has not much money,
+because he
+is at the university, and you are probably aware the minister of public
+worship and instruction wants to starve out the whole university, and
+then fill all the vacant places with pastors; there is but one opinion
+about it in the trades union. But our Herr Doctor gives private
+lessons, and his brother sells some of the little articles he turns;
+they live on the proceeds always paying punctually the rent, and the
+household bills for cooking and washing. Two young men, Herr König, to
+whom immorality is something utterly unknown.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The artist had laid down his hat again, and seemed to be
+struggling
+with some resolution.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My dear Herr Feyertag,&quot; he said at last, &quot;Do you know, I
+think I
+should like after all to make the acquaintance of your Herr Doctor. If
+what you say is true, he is the very man for whom I have been looking a
+long time. My daughter complains that she cannot continue her studies
+alone. What she knows she learned from her mother. But since the latter
+died, I have found her services indispensable at home, and I thought
+her so clever that she could get on by herself if I only bought her
+books. But it seems that she cannot dispense with regular instruction,
+and now she is too old and too sensible to content herself with the
+first instructor that offers, and recently, when she met a certain
+young lady, a teacher who has given lessons in very aristocratic
+families, she conversed with her so cleverly that the young woman
+declared she could teach her nothing. So if your Herr Doctor is really
+such a phoenix, and a true man besides--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If by 'phoenix' you mean insurance against fire, one can
+never be
+certain of that in young people, but I'll stake my life on his
+goodness; everything else you must find out for yourself in case you
+are really serious about giving your daughter--but that is none of my
+business. My Regine can read and write, and that is enough to enable
+her to get along with everything that does not concern propagation.
+However, everybody has a right to his own opinion. If that is yours,
+Herr König, you will probably find the Herr Doctor at home now. It is
+vacation, and most of his private pupils are traveling.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I suppose,&quot; said the artist timidly, as he put on his hat and
+followed
+the shoemaker into the entry, &quot;the price for the lessons will not be
+exorbitant.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You need have no anxiety on that score,&quot; replied the
+shoemaker,
+shuttings the door of the shop. &quot;If he were paid as he deserves, he
+wouldn't need to climb my old back stairs, but could buy the handsomest
+house on Unter der Linden. Turn to the left here, and then cross the
+courtyard, Herr König, if you please.&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER VII.</h2>
+
+<p class="normal">Meantime the brothers had again been left alone.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">As soon as the music below ceased, Mohr took his hat. &quot;To envy
+this
+happiness is one of my favorite occupations,&quot; he growled, twisting his
+under lip awry. &quot;I pity you for being able to listen to such a thing
+quietly, without becoming filled with fiendish joy or rage, I tried to
+express this mood in a somewhat rattling, but I think not wholly
+meritless composition, which I call my <i>sinfonia ironica</i>. When I have
+a lodging and a tin pan, I'll play it to you, and then read you my new
+comedy: 'I am I, and rely on myself.'&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A great many pleasures at once, Heinz,&quot; said Edwin.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You need not fear the length of this <i>concert spirituel</i>.
+Only two
+bars of the symphony and an act and a half of the comedy are finished.
+A man who is but half a man, never brings any work to completion.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Fortunately, as you know, the half is more than the whole,&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You shall give me a lecture on that subject very shortly,
+Philosopher.
+Adieu.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He went out to search for lodgings in the neighborhood. His
+mother, a
+widow in easy circumstances, seemed to have provided him with
+sufficient means to live for some time without work. At the pianist's
+door he paused, and read on the little porcelain plate: &quot;Christiane
+Falk, music teacher.&quot; Within everything was still. He would gladly have
+found some pretext to ring and to make her acquaintance; however, none
+occurred to him, so he deferred it until a more favorable opportunity.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Balder had returned to his work again. He seemed in great
+haste to
+complete a dainty little box of olive-wood, which contained all sorts
+of implements for sewing.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In the meantime Edwin was dressing.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">This was usually accomplished in the following manner: first
+he hung a
+small mirror, scarcely the width of his hand, on a nail in one of the
+book shelves, just under Kant's critique of pure reason and Fichte's
+religion of science, and then while passing a comb minus numerous teeth
+through his hair and beard, gazed less into the little glass than
+across at Balder. To-day, however, he did something more; he shortened
+the hair on his temples and chin with a pair of scissors, and moreover
+looked somewhat carefully to see whether it was cut evenly on both
+sides. &quot;I find,&quot; said he, &quot;that familiarity with the ballet has
+demoralized me. I am already beginning to be vain, and have discovered
+all sorts of defects in my honest face, with which I have hitherto been
+perfectly satisfied. We should have divided our good mother's beauty
+between us more equally. But perhaps after all, it is better that the
+inheritance has remained intact, rather than squandered upon two. Come,
+give your artistic opinion, my boy, has not the plantation been very
+much improved by mowing?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I should have spared the beard,&quot; said Balder. &quot;It was very
+becoming to
+you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You don't understand, child. It has been much too long for
+some time,
+even for a philosopher, and although, as in the times of Julius Cæsar,
+no one must wander about on working days 'without some sign of his
+occupation,' it is now vacation with me and I want to go out to-day as
+an ordinary mortal, not as an object to startle women and children.
+Come, make up your mind to accompany me. We will take a droschky, stop
+at the confectioner's, where you must be treated to ice-cream to-day as
+I treated myself yesterday, and afterwards--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To-day, Edwin? To-day--excuse me--I don't feel exactly
+well--it will
+be better to choose some other time--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He bent his glowing face over his work.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Just at this moment some one knocked, and the round,
+good-natured face
+of the owner of the house appeared in the doorway, for the little
+artist had insisted upon his going first. In the half jocose, half
+respectful manner, which he always adopted toward the brothers, he
+introduced Herr König to them as a cultivated artist, and the father of
+a daughter already highly educated, but who desired to pursue her
+education still further. Immediately upon entering, the little
+gentleman had become absorbed in looking at the copperplate engravings
+and busts, and, seemingly, had forgotten the cause of his visit. But
+when the shoemaker paused, and Edwin glanced smilingly at Balder, he
+recollected himself and modestly told his errand.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My dear sir,&quot; replied Edwin, &quot;I really feel very much
+honored, but I
+do not yet know whether I am the man you seek, for I am not a
+particularly good teacher, since I have not a particle of ambition to
+become a pedagogue. For a thorough teacher is indifferent to the
+calibre of his pupil's mind; the more idle, stupid, and destitute of
+talent the scholar, the more eager should the teacher be to make
+something out of him. I, on the contrary, still have too much to do for
+myself, to be able to help others who have not at least the ability to
+help themselves. I can indeed show the way, but the scholar must
+perform the work. And as for young ladies, with all due respect for
+your daughter, Herr König, how are these poor creatures, even if the
+roads are smoothed before them and the goal pointed out, to journey
+forward on their own feet, when from their earliest childhood, every
+natural, firm, and steady step has been prohibited as unwomanly! They
+trip and dance and glide and hover and soar, with variegated wings over
+the green meadows of youth, but when they at last reach the highway of
+sober life, they lean on a husband's arm, and expect to be supported
+and carried forward by him. Excuse this uncourteous language, I have
+experienced these things, and I do not see why I should not speak
+openly. However, as I am now at leisure, if you will venture to try me
+upon the recommendation of our landlord and foster father, I will make
+an attempt to ascertain whether you are not deceived in me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He took his straw hat, and said in an undertone to Balder:
+&quot;Don't wait
+meals for me again to-day, my boy, I may wander out somewhere into the
+green fields, after I have made the acquaintance of this king's
+daughter,<a name="div2_01" href="#div2Ref_01"><sup>[1]</sup></a> who is so eager for education.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He passed his hand gently over the youth's hair by way of
+parting, and
+accompanied the two men down stairs.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When he was alone in the hot street with the little artist,
+the
+latter said: &quot;You have not far to go, Herr Doctor, I live on the
+Schiffbauerdamm, and we can walk in the shade all the way. But, that
+you may understand my daughter's peculiar course of education, allow me
+to tell you something of my domestic affairs. Your landlord has made
+you acquainted with my name. You have probably never heard it mentioned
+before. My pictures are not remarkable performances, and for several
+years past I have turned my attention more to wood engraving. A trade,
+Herr Doctor, takes root in a firmer soil than art, though it may not
+always be a soil so golden, and it becomes a father of a family, even
+if the family consists of but two persons--however, I have never wholly
+relinquished painting, adhering always to my own very modest style,
+which in art circles, has even earned me a nickname. Just as there is a
+cat-Raphael, and a velvet-and-hell Breughel, so I am called, owing to
+my predilection for introducing old fences into my landscapes, the
+zaun-könig.<a name="div2_02" href="#div2Ref_02"><sup>[2]</sup></a> Predilection?&quot; he smiled as he continued, &quot;that is not
+exactly the right word either. God knows I would rather paint beautiful
+woodlands, like Ruysdell, or clear, bright atmospheres like Claude
+Lorraine, if my talent were but sufficient. But I always succeed best
+in small, insignificant objects. So a bit of ground with stones, weeds,
+and brambles, a clod of earth on which mother nature has developed her
+productive powers as freely as if it were a world in itself, in
+short what we call a 'foreground,' has always given me so much to
+do--especially as I am somewhat near-sighted--that I have never arrived
+at real landscapes. Well, everybody must cut his garment according to
+his cloth. And when we reflect aright, do not God's power and glory
+make themselves manifest in just as wonderful a guise behind a low
+hedge or a garden fence, as in the romance of the primeval forest, or
+the surpassing grandeur of the Swiss Alps? So what I do, I do because I
+cannot help it; in short I work for my own edification, and try to
+represent a small portion, a little corner or bit of creation, with so
+much care and love, that in looking upon my work people may see that,
+even this despised spot, God's breath has touched.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin had given but partial attention to these remarks, which
+would
+usually have interested him far more deeply. His thoughts were
+wandering in vague, distant realms. But in order to say something, he
+remarked: &quot;And do you find purchasers for your pictures?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The little gentleman smiled, in a half-embarrassed,
+half-conscious
+manner.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well,&quot; said he, &quot;I can't complain. I always dispose of at
+least every
+fourth or fifth picture; for, is it not strange! now-a-days everybody
+must have his specialty; a work may be ever so worthless, but it will
+possess some value, because its producer has had the courage not to
+flinch or retreat from the path he has appointed for himself even if
+the critics assail him with their deadly weapons. Yes, yes, it is
+indeed surprizing to me, myself, but patrons of the fine arts have come
+hither from Holland and from England, who wanted a real zaun-könig and
+nothing better. So it is, that in the great economy of our creator,
+every creature finds its appointed place, the mite as well as the
+elephant.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But I was going to tell you something about my domestic
+affairs,&quot;
+continued the little man. &quot;You see, Herr Doctor, I have now been a
+widower five years and seven months, but I cannot yet speak of my dear
+wife without feeling, a perhaps unmanly or unchristian, but
+nevertheless unconquerable grief. Therefore I will speak no further of
+her, except that during the fifteen years I lived with her, there was
+not an hour which I could wish effaced from my memory. She was a
+Jewess, and I am a good evangelical Christian, but even that did not
+cause a single moment of bitterness, for the God in whom we both
+believed, was one and the same. As for our daughter, the mother agreed
+that she should be educated as a Christian, and though she herself did
+not wish to be baptised, she never tried to perplex the child. She was
+buried in the Jewish churchyard, but that has never troubled me. The
+spot to which this noble creature was carried for her eternal rest, is
+<i>holy</i>, no matter whether it was consecrated by Christian minister or
+Jewish Rabbi. Since she died, I can see that I have not been so pious
+as when she was alive. The memory of her blends with all my thoughts of
+heaven; I can no longer, as before, be alone in the presence of my God.
+Ah well. He will not impute that to me as a sin.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The artist paused a moment. His voice seemed to fail him, but
+after a
+moment he continued:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;She has left me a daughter, who in many respects is very like
+her; in
+others not at all. She has far more independence, and often we do not
+understand each other, and that never happened with her mother. The
+child is nineteen years old, and--I will not praise her--but no one
+could have a better heart, to say nothing of such a talent for drawing
+and painting, that I only wonder how she came by it. In many things,
+flower-pieces for instance, I am a bungler to her. I ought, long ago,
+to have discountenanced her close application to it, that she might
+have had more time for other things, I mean for intellectual culture.
+But it gave her pleasure to think that she could earn something while
+yet so young, and besides I was vain of her progress. Now, however, the
+punishment has come. For some time she has been melancholy, because she
+fancied that she was ignorant, or as she expressed it, that she had no
+clear ideas. Now to me she seems clever and learned enough, and our old
+friend, the widow of Professor Valentin, cannot understand what fault
+she can find in herself, except perhaps, her somewhat singular opinions
+on religious subjects. But I see that it is secretly destroying her
+peace of mind, and, as I cannot help her myself, I have had recourse to
+you, Herr Doctor, and, just because you are no pedantic schoolmaster, I
+think you will soon discover what is the matter with the dear child.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Meantime they had walked down Friedrichstrasse to the Spree,
+and now
+turned the corner to the right. &quot;My house is only a few hundred paces
+farther,&quot; said the artist. &quot;It would be very difficult for me to make
+up my mind to live in any other part of the city. People are always
+speaking so contemptuously of our good Spree, and, to be sure, it is by
+no means the proudest of our German rivers, nor the poorest just here,
+in the midst of Berlin. But, to an artist's eye--apart from the
+impression it makes in the open country, and especially in a romantic
+spot like the Spreewald--can there be anything more charming than this
+view of the canal, bridges, places of lading, water steps, and the
+honest old Spree boats, lying so sleepily in the noonday sun, like
+great fat crocodiles on the banks of the Nile? Look; the sailors have
+already eaten their dinners; only here and there a thin blue column of
+smoke, circles upward from some cabin chimney; the husband is lying on
+deck, under a piece of sail near his cargo of coal, and his wife
+sits beside him holding the baby in her lap, and brushing away the
+water-flies. Notice how the brown wood is relieved against the pale
+surface of the water, and behind it all, the bright sunlight effect.
+See, too, the white Pomeranian, standing on the cabin stairs barking at
+the little grey cat in the other boat? Here, in the midst of our
+elegant capital, you have a fragment of Holland, as complete as you
+could desire.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You have been in Holland?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No; I have never gone so far. But when one has seen their
+pictures and
+the excellent photographs that we have now--but stop a moment if you
+please, I must show you something else.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">They had just passed some high houses and reached a place,
+where a
+narrow, ditch-like canal, bridged where the street crossed it, emptied
+into the Spree. On one side stood the blank wall of a three-story
+factory. Opposite was a low hut, very narrow in front, but extending
+along the canal to a considerable depth. It seemed to have formerly
+opened upon the quay, by a door beside its single window, but the door
+was now walled up, and the window covered on the inner side by a dark
+cloth. This decaying little house was connected by means of an iron
+railing with its massive neighbor.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The artist leaned over the railing and gazed up the canal,
+whose dirty
+brown water flowed so sluggishly, that it seemed stagnant and gave
+forth a mouldering exhalation.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Of what does this remind you?&quot; he asked, turning to Edwin.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What do you mean by 'this'?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why, the canal, and yonder little bridge that connects the
+two banks,
+the post to which the clothes-line is fastened, and the atmospheric
+effect and coloring of the stones, which we artists call <i>tone</i>.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It bears a distant, but by no means flattering resemblance,
+to Venice
+and the Bridge of Sighs.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Right!&quot; cried the little man, who in his earnestness, failed
+to hear
+the tinge of sarcasm in Edwin's remark. &quot;True, I have not been in
+Venice myself. But friends of mine, who have visited Italy, have
+likewise been compelled to confess that this view was completely
+Venetian, at least as the city is represented in Canaletto's pictures,
+which, however, are doubtless somewhat cooler in tone, than the
+reality. However, we are in Berlin, and it is only a harmless jest when
+I talk of my lagune.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Your</i> lagune?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Certainly. I live here.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;In this--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, in this hut: you need not swallow the word. To be sure
+it is not
+a doge's palace, this place where I have lived these twenty years, but
+I would not exchange it for all the splendor of the old <i>sposo del
+mare</i>, as the Venetians called their ruler. Besides, it is pleasanter
+within than its exterior would lead one to expect. The door which is
+now walled up, was formerly the entrance to a sailor's tavern, a
+wretched, dirty wine-shop, and behind it were a few miserable rooms,
+and a hole of a kitchen. Then came the stable and the wood-dealer's
+shed, whose timber-yard, as you see, adjoins our little house. I had
+just been married, and with all my treasures of hope and happiness, was
+but a poor devil, when the host of this inn was arrested by the police
+for concealing stolen goods and for other bad practices. The lumber
+merchant would not have another dram-seller on his premises, and the
+place was not exactly suitable for any one else. So I got it at a very
+low price, had the door walled up to admit the light into my studio
+from above, and though it has cost both toil and money to efface the
+traces of the dirty inn--you shall judge for yourself if we have not at
+last succeeded.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Taking the lead, he conducted Edwin through a large gate
+across the
+spacious timber-yard. A narrow lane led between the huge piles of
+odorous pine and beech wood, directly to the &quot;hut,&quot; whose side view was
+no more aristocratic than the front.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;These six windows belong to me,&quot; said the artist with modest
+pride.
+Then he opened the low door and invited Edwin to enter.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The interior of the old barrack, apart from a certain gloom
+and
+dampness, really did look more comfortable than one would have thought
+possible from its exterior. An entry, painted in some light color, was
+hung with etchings in plain wooden frames. A door, opposite, appeared
+to open upon the canal.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Turn to the right, if you please,&quot; said the artist, &quot;the
+apartments on
+the left are our sitting-room, my daughter's little room, a kitchen,
+and a bed-chamber. Everything on the right belongs to art--according to
+my modest style, for I sleep in my studio, and even in my dreams I
+remain only the zaun-könig, and never fancy myself a Canaletto because
+I live beside a lagune.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">As he concluded he opened the door of his studio.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Certainly the low room no longer showed any trace of having
+previously
+sheltered drunken sailors, but to have painted Claude Lorraine
+atmospheres there on gloomy days would have been a difficult matter.
+Two windows opened upon the canal and the dark chimney of the next
+house interposed itself between them and every ray of sunlight. At one
+of these windows stood a low table, covered with the various tools of a
+wood-engraver; at the other, a desk-like stand, before which sat a
+young girl, absorbed in her work. Just in front of her a bouquet of
+fresh flowers stood in a little vase, and she was evidently employed in
+copying into the wreath which she was painting on a porcelain plate,
+leaves and flowers from nature. On the walls hung all sorts of
+sketches, interspersed with finished pictures which, even at a
+distance, could not fail to be recognized as &quot;genuine zaun-königs,&quot;
+while on an easel not far from the first window, stood a new
+half-finished landscape, over which the artist instantly spread a
+cloth.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You must not see me too much in négligé,&quot; he said blushing.
+&quot;I usually
+begin very awkwardly, and make a great many strokes on my little piece
+of canvas, before any clear outlines appear. But here is my daughter,
+Leah. She bears her mother's name. What are you going to say, my child?
+You will be pleased with me, for I have brought you something that you
+have long been wishing for.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At her father's first words the young girl had arisen, but, on
+perceiving the stranger she bowed modestly without moving from her
+place.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I was not conscious, dear father, of having particularly
+desired
+anything,&quot; she now said, gazing in surprise at the merry, mysterious
+face of the little man, who seemed to be revelling in her perplexity.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;'Not a teacher, child?' this very learned Herr Doctor will
+not get to
+the end of his Latin as quickly as the good young lady. But he wishes
+to ascertain how far advanced you are, before saying whether he will
+give you lessons. Come, come, you need not be frightened. The
+examination won't kill you, even if you should be obliged to rack your
+brains a little now and then. Am I not right, Herr Doctor?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The young girl, whose complexion was usually pale, crimsoned,
+and
+remained silent, as if uncertain whether to take the matter in jest or
+earnest. Edwin had time to observe her closely. She was taller than her
+father, with a firm, slender figure, and seemed to resemble him in
+nothing except the remarkably small size of her hands and feet. In the
+beautiful, but perhaps rather high forehead, or in the large, dark eyes
+which recalled her mother's race, there was no expression of
+cheerfulness; but with the exception of the eyes there was nothing
+Jewish in the face; the nose was perfectly straight, and the mouth
+possessed a certain sensual fullness, which softened the sternness of
+the other features. She had woven her thick black hair in braids, which
+she wore in a singular fashion, crossed under her chin, so that the
+pale oval face seemed set in a dark frame. A simple brown dress, worn,
+despite the prevailing fashion, without crinoline, completed the
+unusually grave appearance of the youthful figure.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At the first glance Edwin perceived that he had reason to
+congratulate
+himself on the prospect of having such a scholar.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Your father was but jesting,&quot; he said smiling. &quot;Of course
+there is no
+necessity for a thorough examination. On the contrary, if you can
+assure me, Fräulein, that you think yourself very ignorant, you shall
+be spared any further questions.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, <i>I</i> will confess that!&quot; laughed her father. &quot;But you
+won't find
+fault with the little knowledge she has acquired from school-books.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Not at all,&quot; replied Edwin, as he approached the young girl
+and looked
+at her work. &quot;You see, Fräulein, I once had to teach a young lady, who,
+during the very first lesson, overwhelmed me with such a quantity of
+learning, had so much to say about cuneated letters, Egyptian
+mythology, besides relating various narratives about art and
+literature, that, beside her, I seemed to myself like a child just
+beginning its A, B, C. To be sure her wise little head was like a
+lumber-room, where articles for the most varied and opposite uses are
+stowed side by side without order or connection. But in her innocence
+she had no suspicion of the existence of anything like clearness and
+coherence, or cause and effect, in subjects and ideas. So I paid her
+and her mother the compliment of saying that I found it impossible to
+improve the young lady's education, and withdrew as speedily as
+possible.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The father and daughter were silent. Edwin, as if thinking of
+entirely
+different matters, walked about the room examining the sketches and
+studies.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, my child?&quot; the little artist spoke inquiringly; he was
+growing
+restless, for he did not exactly understand the state of affairs.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You will not complain of me for a similar cause,&quot; the young
+girl now
+said, her voice trembling with suppressed excitement, while her eyes
+sparkled with a strange light. &quot;My case is exactly the reverse of that
+young lady's. So long as my mother taught me, all study was a pleasure.
+She did not make it easy; I was compelled to study out everything by
+myself, and I never dared to repeat anything by rote, for she chided me
+when she discovered it. Perhaps I did not learn much, or a great
+variety; but everything made a strong impression upon me, and I have
+not forgotten a word. But she died when I was yet very young, and
+afterwards when I tried to get on by myself with the aid of books
+everything seemed uninteresting, and I no longer took any pleasure in
+study. And besides all this I must hasten to confess, Herr Doctor,
+that, after all, you may not expect too much, that I have an actual
+aversion to history and geography, and no ability to remember them. On
+the contrary--but you are smiling. I expected as much; you did not
+suppose it was so bad.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And for what have you a taste, Fräulein? What is it you
+desire to
+learn? Do not take offence at my smile. It only meant, that, at your
+age, I was not very unlike you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She made no reply but cast a timid glance at her father. The
+little man
+seemed to understand it. He went to the other window, and busied
+himself with his bits of wood.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I should like,&quot; she now said in an undertone, fixing her dark
+eyes on
+the flowers in the vase, &quot;I should like to have a clear idea of many
+things which are now dark to my mind. Often when I am sitting quietly
+at work, thoughts come that frighten me. Then they vanish again,
+because I cannot detain and think them out. It is like being at night
+in a strange neighborhood during a thunder-storm; for an instant a
+flash of lightning reveals streets and alleys, and then, suddenly, all
+is dark again. Or perhaps I read a passage in a book, over which I am
+constantly compelled to reflect, longing to ask the author what he
+meant, but no answer comes. I feel,&quot; she added in a still lower tone,
+&quot;that in many things I am unlike my dear father and a friend of ours,
+the Fran Professorin Valentin, who is half a theologian, while I--well
+it is not for lack of good will if I am not like her. But what I do not
+understand has no existence for me, at least to contemplate it makes me
+unhappy rather than happy, and yet when they say that the final secrets
+of the world, and the divine thoughts, cannot be comprehended by the
+human mind, I am obliged to concede the point. Only I can have no rest
+until I learn whether we can know <i>anything</i>, and if so how much, or if
+one, who unfortunately is unable to believe what she cannot understand,
+must renounce all truth.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She stopped suddenly, as her father made a movement as if to
+rejoin
+them, and with a hasty beseeching glance at Edwin, seemed to entreat
+him not to violate the secret of the confessional.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He smiled again and turned toward the innocent little man, who
+approached. &quot;My dear Herr König,&quot; said he, &quot;your daughter has passed
+the preliminary examination with great credit. I only hope that the
+pupil may be as well satisfied with her teacher, as he expects to be
+with her. So if it suits your convenience, we will begin to-morrow, and
+I will come to you every other day at any hour in the afternoon which
+you yourselves may select.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The father looked at his daughter. &quot;I thank you sincerely,
+dear Herr
+Doctor,&quot; said he. &quot;See how the child's eyes are sparkling with
+pleasure. Now in regard to your other conditions--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I shall make but one, my dear sir: that no one shall be
+present during
+the lessons. When I give private instruction, I always insist upon this
+point. Either a public class-room, or entire privacy.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Unless you prefer some other place, Leah, you might receive
+the Herr
+Doctor in your sitting-room on the other side of the entry, where your
+writing-table stands; but I think we had better show our friend the
+whole house, that he may himself choose the best auditory.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When Edwin took his leave a half hour later, he had seen every
+nook and
+corner in the little house; the niche in the sitting-room where the
+bust of Leah's mother stood, the green sofa before it, the ivy at the
+window, the steps leading to the lagune, where a pleasant-looking old
+maid-servant was busy with her washing; glancing toward her young
+mistress, she gazed curiously at the guest, who seemed to be
+illustrating Jean Paul's pun about the <i>Lehrmeister</i>, who might become
+a <i>Mehrleister</i>, Edwin himself would never have dreamed of such a
+thing. He was very gay, and talked brilliantly as if among old
+acquaintances. Later, when he had taken his leave, and found himself in
+the street, he again paused a moment by the railing which ran alongside
+of the canal; he no longer thought it incomprehensible that the
+occupants of this insignificant &quot;hut&quot; would not have exchanged it for a
+palace.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER VIII.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">But he had not strolled far from the quay, when these newly
+made
+friends vanished from his memory as suddenly as we blow out a candle,
+and in their place appeared in most vivid hues, the vision of the
+Unknown he had seen at the opera-house. The change was so sudden, that
+he fairly started and stood still a moment to calm the beating of his
+heart. If he had met her, bodily, on the lonely street, he could not
+have been more astonished.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A bad prospect for amendment,&quot; he said to himself, with a
+half
+compassionate, half satisfied smile. He removed his hat and leaned over
+the railing. Beneath him, the river flowed noiselessly on. A dead,
+half-plucked bird floated past him, near a half-eaten apple. &quot;Poor
+thing,&quot; said Edwin, &quot;you have endured to the end, and if not to be is
+better than to be, you might be congratulated that never more will
+bright-hued dainties tempt you, or hunger gnaw at your vitals when you
+have naught else with which to satisfy its claims. Yet the sun is so
+beautiful, and apples sweet to the taste, and I doubt not that your
+worst nest was more comfortable than the filthy nothingness that bears
+you away.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He listened. Few persons and no carriages passed this spot,
+but in the
+distance he heard the hum and roar of the streets, through which rolled
+the principal stream of traffic. It was pleasant to lose his own
+identity in the vague sense of a manifold life, and yet at the same
+time to bask in solitude. But, after a time, his enjoyment began to
+pall. He turned back into the shade and walked slowly along the river
+toward the neighborhood, where by passing through a few short side
+streets, the zoölogical gardens may be reached. Here, too, it was
+lonely at this noonday hour, and his old habit of strolling here and
+there while thinking out a problem, had taught him all the paths in
+which there was the least danger of meeting any one. But to-day he had
+no desire to philosophize. On reaching his favorite spot, the
+peninsula--not far from the marble statue of the king and the Louise
+island, where a few weeks before he had developed his best thoughts for
+the prize essay, he threw himself upon the grass in the dense shade of
+the huge beeches and closed his eyes, that undisturbed he might devote
+himself to his hopeless love dream.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Despite his twenty-nine years, his feelings were precisely
+similar to
+those which fall to the lot of every one when attacked by his first
+schoolboy love: the sensation of yielding to violence, of quite
+forgetting self, and of being borne away on a flood-tide of passion, is
+so strong and so delightful, that it swallows up all other emotions and
+impulses, and the thought of possession, or even the desire for a
+responsive feeling, can scarcely arise,--or, if at all, not in the
+first stages, and in such a virgin soul as that of our philosopher. The
+very unexpectedness, aimlessness, and unreasonableness of this event,
+was to him, o'erwearied with arduous toil over abstruse thoughts, like
+bathing in a shoreless sea, where, floating, he suffered the waves to
+buoy him above the fathomless depths.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A hoarse hand-organ close by, which suddenly began to play the
+&quot;Prince
+of Arcadia,&quot; roused him rudely from the reverie in which time and place
+were both forgotten. He sprang to his feet, and sought some escape from
+the intrusive, soulless sounds. In a modest restaurant, where only a
+few plain citizens were drinking coffee, he hurriedly ate his dinner,
+and then as the seats were beginning to fill with afternoon guests, he
+hastily departed, whither he did not himself know; he was only vaguely
+conscious of a repugnance to appearing in broad daylight, in so
+helpless a condition, before the brother to whom the preceding night he
+had frankly confessed his state of mind.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">So glancing about him, he walked diagonally through the
+shrubbery,
+without any definite purpose, until he entered a broader avenue, when
+he suddenly stood still, and with a cry of joyful astonishment gazed at
+some distant object. It was at nothing more remarkable than a red and
+white striped summer waistcoat, which, as the sun was shining full upon
+it, was plainly visible. But it contained a little figure that he
+readily recognized; a boy about fourteen years old, who wore a
+high collar, a stiff cravat, a leather-colored livery jacket, and
+knee-breeches of the same material. The youngster was sitting on a
+bench in a droll old-fashioned attitude; he had placed his shining
+oil-skin hat beside him, and was engaged in smoothing his light
+hair with a little brush, glancing from time to time into a small
+hand-glass.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin would have recognized this boy among a crowd of
+miniature
+lackeys, but he had not time to look at him long. Just as he took a few
+paces forward, fully determined to question him concerning his
+mistress, a slender figure in a light summer dress and broad Florentine
+straw hat rose from the next bench, which was concealed by a drooping
+branch, glanced over her shoulder at the boy, and then holding in one
+hand the book she had been reading, and carrying a parasol lightly over
+her shoulder, she walked rapidly toward the main avenue which runs from
+the Brandebourg gate directly through the Zoölogical Garden.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Her motions were so rapid that the little fellow in the large
+gaiters
+found it difficult to overtake her, and even Edwin was compelled to
+take long strides. As he passed the bench where she had been sitting,
+he saw a ribbon lying on the ground, which, in her hasty departure, she
+seemed to have lost. He picked it up; it was a white satin book-mark,
+the ends trimmed with gold fringe, and somewhat clumsily embroidered in
+blue and black beads with the well-known symbols of faith, hope, and
+charity. This discovery detained him a moment. Meantime its owner had
+already reached an elegant carriage, which had been waiting for her
+outside, the little page had opened the door, the lady entered without
+his assistance, the horses started, and the light equipage rolled
+toward the city at a rapid pace.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But today Edwin had not only better fortune than on the day
+previous,
+but also the presence of mind necessary to seize his opportunity. An
+empty droschky was moving lazily down the road; he threw himself into
+it and promised the driver a double fare, if he would overtake the
+carriage and not lose sight of it.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">They drove through the gate, down Unter den Linden, turned to
+the right
+into Friedrichstrasse, and then to the left into the Jägerstrasse,
+where the equipage stopped before a pretty new house. The little
+servant climbed down from the box like a monkey, opened the door, and
+followed the lady, who had sprung lightly out, into the house, the
+carriage driving off at once.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin dismissed his droschky at the corner of the street, and
+now with
+a throbbing heart walked past the house several times on the opposite
+side of the street, gazing at the open windows to see whether the
+charming face would not appear at one of them. But there was nothing to
+be seen, except in one of the rooms on the second story a flower-stand
+containing magnificent palms and other broad-leaved plants, and at the
+window near by a large bird-cage with glittering gilded wires. Here,
+then, was where she lived. He had in his pocket the best possible
+excuse for introducing himself, and yet for a long time he could not
+summon up courage to enter the house and mount the stairs.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When he at last nerved himself to this, he lingered a few
+moments at
+the door, trying to recall his somewhat rusty French, in case she
+really should not understand German. Then he felt ashamed of his boyish
+timidity and pulled the bell so vigorously, that it pealed loudly
+through the silent house.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The door was instantly opened, the striped waistcoat appeared,
+and its
+owner stared at the noisy visitor, with a disapproving expression in
+his round, watery blue eyes.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Be kind enough, my little fellow,&quot; said Edwin, &quot;to inform
+your
+mistress that some one desires to speak to her, and to return something
+she has lost.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Whom have I the honor--?&quot; asked the well-trained dwarf.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The name is of no consequence. Do as I have told you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The boy disappeared, but returned in a short time, during
+which Edwin
+heard no French spoken, and said: &quot;The young lady begs you to walk in
+here a moment.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">As he spoke he opened the door of a small ante-room, furnished
+only
+with a few elegant cane chairs and a dainty marble table, on which lay
+a book and fan.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What is your name, my boy?&quot; Edwin asked the little fellow, as
+he
+seated himself with much apparent self-possession.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My real name is Hans Jacob, but my mistress calls me Jean.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Isn't this your first place, little Jean Jacques? You seem to
+be a
+precocious genius.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My first service was with a baron; then I learned to ride,
+and I had
+the reins to hold when he got out of the cabriolet, for he drove,
+himself. Here there is only a hired coachman.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And how long have you lived with this young lady?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Just a fortnight. It's a very easy place, I have every Sunday
+to
+myself; there is a chambermaid too.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Can you speak French, Jean Jacques?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The boy blushed. Edwin seemed to have wounded his pride.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The young lady speaks German,&quot; he replied. &quot;But there is her
+bell. I
+must go.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin mechanically took up the book that lay upon the little
+table.
+&quot;Balzac!&quot; said he. &quot;'Père Goriot.' After all, she is probably a
+wandering Pole or Russian; they speak all languages, and drink in
+Balzac, with their mother's milk.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He rose and glanced into the adjoining room. The little
+<i>salon</i>, into
+which the light struggled, through heavy crimson curtains, was rendered
+still darker by the wide spreading leaves of the palms. Before the
+mirror a parrot was swinging in a ring, without uttering a sound. The
+walls were dark, the ceiling wainscoted with brown wood, and on the
+black marble mantlepiece stood a heavy <i>verde antique</i> clock. The
+brightness and spaciousness of the next apartment, into which he could
+obtain but a partial glimpse through the open door, seemed greatly
+enhanced in comparison with this. Tent-like hangings with gilded rods,
+a portion of a dainty buffet with glittering silverware, and directly
+opposite to the door a little table covered with dishes, but, so far as
+he could see, furnished with but one plate. Besides these things, he
+noticed the constant chirping and fluttering of the birds in the great
+cage.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin had had ample opportunity, while teaching the young
+members of
+noble families, to compare the furnishing of the &quot;tun&quot; with the
+luxurious arrangements of city houses. Hitherto the contrast had never
+been painful to him. To-day, for the first time, he seemed to himself
+as he chanced to glance into the mirror, like the shepherd in the fairy
+tale, who wandered into a magic castle. Any attempt to improve his
+costume he gave up as hopeless, but he was about to draw from his coat
+pocket the gloves which he usually carried there, when the opposite
+door of the little ante-room unclosed, and the beautiful, bewitching
+creature entered, followed by the dwarf.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She paused upon the threshold with an air of indignant
+surprise, then
+turning to the boy she seemed to give utterance to some reproof, from
+which he defended himself in a whisper. Thus Edwin had time to look at
+her, and to recover from his own embarrassment.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Her beauty was really so remarkable, that she might have
+unsettled the
+brains of a far more discerning admirer of womankind than our
+philosopher. He had described her tolerably well to his brother the
+preceding night, but here in the broad light of day, she seemed to him
+to have assumed an entirely different appearance; her complexion was
+more brilliant, her eyes wore a more dreamy expression, and she seemed
+to possess a quiet, careless indifference, such as we see in children
+who, loving nothing and hating nothing, are troubled at nought.
+Moreover the light dress that enwrapped her like a cloud was
+particularly becoming, and her hair, with the familiar little curls on
+the neck, seemed darker from the contrast.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She greeted the stranger with a scarcely perceptible bend of
+the head.
+&quot;Herr--?&quot; she began, and looked at him inquiringly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Pardon me, Fräulein,&quot; he replied in an unconstrained manner,
+which he
+feigned with very tolerable skill, &quot;I have been unable to deny myself
+the pleasure of taking advantage of a lucky chance, and of presenting
+myself in person as the honest finder of your property. Besides, I
+hoped I might not be entirely unknown to you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You? To me?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I had the pleasure last evening of sitting next you in a box
+at the
+opera-house during the first act of the ballet.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A hasty glance from her wondering eyes scanned his face. &quot;I do
+not
+remember it,&quot; she said curtly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, I must endure the mortification,&quot; he replied smiling.
+He was
+really glad that she treated him so coldly. His pride, which had been
+intimidated by her beauty, suddenly awoke and aided him to recover his
+equanimity.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You have something to return to me?&quot; she now said in a
+somewhat
+impatient tone. &quot;I have not missed anything, but may I ask you, sir, to
+tell me--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He drew the white satin ribbon from his pocket, and held it
+out to her.
+A sudden change took place in her cold bearing. She approached him, and
+her eyes sparkled with childish delight. &quot;Ah! that,&quot; she exclaimed,
+&quot;yes, indeed, that does belong to me. I must have dropped it scarcely
+an hour ago, and so have had no time to miss it. Thanks--a thousand
+thanks. It is a keepsake.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She took it from his hand, and in so doing vouchsafed him her
+first
+friendly glance, then with a bow which resembled a sign of dismissal,
+she moved a step backward toward the door. But he remained motionless
+in the same spot.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You know, Fräulein,&quot; said he, &quot;that an honest finder is
+entitled to a
+suitable reward. Would you think me presumptuous, if I asked you to
+answer a question?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What is it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Whether you embroidered the bookmark yourself?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why do you wish to know that?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;From a certainly very indiscreet curiosity; because I should
+draw from
+it all sorts of inferences about the character of the fair owner. You
+know, Fräulein, the style reveals the individual, and we must judge
+those who do not write books by some piece of handiwork.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She looked at him quietly, as if she considered it beneath her
+dignity
+even to let him perceive that his jesting tone annoyed her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;This is not my work,&quot; she replied; &quot;under other
+circumstances, I
+should have been very indifferent to its loss, for it is not even
+pretty. But it is a present from my youngest sister, who put it in my
+hymn-book the day I was confirmed.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Strange!&quot; he said, as if to himself.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What is strange?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That book-marks, as well as books, have their destinies. From
+a
+hymn-book to Balzac!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Balzac? How to you know--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I beg your pardon, Fräulein; while I was waiting for you, I
+opened
+yonder book. Do you read French works from preference?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Her eyes again rested on him with an expression of
+astonishment. This
+stranger, who was evidently only seeking some pretext to question or
+intrude himself upon her, was making her uncomfortable. But while
+meeting his calm gaze, she could find no words to dismiss him abruptly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Certainly,&quot; she replied. &quot;My father accustomed me to French
+literature; he was a German it is true, but he lived a long time in
+Paris. His books recalled old memories.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And do you like them? 'Père Goriot,' for instance?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He at least interests me. The French is so pure, and--the
+style is so
+good. To be sure, many things make me angry. Those heartless daughters,
+who so quietly permit their old father to ruin himself for them--it is
+horrible.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Thank you, Fräulein,&quot; he eagerly replied. &quot;I am glad that is
+your
+opinion. Good style, but bad music. Yet it is strange what a clever
+author can do. If we met such people in real life, I think we should
+refuse to associate with them. In books we submit to the most
+disagreeable society.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She seemed about to make some reply, but at that moment a
+chambermaid
+entered and said a few words in a low tone.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I will come directly,&quot; answered her young mistress, and then
+turned to
+Edwin. &quot;Excuse me, sir, I am called away. Accept my best thanks again.
+Jean, show the gentleman to the door.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The lad instantly stepped forward, but Edwin did not seem to
+notice
+him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I should like to ask one more question,&quot; said he.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Sir--?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I obtained a glimpse of your charming rooms through the open
+doors.
+Everything that the most capricious fancy can desire seems to be
+supplied, with the exception of what is to me a necessity of life.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You mean--?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A small library. Even the copy of Balzac, I see you have
+ordered from
+a circulating library. Pardon my frankness, Fräulein, but I do not
+understand how such beautiful fingers can touch a book which has
+already been on so many tables and passed through so many hands of
+doubtful cleanliness.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He saw her blush and cast an almost startled glance at the
+book on the
+little marble table.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I have not been here long,&quot; she replied, &quot;and as yet have
+given no
+thought to procuring books.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then permit me to put my little stock at your disposal. True,
+it is
+not very rich in French literature, but if you have no aversion to
+German books--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I know so little about them,&quot; she replied with evident
+embarrassment,
+which lent to her features a still greater charm than their former
+aristocratic indifference. &quot;There was not much conversation on
+literature in my parents' house. Just think, I have scarcely read
+anything by G&#339;the.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So much the better, for great pleasures are then in store for
+you. If
+you have no objection, I will take the liberty of bringing you a few
+volumes to-morrow.&quot; She seemed to reflect upon the proposal. &quot;I cannot
+possibly permit you to take so much trouble for a total stranger. I
+will send to a bookseller.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Are you afraid that I shall again intrude upon you in
+person?&quot; he
+asked, pausing at the door. &quot;I promise, Fräulein, that I will only
+consider myself your messenger, and deliver the books at the outer
+door. Or have you no confidence in my discretion, because I honestly
+confessed my curiosity?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She looked at him intently a moment, and then said: &quot;very
+well, bring
+me what you please; I shall be grateful. Adieu!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">With these words, she slightly bent her head and disappeared
+in the
+adjoining room. No choice was left Edwin but to retire also.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When he reached the entrance-hall of the house and the door
+had closed
+behind him, he paused and closed his eyes, as if to collect his
+thoughts. Again he saw her standing before him in her beauty and with
+her haughty ease of manner, and a great sorrow, he knew not why,
+overpowered him. Little as he knew of life in the great world, or the
+<i>demi monde</i>, he was convinced that all was not right with this
+enchanted princess, since she merely dwelt like a rare bird in a gilded
+cage, no longer her own mistress. Then again when he thought of her
+calm, wondering, childish eyes, and of the little proud mouth and the
+full lips, which quivered slightly when she was considering an answer
+to one of his questions, it seemed impossible to attach a thought of
+guilt or depravity to this mysterious life.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">His own passion at the moment was completely forgotten in his
+unselfish
+interest in her fate. And yet he did not know much more about her than
+he knew an hour before. Not even her name, for it was not on the door.
+And from whom could he inquire about her, even if he had not an
+instinctive aversion to all underhanded measures?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Just at that moment fortune again befriended him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A stout middle-aged woman in a bonnet and shawl, with a little
+basket
+on her arm, slowly descended the stairs; it was with evident surprise
+that she saw a stranger lingering in the hall, and, with the air of one
+responsible for the order of the house, she asked whom he wished to
+see. He replied that he had only brought back an article belonging to
+the young lady within, which he had found, and that he was just
+leaving; then pausing a few steps before her, as she followed him on
+foot, he murmured absently: &quot;What a pity!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At this the woman stopped also, standing with one arm akimbo.
+&quot;What is
+a pity?&quot; she asked. &quot;What do you know about my lodgers, sir, that you
+dare to make use of such a sympathizing expression. I beg, sir, to
+inform you that there is no one in my house who stands in need of
+pity.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well,&quot; he said frankly, &quot;I meant no harm. But, judging from
+her
+surroundings, the young lady seems to belong to an aristocratic family,
+and yet she lives so secludedly; who knows what sad reasons--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">As he spoke he began to descend the steps; the woman, however,
+stood
+still, leaned against the banister, seemingly unable to resist the
+temptation to display her superior knowledge of the world.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Aristocratic?&quot; she said with a slight shrug of the shoulders.
+&quot;Gracious me! It's all in her clothes, and Heaven knows how long the
+finery will last. I suppose you think the silk curtains, and the
+elegant furniture, and the silver all belong to her! Only hired, my
+dear sir! They don't even belong to me, for I have never rented
+furnished rooms; one can easily lose one's good name through people who
+don't even own their own beds. My name is Sturzmüller, and I've had
+this house these ten years; I'm a widow I'd have you know, and no man
+can breathe a word against me, and as for the aristocratic young lady
+up stairs, if I don't soon find out all about her, I'll ask her a price
+that will astonish her. I want no lodgers over whom people shake their
+heads and say 'it is a pity'!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">So saying she walked sturdily down stairs past Edwin, and
+seemed to
+have finished all that she had to say.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But now it was his turn to pause.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So you, too, do not know what to make of this wonderful
+vision?&quot; he
+asked in feigned surprise, while his heart beat violently from
+excitement. &quot;Surely she has not concealed her name!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The woman turned and looked again at her interrogator, as if
+to judge
+from his appearance if he was really as innocent as his questions would
+imply, or some cunning spy who wanted to draw her out. But his honest
+face, as well as his plain yet respectable attire, appeared to allay
+her suspicions.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Her name!&quot; she muttered. &quot;What do I care for a name? Toinette
+Marchand--can't anybody call herself that and yet in reality bear a
+name quite unlike it? Besides, it's none of my business what my lodgers
+call themselves, provided I know where they come from and what they
+are. But this one, why, would you believe it! during all this fortnight
+I am not a whit the wiser as to whether she is really a respectable
+person, or a bit of plated ware; you understand? The truth is, I rented
+the rooms in the second story to Count ----, --but I must not mention
+his name--who had them furnished in this way, for a cousin, he said.
+What he meant by a 'cousin' one can easily guess, but we can't reform
+the world, sir, and if I were to play conscience-keeper to my lodgers,
+I should have enough to do. So at last everything was finished, as
+pretty as a doll's house; it must have cost the count a pile of money!
+and, after all, the cousin snapped her fingers at him and gave him the
+slip. It was some one belonging to the opera-house, the valet
+afterwards told me; a light-minded creature, who ran away one fine day
+with a Russian. Well, it was all the same to me. I received my rent
+regularly every quarter, could walk over the beautiful carpets in the
+empty rooms if I chose, and was not even obliged to connive at a breach
+of morality. But one fine morning--I was just watering the palms on the
+flower-stand--the count came marching in with a beautiful Frenchwoman,
+not the cousin, but--who? Ah, that is the question. He treated her very
+respectfully, but while she was looking around he told me, in a
+whisper, to represent that the furniture would be rented with the
+apartments, but to charge no more than twelve thalers a month. Well, I
+was ready enough to have my rent increased if she wanted to pay that
+amount, and besides that price is very low for five such rooms, with a
+kitchen and cellar. The young lady was charmed with them, took
+possession at once, and ordered her trunks to be brought from the
+railway station, I was to provide a servant to bring her meals from the
+restaurant, the maid and the little footman she hired herself. Well,
+since then though I've often asked whether I could be of any service, I
+have never exchanged twenty words with her. Did you ever hear of such a
+thing? So haughty and hardened at her age?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And the count?&quot; said Edwin.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That is the strangest part of all. Since that first day, when
+he went
+away directly, he hasn't set his foot across her threshold. I haven't
+even caught a glimpse of the valet, from whom I might have learned
+something. Heaven knows what has happened--perhaps they quarreled at
+the very beginning. However, it seems to trouble her very little; she
+certainly lacks nothing,--horses and carriages, the most elegant
+dresses, tickets to the theatre,--well, my good sir, you and I don't
+pay for it, so it's no concern of ours. But something's wrong, that's
+certain. Nothing times nothing is nothing, and I've never had anything
+of the kind happen to me. You won't believe me, but she never permits a
+living soul in the shape of man to cross her threshold. Not at any hour
+of the day or night, I tell you, for though I live on the third story,
+I know every cat that goes in and out, and besides her maid is by no
+means close-mouthed. Now I put it to you, would one so young, as
+handsome as a picture, and with so much money, be so much alone if
+there wasn't something to conceal, something for the new 'Pitaval,' you
+understand,--no, no, I won't have such proceedings in my house;
+'everything open and above-board,' that's my motto, for what would be
+the use of a good character, if some fine day the police should come in
+upon me! But you will make no bad use of what I have said; I could not
+help speaking out, and my words and acts needn't shun the light. Yes,
+yes, dear sir, there is much to be learned from God's word.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">While uttering these sentences, broken by numerous pauses, she
+had
+reached the street door; here, taking a friendly farewell of Edwin, she
+crossed the street to a shop.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He, too, turned away. He had not the courage to look back at
+the second
+story windows from the other side of the street; the fair occupant
+might think it strange that he was still hanging about the house. And
+yet how much he would have given, for even a fleeting glance which
+might dispel the dense cloud of suspicion and sorrow, which during the
+loquacious gossip of the landlady had fallen more and more heavily on
+his heart.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER IX.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">Meantime Reginchen's birthday had been celebrated in the
+Dorotheen-strasse.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">First of all came the dinner in her parents' great
+sitting-room, at
+which, as usual, the journeymen and apprentices were present. Madame
+Feyertag insisted that, before coming to the table, each should wash
+his hands at the pump, and brush his jacket. To-day this ceremony,
+which frequently was somewhat hurried, was performed with a
+thoroughness that proved the homage each offered his master's daughter
+to be no mere formality, but an offering from the heart. The head
+journeyman had even availed himself of his superior social position, so
+far as to appear with a bouquet, which, with a few well-chosen words,
+he presented to the blushing child. Madame Feyertag pretended not to
+notice this. She seemed to have some suspicion that the worthy man
+might consider it a standing tradition in the family, that the head
+journeyman must marry the master's daughter, and though she herself had
+experienced the blessings of such a <i>mésalliance</i>, she hoped for a
+better match for her only daughter. The shoemaker had no such
+aspirations. When he reflected upon the past, he remembered very
+different attentions, which even without any festal occasion, he had
+paid the female members of his master's family. He was in a very good
+humor, eat three large pieces of the famous plum cake, and finally
+ordered two bottles of wine to be brought from the cellar, in which he
+drank Reginchen's health in a speech, that spite of the strange
+admixture of fatherly tenderness and incomprehensible allusions to
+Schopenhauer, was admired by all the journeymen as a pattern of
+oratorical art.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Yet despite all this, the solemn meal did not last more than
+half an
+hour, and it was exactly half-past twelve when the little heroine of
+the day, according to her usual custom, carried the brothers' dinner up
+to the &quot;tun.&quot; The low price which they paid for their board did not
+admit of their being served with food more dainty than that with which
+the people in the workroom were forced to content themselves, but
+Madame Feyertag, who had a kind heart and felt an almost maternal
+solicitude for Balder on account of his beauty and delicate health,
+always remembered to keep some of the best pieces for her boarders
+before supplying her own people.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When Reginchen entered the second story room, delighted with
+the
+festivities of the day, and proud of the large piece of birthday cake
+that fell to the brothers' lot, she was surprised to find no one but
+Balder, who was sitting at his turning-lathe, and who, at her
+appearance, hastily concealed something in the pocket of his working
+blouse. She was afraid that, as had often happened, she would be
+obliged to carry the dinner down again to be kept warm, and her
+brother, the machinist, was to come for her precisely at one. But when
+Balder told her that Edwin would not dine at home to-day, she
+brightened up again, laid the table quickly and as daintily as the
+simple dishes would permit, and placed in the middle the plate of cake,
+which she had adorned with a few flowers from the head journeyman's
+bouquet. Then she stood before her work with an expression of
+mischievous delight, and called to Balder to sit down and not let the
+dinner grow cold.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Dear Reginchen,&quot; said the youth, as he limped forward with an
+embarrassed air, &quot;I have no beautiful flowers like George. Nothing
+green and blooming grows upon my bench, you know. But, I too, should
+like to recognize your eighteenth birthday to the best of my ability,
+and that not by merely eating your nice cake. Will you accept as a
+keepsake this little box, which I have made myself? I am sorry that you
+will have to fill it for yourself, for I have not had time to buy
+thimble, silk, needles, and all the other things it should contain.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He drew forth the dainty polished article, and handed it to
+her,
+opening it as he did so, that she might see the inside. A flush of joy
+crimsoned her round blooming face. But she thought it due to her good
+breeding, not to accept the gift at once.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh! Herr Walter,&quot; she said, smoothing her fair hair with both
+hands,--it was a habit she had when embarrassed,--&quot;Did I not beg you to
+make me no more presents? My mother will scold again, for she thinks
+you work too much already, and that you ought to take more care of
+yourself. You must have toiled for weeks over such a pretty thing as
+this--and I--it is too good for me--it is <i>too</i> lovely--is it really
+mine? If I only knew what I could do--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Shall I tell you, Reginchen?&quot; he said, and his pale cheeks
+flushed
+also--&quot;sit down opposite me a little while; it is so dismal to eat
+alone, and I should like to feel merry on your birthday, else how could
+I enjoy the cake your kind mother has sent? If you leave me alone I
+dare say I shan't be able to touch a mouthful of it, out of pure sorrow
+for my own loneliness on such a holiday.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He had a voice that was hard to resist, and the young girl was
+so full
+of compassion for his situation and so full of childish delight in her
+gift, that she instantly pushed a chair up to the little table and sat
+down opposite him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I really ought not to stay here any longer than is necessary
+to bring
+up the dinner and afterward to carry down the dishes again,&quot; she said,
+with a roguish affectation of secrecy. &quot;But my mother won't be on the
+watch to-day. She doubtless thinks I am making ready for the excursion,
+but Fritz won't be here before one. He has only obtained leave to be
+away for the afternoon, and has to come all the way from Moabit. Pray
+do tell me, Herr Walter, how can you bear to live as you do? But you
+are letting the soup get cold.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She eagerly pushed toward him the dish, for which he seemed to
+have no
+special desire, and with the most charmingly officious coquetry she put
+the spoon into his hand.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To live so?&quot; he repeated, smiling, as he ate the soup. &quot;I
+don't know
+how a man could live any better. A dinner before me fit for a prince,
+while the sun shines on the green leaves before the open window, and
+the little hostess herself condescends to serve me--I should be a
+monster of ingratitude if I could desire anything better.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh! nonsense,&quot; replied the young girl shaking her head. &quot;You
+are only
+joking, you know very well what I mean. Is it not almost two years
+since you have been out of the house? It would kill me to stay in the
+same place all the time.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Because you are a little wagtail, Reginchen. Or must I not
+call you
+that any more, now that you are eighteen years old? But I think you
+will retain all your life the same activity that you showed five years
+ago when we came here and when you carried my brother's books up-stairs
+one by one, to enable you to run up and down more frequently. Now
+jumping, you see, is not exactly my forte. But there is one peculiarity
+about the pleasures a man enjoys: if he can't pursue them himself, they
+are kind enough to come to him, and the happy hours that I have passed
+up here during the last five years cannot be counted.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Because, as mother always says, you are so moderate in your
+wants, and
+so contented with everything.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh! not at all, Reginchen. Your kind mother has a false
+opinion of me.
+On the contrary, I am very much spoiled, I am by no means contented
+with everything, and that is the very reason that I have no desire to
+go out among the crowd of rude, coarse people, who are nothing to me,
+to witness their self-torment in their endeavor to kill time, and to
+lose the consciousness of their miserable, paltry, joyless lives; how
+by means of bustle and fine dressing they try to appear to be something
+which they are not, and standing on a huge pile of thalers which they
+have scraped together Heaven knows how, attempt to pass themselves off
+as great men. And now compare my life with all that, Reginchen:
+constantly in the society of such a brother, possessing a few good
+friends, just enough not to forget that even the best of men are not
+Edwins, so well taken care of in such a pretty, comfortable house, with
+no anxieties, and--besides--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He hesitated and his color heightened. &quot;Will you pass me the
+plate of
+greens, Reginchen?&quot; he asked, to conceal his embarrassment.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She did not seem to notice it.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That is all very well,&quot; she said. &quot;But, Herr Walter, are you
+not
+always sick, and do you not have to bear a great deal of pain? And
+health, it is said, is the greatest blessing.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He pushed back his plate and looked at her with such a light
+in his
+blue eyes, that she grew a little embarrassed in her turn, and secretly
+wondered whether she had said anything stupid or childish. To-day, for
+the first time, she felt ill at ease in this gentle, cheerful presence,
+confessing to herself, however, at the same time, that he was really
+very handsome, as her mother had always said, and as, before, she would
+never admit, since all sickness and repose was distasteful to her
+bright, active temperament.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Dear Reginchen,&quot; he said, &quot;you are eighteen years old to-day,
+and it
+is allowable for me to tell you, that many, nay most things, which
+people repeat among themselves, are the very opposite of the truth.
+Health, for instance, which is considered a necessary condition to
+happiness, affords no more and no less than any of the other gifts so
+commonly desired: wealth, talent, beauty, and so forth. Whether or not
+these blessings will make a man happy, depends mainly upon whether he
+knows how to use them. I was once acquainted with a man who never had
+even a finger ache. But he did not value the gift of health,
+principally because he had never been sick, regarding it as he regarded
+respiration as a matter of course; his health, moreover, gave him an
+opportunity to make life a burden to himself and every one about him,
+because he had never learned to restrain his rude strength. It was not
+until he met with an accident, and was dependent, in his pain and
+helplessness, upon others, did he learn anything about human love and
+the thousand little joys of life, which he had formerly despised. Yet,
+Reginchen, I don't wish to persuade you to exchange with me. It would
+be hard for such a wagtail to be compelled to limp about, or to sit
+still. But sincerely as I hope that all your life you may keep your
+perfect health, yet I am sure that should it be otherwise, you would
+learn to understand me, and perceive--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Here he was interrupted by a knock at the door. A servant
+entered, and
+casting a sly inquisitive glance at the young pair who seemed so
+absorbed in each other, dragged a basket into the room: &quot;Dr. Marquard
+had sent the medicine he mentioned, and would call in a few days to see
+whether it had produced the proper effect.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When he departed with a roguish &quot;Wish you joy!&quot; Balder rose,
+exclaiming: &quot;Well, Reginchen, won't you confess now, that I am one of
+the luckiest fellows under the sun? If I had two sound legs like Edwin,
+who knows where I might be wandering at this moment. But instead of
+that, here I am enjoying an enviable hour, celebrating your birthday
+with a cosy dinner in the company of the heroine of the occasion, with
+flowers and plum cake for dessert, and, just at the right moment, when
+the conversation was growing a little serious, some excellent wine
+arrives, with which we may drink ourselves merry again. You need not
+get a corkscrew. Here is an auger on my bench. Do you know, we two will
+do a charity in opening one of these bottles. The wine is really
+intended for Edwin; he is to drink it to strengthen him. But this
+otherwise perfect mortal is somewhat hard to manage in certain things.
+He would be quite capable, from pure obstinacy, of sending back the
+whole basket,--though it comes from an old friend,--because our
+finances will not usually permit us to indulge in this luxury. So I
+must make him believe the wine was prescribed for me as well as
+himself, and as we share everything, he will finally drink it with me.
+Come, Reginchen. You will have to content yourself with a tumbler, we
+have not yet reached the dignity of crystal drinking-cups. Your
+<i>health</i>, and may that blessing be accompanied by so many others, that
+you will never be able to discover how paltry a possession it is in
+itself alone.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He handed her a glass, and they clinked them merrily together
+after a
+little hesitation on Reginchen's part; she feared the wine would go to
+her head. She only sipped a little, but Balder emptied his glass at a
+single draught, and then stepping quickly to the open window, and
+before she could understand what he was about to do, he threw the empty
+glass down into the courtyard where it was shattered in pieces.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Good heavens,&quot; she exclaimed, &quot;what are you doing?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Celebrating your birthday, Reginchen,&quot; he answered gaily,
+approaching
+her and taking her hand. &quot;May I not prove not only that I am very well,
+but that I am also rich enough to throw something away? He who has
+something to spare cannot be in want. And now farewell, dear Reginchen;
+I hear your brother's voice down stairs. When wearied with pleasure you
+lie down to rest to-night, remember that some one less light-footed
+than you, rejoices that you came into the world eighteen years ago
+to-day.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In spite of the warning that she must go, he held her hand so
+firmly
+that her blush grew deeper and deeper. Suddenly, with a quick turn of
+the wrist she broke away from him, and hastily collecting the dishes,
+said: &quot;I will bring you a bouquet of cornflowers, if they are still in
+bloom. Good-bye, Herr Walter, and thank you again for your beautiful
+present. My mother is right: you are the best man in the whole world.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">With these words she ran out of the door.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He listened till the sound of her quick steps died away below,
+then a
+shadow of sorrowful thought flitted over his face. He went to a drawer
+that was constructed in the lower part of his turning-lathe, and
+unlocking it, took out a portfolio containing scattered leaves which
+seemed to be covered with verses. Turning them over he read a little
+here and there for a time, then placing Reginchen's almost untasted
+glass of wine before him, he sat down, and occasionally taking a sip
+from the glass, began to write a poem.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><img src="images/p84.png" alt="Reginchen and Balder"></p>
+
+
+<p class="center">Reginchen and Balder.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">About an hour elapsed in this manner. His delicate, almost
+girlish
+features grew brighter; from time to time, with an eager gesture, he
+tossed back his thick fair hair, gazed out at the sun-gilded top of the
+acacia-tree and up at the patch of blue sky, that peered in upon him
+over the old roof. Happiness, repose, and a divine cheerfulness beamed,
+the longer he wrote, on brow and cheeks.</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p class="t5">They say I am ill. And it well may be;</p>
+<p class="t5">Yet I feel no sorrow, from pain am free.</p>
+<p class="t4">The current of life flowing swiftly on</p>
+<p class="t5">In sunlight I see,</p>
+<p class="t4">And sit on the shore, where the flowers bloom.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t5">Oh! murmur of waves, soft breeze that blesses,</p>
+<p class="t5">Air, water, light,--how sweet your caresses!</p>
+<p class="t4">Do you not beckon to me from the boat,</p>
+<p class="t5">Child with gold tresses?</p>
+<p class="t4">Ah! yes, she beckons--and onward will float!</p>
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<div style="margin-left:5em">
+<p class="t6">If ye fade from sight,</p>
+<p class="t7">Oh! star-like eyes,</p>
+<p class="t6">And bereft of light,</p>
+<p class="t7">Vain are my sighs,</p>
+<p class="t6">Joy's radiant glow</p>
+<p class="t6">E'en 'mid my woe</p>
+<p class="t7">Will aye remain.</p>
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="t6">Oh! blessed sun</p>
+<p class="t5">Of love and purity,</p>
+<p class="t5">Glad soul, from guile so free,</p>
+<p class="t6">How bright thy rays!</p>
+<p class="t5">My flower of life unfolds to thee--</p>
+<p class="t6">Thou dost not dream--how short its days!</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="normal">Again, for a short time, he rested, employing his pen
+meanwhile by
+sketching a framework of flowers and vines for the verses; he had
+written the stanzas without a single erasure or the alteration of a
+rhyme. This was no art-exercise which he pursued in order to fancy
+himself a poet, (on the contrary, he declared that the real poet was
+Edwin, only that he was too proud to let his light shine); it was only
+a kind of soliloquy, and by writing down these improvisations, instead
+of merely murmuring them to himself, he simply increased and prolonged
+his solitary pleasure. He always carried in his own pocket the key of
+the drawer where he kept the papers, and even Edwin, from whom he
+usually had no secrets, was not permitted to touch this hidden
+treasure.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He now took another sheet, and wrote the following lines:--</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p class="t6">To <i>this</i> lot assigned,</p>
+<p class="t6">This joy once possessed,</p>
+<p class="t6">Say, can one so blessed</p>
+<p class="t6">On earth be sad?</p>
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t6">To cool my heart's fire,</p>
+<p class="t7">By answering love,</p>
+<p class="t6">To feel the desire,</p>
+<p class="t7">Man's brother to prove;</p>
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t6">Firm in purity,</p>
+<p class="t7">By beauty inspired,</p>
+<p class="t6">Ere of life weary</p>
+<p class="t7">By death required;</p>
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t6">The great mystery</p>
+<p class="t7">Vaguely believing,</p>
+<p class="t6">Germs of truth in the</p>
+<p class="t7">Soul's depths perceiving,</p>
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t6">Truth-germs unfolding</p>
+<p class="t7">In the light given,</p>
+<p class="t6">Joyfully holding</p>
+<p class="t7">The rain from heaven,</p>
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t6">A spark of divine fire</p>
+<p class="t7">Into the heart hurled,</p>
+<p class="t6">Kindles with pure desire</p>
+<p class="t7">A child of the world.</p>
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t6">To <i>this</i> lot assigned,</p>
+<p class="t6"><i>This</i> joy once possessed,</p>
+<p class="t6">Say, can one so blessed</p>
+<p class="t6">On earth be sad?</p>
+
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">Yet hours may come when the spirit will fail,<br>
+Petty cares, like a swarm of flies, assail;<br>
+Midst the current of life, with gasping breath,<br>
+Waiting I stand, for the summons of death.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">Doubting, I question if earth is to me<br>
+So grand, so blissful a reality;<br>
+Outweighing all the burdens of my life,<br>
+My aimless days of fruitless toil and strife.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">Sternly denied the brightest joys of earth,<br>
+My homely toil no laurel-wreath is worth;<br>
+If, wearied of the slowly passing time,<br>
+A child should break the clock, would'st call it crime?</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">O death!--but hark! now a bright footstep nears,<br>
+Bright eyes are sparkling, and a glad voice cheers;<br>
+My sinking spirit, roused from inward strife,<br>
+No longer asketh--Shall I live this life?</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="normal">He sat still for some time with a smile on his lips, then his
+face grew
+graver and he sighed, as if to relieve his oppressed heart and to shake
+off some thought that troubled him. On the paper that lay upon his
+knees his pencil sketched a profile, which was unmistakably Edwin's.
+The thoughts that occupied his mind seemed again to crave utterance in
+words, but just at that moment he heard some one come up stairs with a
+familiar, heavy tread. A slight shade of annoyance flitted across his
+brow, he hastily thrust the portfolio back into the drawer, carefully
+locked it, and then resumed his work at the turning-lathe, but the
+visitor who now entered with a melancholy &quot;Good evening, Balder,&quot;
+beheld a friendly face, in which there was no sign of the youth's
+unwillingness to be disturbed in his solitary intercourse with the
+muses.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER X.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">The new comer was a singular-looking person of middle height,
+clad in
+coarse but neat clothes, who looked like a workman just returning from
+his labor. The insignificant form was surmounted by a compact head,
+adorned with thick shining black hair and beard, which seemed to
+harmonize with the body as little as the large hands and feet. Yet the
+homely pale face was rendered attractive by its expression of innocent,
+almost childlike simplicity, and if the melancholy man, which seldom
+happened, opened his thick red lips in a smile, fine white teeth
+glittered through the coal-black whiskers, and the eyes under the heavy
+brows could beam with a glance at once so soft and so fiery that it
+might well win a maiden's heart.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Such was the expression with which, when he met Balder and
+when no
+cloud darkened his honest mind, he used to gaze at the youth, for whom
+he cherished a really enthusiastic, almost sentimental tenderness. He
+never expressed it in words, of which he was usually very sparing, but
+even to the most superficial observer it was touching to see what power
+the youth's warm, sunny nature exerted over his rough, bushy-haired
+companion, so many years his senior. It was a real &quot;secret love,&quot; which
+year by year had increased in strength and enthusiastic ardor, and
+which would have found no test too severe. All the grace and harmonious
+charms of life that had been denied to himself, he loved in this
+beautiful, noble young friend, and in so doing had almost become a
+little faithless to the other brother, who possessed older claims to
+his friendship.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">As Edwin was carrying his portfolio to school for the first
+time, a
+slender timid little fellow, who was going the same way and belonged to
+the same class, joined him. He was the seventh son of a surgeon,
+Franzelius by name, who lived in the neighborhood; he could with
+difficulty support his family, and yet his principal ambition was to
+send them all to college. By means of free instruction, gratuitous
+board and stipends, this was at last accomplished, and toward it
+Edwin's parents had done their part, by supplying Reinhold, the
+youngest, their son's daily companion, with his dinner. But even
+Edwin's patient efforts to thaw his shy schoolmate, were not entirely
+successful. The wretched life which was lived in his parent's home
+seemed to oppress his heart more and more, when he returned from the
+table of kind people in easy circumstances, to a house where it was
+necessary to count the outgoing of every penny. At a very early age he
+began to reflect upon the difference in the division of worldly goods,
+though without bitterness, for he neither conceived nor cherished any
+unattainable desires. It was rather his parents' anxious fears that
+constantly made him ponder over the mystery; how had these great
+discrepancies arisen, how they might perhaps be remedied, until
+good-natured and unselfish as he was, he would, even as a boy, fly into
+the most violent passion at the bare mention of his fixed idea. When,
+in studying Roman history, he came upon the Agrarian laws and the times
+of the Gracchi, he composed an essay, in which with boyish impetuosity
+he defended the most revolutionary opinions, gaining for himself the
+nickname of &quot;Franzelius Gracchus,&quot; which clung to him as long as he
+remained at school.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Then the fate that befell the brothers dissolved the school
+friendship,
+until many years after, Edwin met this half-forgotten comrade in
+Berlin. In outward appearance he had changed very much. The thin, shy
+boy, had become a sturdy, black-bearded, defiant youth, a person whom
+all well-bred and well-dressed people would avoid in the street,
+especially in winter, when a coarse red shawl, which he wore twisted
+around his neck, contributed not a little to the oddity of his
+appearance. In mind and disposition he had remained exactly the same;
+awkward, silent, and gentle, but as soon as his fixed idea was touched,
+would burst into a flood of stormy eloquence that swept all before it.
+Edwin had also had occasion, in student circles, to perceive how the
+same man, who in a small company could scarcely finish his sentences
+properly, and in individual debate was easily confused and silenced,
+would fearlessly address a crowd. He had a vehemently dogmatic mind,
+together with the nature of a true agitator, and he liked to utter the
+few cardinal principles of his belief in full, ringing tones, but he
+required for his encouragement, the echo of listening multitudes. Then
+the deeper water, in which he felt at ease, supported and bore him on,
+while, when out of the channel, he instantly became uncertain, and from
+diffidence, especially in the presence of Edwin's intellect and
+knowledge, he easily yielded, and ceased firing his heavy rhetorical
+artillery.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But it was not only Edwin's superiority that attracted him. He
+had
+become warmly attached to his old friend for a very different reason.
+That he should now find the latter--whom as the petted child of parents
+in comfortable circumstances, he had always beheld on the farther side
+of a wide social gulf--dependent on his own exertions, and living
+almost as plainly as he himself lived, secretly afforded him pleasure,
+much as he wished him all possible prosperity. It threw down the
+barriers between them and placed him on the same footing as his former
+schoolfellow, but he was completely melted when Balder, whom he had
+known and petted as a little boy, joined his brother, and with his
+turning-lathe took up likewise the character of a &quot;workman&quot; in the true
+sense of the word. According to his father's desire he himself had
+studied law and had passed his first examination very creditably.
+But as soon as old Franzelius closed his eyes, Reinhold with his
+Gracchus-like scorn, became faithless to his career, apprenticed
+himself to a printer, and regularly served his time. Now for the first
+time his heart burst its bonds. He felt himself, in affliction, the
+equal of his brothers &quot;the workmen,&quot; and resolved to devote all his
+energies to the improvement of their lot.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">While at the university he had devoted himself to the study of
+political economy and various similar subjects, albeit in his somewhat
+cursory way; so now, for the furtherance of his object, he embodied in
+small pamphlets or sometimes even in single sheets brief discussions on
+what he considered the vital questions of the proletarian. These
+impetuous essays, written sometimes in a very <i>dilettante</i> style, he
+composed and printed himself in his leisure hours and distributed
+gratuitously among the working population, over which by degrees he
+obtained great influence. He brought the brothers also these little
+&quot;fire brands,&quot; as he called them, with which he endangered the fields
+of the Philistines, and was delighted when Balder, in his gentle way,
+examined each one, though often arguing against them, while Edwin
+accepted the pamphlets with a good natured jest, but could rarely be
+drawn into a discussion.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">For Edwin was sincerely attached to the worthy fellow. He
+could still
+see him sitting in the jacket that had been given him, at his beautiful
+mother's table, timidly taking the smallest portions from the dishes
+offered. But keenly alive to the nature and connection of intellectual
+questions, he possessed moreover, a mind as dogmatically intrenched, as
+the agitator's was inaccessible, and so willingly avoided useless
+discussions. Yet he always felt that something was amiss, if he did not
+see at the usual time the honest, somewhat care worn face, that always
+incited him to a brilliant display of fireworks in the shape of little
+witticisms and old school boy jokes, until the thick lips under the
+bushy beard parted, the white teeth glittered, and the lines between
+the heavy eye-brows grew smooth. Then the gloomy enthusiast could sit
+down at the brother's table and share their frugal supper, with as much
+childish pleasure as if no social questions were disturbing his soul.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But to-day an unusually dark shadow rested upon his brow which
+contrary
+to custom even Balder could not succeed in dispelling. He evidently had
+some trouble, which, with his usual slowness, he could not instantly
+put into words. Blundering around the room and wiping his broad
+forehead with a flowered handkerchief, he had at last fallen into a
+deep reverie before the table on which the plate of plum cake still
+stood. Balder had invited him to eat some, and related what a great
+occasion, Reginchen's birthday, had been celebrated by this luxurious
+revelry. The singular man had remained perfectly mute, seated himself
+at the table with a heavy sigh, and resting his head on his hands
+stared as persistently at the nice slices of cake as if they revealed
+to him the solution of the social problem, as the arcanum of the world
+flashed upon Jacob Böhmen from a tin dish. Balder had given up talking
+to him; he was accustomed to such moods and perfectly satisfied to work
+at his turning lathe and devote himself to his own thoughts.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Such was the state of affairs in which Edwin found them, when
+an hour
+after he returned home. At first he was vexed not to see Balder alone;
+he was very anxious to give vent to the feelings of his oppressed soul.
+He greeted his old friend somewhat curtly, then went up to Balder,
+passed his hand over his head, and said: &quot;Have I been away long? I want
+to read over the dissertation, excuse me, Franzel.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">With these words he went to his desk, took out a printed
+volume, and
+the three men in the quiet room remained at silent as the two had been
+before.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Who knows whether they would have found their tongues as
+speedily, if
+Mohr had not appeared again. He had found lodgings and came to get his
+traveling bag. He entered with a very bright face, but drew down his
+under lip when he perceived Franzelius. After a few disagreeable
+quarrels they had carefully avoided each other, as their natures
+necessarily could not harmonise: Mohr, who with cynical frankness,
+confessed that he always thought only of himself, and Reinhold, the
+philanthropist, who never considered his own advantage and
+unhesitatingly sacrificed to his ideal dreams the small degree of
+comfort he might have procured.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why,&quot; said Mohr, nodding carelessly to the young printer, &quot;is
+Bruin
+here too? Well, how fares the regeneration of mankind? I should think
+that since the foundation of the artificial hatching establishments, we
+had advanced considerably nearer to the ideal state when every one will
+have a chicken in his Sunday pot.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I--I have no reply to make to such frivolous questions,&quot;
+muttered the
+other in his beard.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Still the same quarrelsome old chanticleers,&quot; laughed Edwin,
+closing
+his book. &quot;Do me the favor, children, not to begin to hiss at once, as
+fat does when it meets fire. I'll put up with these wordy battles in
+winter, when they may at least result in warming us. But in such
+beautiful weather as this----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Hear, hear the wiseacre!&quot; cried Mohr. &quot;Well, then, to do
+honor to the
+wonder that a philosopher has a clever, practical thought, I'll swear
+to keep a truce for this evening. Come, let us smoke a cigar of peace
+in one of the public gardens, for I'm worn out with hunting for
+lodgings. But I've found what I wanted, a quiet neat little house only
+ten doors from your 'tun,' kept by an old maid, who during the first
+hour told me the story of her three broken engagements. So the day is
+mine, and without neglecting any duty to humanity, I can devote it to
+you and my thirst. So where shall we go? After being away three years,
+I no longer know where to get good liquor.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He is not yet familiar with the rules of the household,&quot; said
+Edwin,
+glancing at Balder. &quot;You must know, Heinz, that we never go out in the
+evening, and remain at home still more regularly in the afternoon. The
+stairs leading to our hen-roost are too steep for Balder, and as when
+all three windows are open, we have no reason to complain of want of
+air----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Merciful Gods!&quot; interrupted Mohr in a tone of horror, which
+warned by
+a glance from Edwin, he instantly tried to convert into one of
+drollery--&quot;have you shut yourselves up here like oysters? Well, a
+sedentary life has its attractions, and the air in the 'tun' does not
+seem to be quite so dry as formerly. At any rate the best plum cake
+grows here, and I see yonder a dozen red heads, with whose assistance
+one can hold out for a while.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A basket of wine?&quot; asked Edwin &quot;In spite of my positive
+refusal----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Marquard sent it, he would take no denial,&quot; said Balder.
+&quot;And,&quot; he
+added blushing, &quot;as I felt a little weak toward noon, I opened a
+bottle.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Weak, child?&quot; cried Edwin, forgetting everything else, as he
+hastily
+approached him. &quot;Was it your old pain, or some new trouble? And why do
+I first hear of it now?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It wasn't worth mentioning, Edwin. But Marquard was right, I
+felt
+better at once. The wine seems very pure and good, you ought----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So much the better, if it agrees with you. And you're right,
+I don't
+see why we should not drink our old friend's wine. If <i>we</i> had it, and
+<i>he</i> needed it, wouldn't it be a matter of course?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Franzelius looked at him with sparkling eyes. One of his pet
+theories
+was that of possessing all property in common, a theory which he
+practised until he had reduced himself to the barest necessaries.
+Meantime Mohr had again filled Balder's glass from the already opened
+bottle. He emptied it at a single draught, then poured out more wine
+and offered it to Franzelius.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Very fair,&quot; said he. &quot;Your health, Franzelius Gracchus. Let's
+drown all
+quarrelsome and murderous inclinations for to-day, and commence the
+business of making mankind happy, with ourselves.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Thank you,&quot; replied the printer, &quot;I shall never drink wine,
+so
+long----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What? No wine? Then you're no true friend of the people.
+They're
+always thirsty. But no matter! I'll forgive Marquard his carriage and
+patronizing bow, for the sake of his cellar. If he himself has but
+mediocre ability as a man and a doctor, his wine is excellent, real St.
+Julien.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Where's our other glass?&quot; said Edwin, looking around the
+room. &quot;We
+really have another, Heinrich, and in a carouse of three tipplers----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The flush on Balder's cheeks deepened, and he stooped as if he
+were
+searching for the missing glass on the floor.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Of what consequence is the glass?&quot; cried Mohr, who meantime
+had
+attacked the cake and now had his mouth full. &quot;The liquor's the main
+thing, whether we drink it from the cask, the bottle, or a broken cup.
+My friends, let me tell you that this is the first pleasant hour, that
+spiteful quean, Fate, has bestowed upon me for the last three years.
+I'm glad to be once more among people who fare worse than they deserve.
+I know this is true of you and myself. As for our philanthropist, he at
+least shows a face that will dull the sharpest sting of envy. Upon my
+word, Franzel, you look as if things were going wrong. Has Delitzsch
+passed you to-day without lifting his hat? Did a dozen blood-thirsty
+millionaires spring from the earth during the last shower? Or were you
+called upon at the last workmen's meeting, instead of making fine
+speeches, to tear your breast like the pelican and let a fountain of
+real St. Julien gush forth, and did you fail to accomplish the trick?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I see I'm only in the way here,&quot; replied the printer,
+glancing at Mohr
+with an expression of indescribable contempt. &quot;I'll not intrude any
+longer.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He nodded to Balder and walked hastily toward the door, but
+Edwin
+seized his hand and detained him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Stop!&quot; said he. &quot;We shall not let you go so, Mohr is
+incorrigible. But
+there's something the matter with you, Franzel, I see it in your face,
+and by our old friendship--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The angry man compressed his lips still more firmly, and said
+after a
+long pause: &quot;Why should I speak of it? Ruin takes its own course.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ruin?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why yes, sometimes sooner, sometimes later, what does it
+matter? And
+we can only rejoice that it should proceed from this cause. It shows
+in the clearest manner to what our diseased form of government has
+come--and where it will arrive, if--supposing that--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He paused again. The friends looked at each other inquiringly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If I'm one too many here,&quot; said Mohr phlegmatically, rising
+and
+seizing the bottle--&quot;I've no objection to drinking this paltry heeltap
+in your courtyard.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I have no secrets,&quot; muttered the gloomy visitor. &quot;What has
+happened
+took place in public; the consequences which still fear the light will
+soon be noised abroad. A cry of indignation will resound through
+Germany, when it is known that even now, in the light of the nineteenth
+century--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But, man,&quot; interrupted Edwin, &quot;torture has certainly been
+discarded in
+the nineteenth century, and yet for the last fifteen minutes you have
+been applying the thumb-screws of curiosity. Out with it; <i>what</i> has
+happened, and <i>what</i> consequences still fear the light?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then, if you must know: I was at the workingmen's educational
+union
+yesterday--&quot; (Mohr coughed, glanced at Edwin, and then comfortably
+sipped his wine)--&quot;There was to have been a lecture on the nature and
+value of education, but the speaker was taken sick and begged to be
+excused. We were just considering what was to be done, when a new-comer
+rose, a guest whom no one knew. He had a strange, half humble, half
+scornful Jesuit face. 'Would the company permit him to make a short
+address?' The request could not be refused, and he instantly began to
+speak with a boldness that surpassed everything that could have been
+expected from his priestly appearance. 'Education? A dangerous thing,
+at least as the children of the world were accustomed to understand it.
+The devil, who goes about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may
+devour, is a highly cultivated man, not easily caught by modern
+enlightenment. His proverb is: Education gives liberty, and knowledge
+rules the world. Yes indeed, the world! So the tempter said to the
+Lord: &quot;All these things will I give unto thee, if thou wilt fall down
+and worship me!&quot;--But &quot;<i>my</i> kingdom is not of this world&quot;--and so on,
+the well known litany--<i>True</i>. education desires to know nothing of the
+so-called treasures of science, which morth and rust may corrupt. He
+who is fitting himself for heaven, provides for the one thing that is
+necessary, the'--well, you're doubtless willing to be spared the
+sermon. When it was over, the honest fellows sat bewildered and
+thunderstruck. The old habit, acquired in childhood, still lingered: no
+debate in church!--and even the president seemed to think we ought not
+to take issue with a guest. But the man had assailed our society in the
+most offensive way, and were we to be silent? So I began to speak. I
+was just in the mood, and besides it's a subject to which I've devoted
+a great deal of thought, I was glad to give the whole society a full
+discourse from the text: Disparage only reason and science! Well I need
+not waste any words on the subject among ourselves. But never has it
+been so clear to me, as in that hour, what a crime those persons
+commit, who seek to disgust men with the earth, in order to prepare
+them for what they call heaven. You know I am the last to favor the
+current talk about utility. These people make the means the end,
+and if they achieved their object and arranged the world according to
+their plan--who that did not consider it the highest aim of life
+to get his stomach satisfied and know the multiplication table by
+heart, would wish to live in it? But just because there are higher
+things--transcendent earthly joys, intellectual pleasures, art, poetry,
+and all other lofty delights--well, you know what I think, and can
+imagine how indignation against the foes of all earthly happiness
+loosened my tongue. The assailer of education and heir of heaven grew
+red and pale by turns. When I at last paused, and all clapped their
+hands and burst into a shout of assent, he attempted to reply. But the
+president would not permit him to utter another word, so he soon
+slipped quietly away.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He has enough!&quot; I thought, &quot;but I was not yet satisfied. I
+meant to go
+into the next house and write a pamphlet, in which I intended to prove
+by referring to history, what boundless injury the belief in
+immortality does the world. And last night I did sit down and write a
+few sheets, the first outline of the essay; for I was too excited to
+grasp the subject properly, and one must not shake the retort when
+anything is going to crystallize. But it seems I'm to have plenty of
+leisure; for when I went home to dinner to-day, my landlord, the
+cabinet maker, said that some policemen had been there, had inquired
+very particularly about me, and had noted down the answer. The man
+looked as if he wanted to say 'six weeks <i>investigation</i> and then
+exile.' He's quite right. I know them; they've long kept an eye on me,
+I made them uneasy, but they could find no cause of arrest. Now the
+priests will take up the matter, and then good bye! So, as I have no
+inclination to leave my place vacant, I shall for the present not seek
+my usual bed, but try once more how it seems to sleep in the open air.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;With your consciousness of being a second Gracchus for a soft
+pillow!&quot;
+exclaimed Mohr, pledging him in the glass of wine. &quot;You must live,
+noble mortal, until the last millionaire is hung with the entrails of
+the last priest, which will probably occur about the same time as the
+death of the Wandering Jew.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Your jeers do not wound me,&quot; replied the printer impetuously.
+&quot;There
+are people who consider all the great questions that affect the welfare
+of mankind a mere jest, and never think seriously of anything except
+their own dear selves.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And why not, you preacher in the wilderness? Charity begins
+at home.
+Until I have taken care of my own dear self, where am I to find time
+and courage to look after my neighbor, or provide for mankind at large?
+These things are too weighty, my noble fellow, to be exhausted by the
+first eloquent pen, and and that's why I wish you a long life, so you
+can at least be able to study the subject at leisure.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Franzelius cast a compassionate glance at him. &quot;So in all ages
+selfishness has intrenched itself behind a hypocritical modesty,&quot; he
+grumbled. &quot;If no one wished for or did better things, before he knew
+the <i>best</i>, we should still be in the condition of the lake-dwellers.
+And must an idea for which hitherto only our holier instincts speak, I
+mean which cannot yet be mathematically proved--and with which the
+world after all would be--for when the smallest thought concerns all
+mankind--Edwin will know what I mean.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;God understands you, and that's enough; see Sancho Panza at
+the right
+place,&quot; jeered Mohr.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What do you intend to do now, Franzel?&quot; interrupted Edwin,
+who during
+the whole conversation had been sitting on the window sill, stroking
+Balder's cat.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That's a secondary consideration. Tell me instead whether you
+approve
+of what I have done?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Will that undo it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;As if I would recall it! But you know I value the thought,
+that we
+three at least--even if others have a different opinion--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He paused and looked at Edwin almost timidly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What I <i>think</i>,&quot; replied the latter, &quot;is no secret to you.
+But I am
+firmly persuaded of many truths, and yet should hesitate a long time
+before demonstrating them to a crowd of strangers. However, why should
+we discuss the matter? You will do what you cannot leave undone, and as
+you have very enthusiastic ideas about the equality of men, even in
+their powers of thought--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He who does not work for all, works for none, or at least
+only for
+himself.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Pardon me, my dear fellow. That's a false conclusion. You
+yourself
+will not deny that the division of labor is a useful arrangement. Well
+then, one begins from below, another from above. If I convince ten of
+the best minds, give them even a little light in regard to the hardest
+problems, does not my work in time aid others also? Mens' gifts are as
+different as their ambitions.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Franzelius was about to make some reply, but restrained
+himself with
+evident effort, and only said:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And you, Balder? Are you too of the opinion, that only a mad
+ambition
+urges me to let the little light that is in me shine before the
+multitude?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You misunderstood Edwin,&quot; replied the youth, limping up to
+him and
+gently unclasping his hand from the door latch. &quot;We all know that you
+forget yourself in the cause. But he thinks it would be better for the
+<i>cause</i>, if you were more patient. All fruits do not ripen at the same
+time. Come, don't let us part so.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But you, you--could you have kept silence under such
+provocation?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Hush!&quot; Mohr suddenly exclaimed. &quot;Don't you hear her?&quot;--Then
+as if
+speaking to himself, he added in a scarcely audible tone: &quot;it's enough
+to tame wild beasts and socialistic democrats. Eternal Gods! how that
+woman plays.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The four men in the upper room actually kept so quiet that not
+a note
+of the improvisation below was lost. Franzelius had thrown himself into
+the chair beside the bed, on which Balder sat with his lame leg crossed
+over the other. Edwin was still seated on the window sill, and Mohr
+leaned over his glass, with his head resting on his hands, and fairly
+groaned with delight.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When the music ceased, he rose. &quot;My friends,&quot; said he, &quot;I
+think it is
+our duty to offer this lady some attention. I will go down and invite
+her to drink a glass of wine with us to her health.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Are you mad, Mohr?&quot; laughed Edwin. &quot;She's a respectable
+person, and
+will think you have already more glasses of wine in your head than is
+good for your senses.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mohr looked at him with an air of comical dignity, and twisted
+his
+crooked under lip still more awry. &quot;She's an artist,&quot; said he, &quot;no
+common-place, pedant of a woman. Here are four friends of art--I
+generously include you, Franzel, as you at least kept quiet while she
+was playing, though you were probably thinking of your social discords.
+I'll wager it will be an honor and pleasure to her--give me a decent
+hat--or no, I'll go bare-headed, like an inmate of the house. It will
+be less formal.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You've impudence enough for it. Well then, ask her to bring a
+glass
+for the festal banquet.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;She shall drink out of mine,&quot; replied Mohr, who was already
+at the
+door. &quot;I'll run the risk of her guessing my thoughts.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">They heard him go down stairs and ring the bell.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He's really going to do it,&quot; cried Balder, hastily rising
+from his
+seat. &quot;What will she think of us?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Franzelius rose too. &quot;I'll go,&quot; said he. &quot;I have not
+sufficient
+self-control to endure Mohr's jokes and witticisms in the presence of a
+lady. Will he be here often now? In that case, I prefer to take my
+leave until--until you too are tired of a man, who never takes anything
+seriously.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You wrong him,&quot; replied Edwin. &quot;Fire and water are two
+equally stern
+elements, although one accomplishes by heat what the other does by
+cold:--destroys and vivifies like every power.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Hm! If you don't freeze meantime--Farewell.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And where are you going to spend the night?&quot; asked Balder.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There are plenty of benches in the Thiergarten.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I wouldn't let you go, Franzel,&quot; whispered Balder, as he
+reached the
+threshold. &quot;You have already camped here many a night. But--Edwin
+sleeps so badly now. The least thing disturbs his nerves.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Thank you, Balder. Don't be anxious about me. Good night!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">They heard him go down stairs, and directly after Mohr came
+slowly up.
+He entered the room with a face deeply flushed, but apparently calm.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Our philanthropist has gone,&quot; said he. &quot;I believe I drove him
+away.
+I'm sorry; he thinks I don't like him and he's very much mistaken. On
+the contrary, I do him the honor to envy him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;For what?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Because he's possessed, not only with his mania about
+persecution,
+which makes a man just as happy as if he believes himself an
+unappreciated genius, but because he has a demon that drives him about,
+speaks from his lips, hides within him, and keeps him warm--while I, a
+mere husk without kernel or substance--foh!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And our artist?&quot; asked Edwin after a pause. &quot;Did she not wish
+to enjoy
+either the honor or the pleasure?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It's late,&quot; replied Mohr, looking at his watch, &quot;too late to
+open a
+second bottle, I'll seek my virgin couch.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He evades us,&quot; laughed Edwin, turning to Balder. &quot;She has
+disappointed
+his expectations. Ah! Heinz, I could have told you that before; this
+muse is not a beauty. Her fingers promise more than her features give.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Talk about what you understand. Philosopher,&quot; replied Mohr,
+seizing
+his hat. &quot;Let her be what she likes and look as she chooses: she's a
+whole hearted woman.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Did you receive satisfactory proofs of that in three
+minutes?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Probably. At least it's a fresh proof that I can accomplish
+nothing
+whole, and even in a stupid prank don't go beyond the most pitiful
+half-way measures. It's actually crushing. I wish you a good nights'
+rest----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When he had gone and the brothers were at last alone, Edwin
+confessed
+his day's adventures. Balder too might have had many things to tell,
+but not a word in relation to the birthday festival crossed his lips.
+And yet he was secretly reproaching himself for having a secret from
+his brother.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">This night they fell asleep earlier, though Balder did not
+close his
+eyes until the shutting of a well known little window in the front
+buildings told him that Reginchen had returned from her excursion in
+safety.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Several of the verses he had written in the afternoon again
+passed
+through his mind, and softly repeating them he lulled himself to sleep
+with his own melodies.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER XI.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">When Marquard paid his usual visit to the &quot;tun&quot; the following
+morning,
+he found everything in the household exactly the same as usual. In
+spite of the late hour at which Reginchen returned from the country,
+she had been at the pump at six o'clock, and an hour after carried the
+brothers their blue milk and cleared up the room, but without talking
+much; for kindly as Edwin treated her, she felt a great awe of him and
+became terribly embarrassed at his most innocent jest.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The brothers also, according to old habit, had begun their day
+very
+silently. When the doctor entered, Balder was sitting at his turning
+lathe, making a set of ivory chess-men. Marquard talked to him for some
+time with apparent unconcern, asked about one thing and another and
+felt his pulse, but gave no prescription, except that he must drink the
+wine regularly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But on the stairs, when Edwin was accompanying him down, he
+suddenly
+turned and said in a low tone: &quot;You must not let the lad go on so. This
+stooping and keeping shut up in the house won't do, he will weaken his
+chest over that confounded turning lathe. If I were in your place, I
+should assert my authority.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;In my place,&quot; sighed Edwin, shrugging his shoulders. &quot;My dear
+fellow,
+if you were in my place, that is, not a physician, but a philosopher,
+you would know that there is no authority which can transform a man's
+nature. Have I not tried every stratagem to get him out? When I
+attacked him on his weakest, or rather his strongest side, his
+brotherly love, and represented how dull it was for me to go out
+without him, you ought to have seen the efforts he made to be a gay
+companion, in order to cheer my walks and rides. But I know him too
+well. I saw how he suffered from the noise and bustle of the streets,
+and even when we once drove to Tegel, he was only comfortable while we
+were alone. When we arrived, we found a crowd of school girls playing
+graces, various mothers and aunts knitting, several pairs of lovers, in
+short the usual Berlin pleasure seekers. As soon as possible he urged
+me to return. You must know that it annoys him when people stare at
+him, and he is exposed to this more frequently than any one else; he
+attracts attention everywhere by his beauty and his lameness, and
+moreover because he has an expression in his eyes unlike any other
+mortal.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I wish he were less peculiar; we should keep him longer.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin stopped, seized Marquard's arm and whispered: &quot;you
+fear--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Nothing--and everything. His texture is so delicate, a fly
+might tear
+it. But possibly it is more tenacious than we think,&quot; he added, as he
+felt Edwin's hand tremble on his arm.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The wine you sent did him good,&quot; he said. &quot;I thank you; it
+was a kind,
+philanthropic thought. I can not wish him different from what he is
+now. He would no longer be the same, if he had the nerves and muscles
+of a groom. And would he be happier? You don't know how happy he is,
+what a boundless capacity he has for transfiguring all the poverty
+around us by the wealth of his own soul, transmuting common dust into
+gold. If <i>I</i> gave him no cause for anxiety, he would have scarcely
+anything to desire.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I have a word to say to you about yourself too, Philosopher.
+I alluded
+to it a short time ago in your room, but Balder was present, who is
+just like a girl; there are certain things which cannot be mentioned
+before him. Listen man, this disorder of your nerves is entirely your
+own fault; it's a sin and shame for you to permit that sponge, the
+brain, to exhaust the best strength of the rest of your organization.
+How can there be any balance of power? I tell you your whole trouble is
+to be cured in one way.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You may be right, Fritz,&quot; replied Edwin quietly, as they
+crossed the
+courtyard. &quot;But you see it's the same with this medicine, as with the
+one you just prescribed for Balder. We have not the natures to take it,
+and if we should force ourselves to do so, the disease would attack a
+more vital spot.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Nature, nature!&quot; burst forth the doctor, looking almost
+fiercely at
+his friend through his gold spectacles. &quot;I'll answer for it, my son,
+that your excellent nature, which you have tormented so long with your
+cursed abstract idealism, that it no longer ventures to grumble--would
+instantly recuperate and grow merry again, if you would only for once
+dismount from the high horse of speculation and rely upon your own good
+common sense. Deuce take it! A healthy fellow like you living on
+locusts and wild honey, like the hermits in the Theban deserts, and if
+a woman passes by your cave, exclaiming: <i>Apage, Satanas!</i> I had
+trouble with you even at the university. But now you seem to wish to
+continue this course, until nature, so shamefully abused for the sake
+of mere mind, is overstrained and fairly crazed with impatience.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A very clever pathological lecture,&quot; replied Edwin smiling.
+&quot;I will
+request the continuation in our next; there is always something to be
+learned. But for all that, Fritz, you wont get a kuppel'pelz<a name="div2_03" href="#div2Ref_03"><sup>[3]</sup></a> from
+me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Nonsense! Who's talking about any such thing? But if <i>I</i>,
+with my
+constantly increasing practice, can find time for little romances, in
+which the mind has employment--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And also the heart, my boy.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, the heart too, for aught I care, though that muscle is
+greatly
+overestimated, and with all your sentimentality, only fit for a
+dangerous hypertrophy. I'm now on the track of a little witch--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A fair Helen or Galatea?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Aristocratic, my son, and unfortunately very
+unapproachable--so far.
+But what am I thinking about? You must have already made her
+acquaintance.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Didn't you sit beside her in the box, day before yesterday?
+At least
+the doorkeeper told me she always took the same place.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin turned pale.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I have a faint recollection of it,&quot; he replied. &quot;Didn't she
+sit very
+far front, and have brown hair, a very fair complexion, blue eyes--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Black or brown, my son. But we must mean the same person--and
+I,
+magnanimous mortal that I am, solemnly renounce all my claims in your
+favor.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then you must lend me your carriage, to continue this love
+affair
+properly,&quot; said Edwin, forcing a smile, &quot;for one can hardly pay
+attention to this princess as a private tutor.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You need have no anxiety on that score. To be sure I don't
+know the
+will-o'-the-wisp very well, she baffled all my conversational powers.
+But haughtily as she turns up her little nose--by the way it's a nose
+to rave over--there is evidently something wrong about her. Young
+ladies who go to the theatre alone, find their company home afterwards.
+But I will discover in whose cage this bird of paradise has its
+nest--yesterday I unfortunately came across an old Geheimrath, who
+wanted to consult me about his liver, just as I was going to follow the
+proud little nose. If it is as I suspect, you shall see, my son, what a
+base materialist is capable of doing for his friends.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Laughing merrily, he sprang into his light carriage, took the
+reins
+from the coachman and drove rapidly away.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin looked after him. He could not be angry; only yesterday
+he had
+himself weighed possibilities and struggled with impressions, which
+placed this mysterious creature in no more favorable light. But to hear
+these thoughts expressed by another, as a matter of course, gave him a
+feeling akin to physical pain.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He had taken two volumes of Göthe to carry to her. Now he
+thought it
+would be the wisest course to avoid her house, her presence, and any
+further intercourse with her. But her face rose before his memory for a
+moment, her voice sounded in his ear, and all hesitation was over.
+Suppose she was better than she seemed? And what would she think of the
+strange man, who had at first forced himself so eagerly upon her, and
+then never appeared again?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But at least he would not see her to-day, and therefore merely
+handed
+the books to the striped waistcoat, and in reply to the boy's question
+whether he would come in, answered dryly: &quot;It was not necessary, he
+would bring the next volumes at the end of the week.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">As he went down stairs, he praised himself for his resolution
+and
+determined not even to look up at her windows. But this was beyond his
+strength. He even remained standing on the shady side a moment, as if
+uncertain which way to go, and allowed his eyes to wander, apparently
+by chance, toward the windows with the palms and the bird cage. He
+fancied he saw something moving behind the drawn curtains. The
+thought that it might be a man's head shot through his heart like a
+burning-iron. He closed his eyes and walked on.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He had promised to commence his lessons at the little house in
+the
+lagune to-day. As he mechanically turned his steps in that direction,
+it seemed almost impossible to retain any connected thoughts. Besides,
+the interview with the little artist and his daughter appeared as far
+behind him as if months had intervened, and was a matter of as much
+indifference as the people who passed him. He resolved to merely go
+there, excuse himself for to-day, and shake off the whole engagement he
+had undertaken, as best he could.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But the reception he met with in the little house, baffled his
+designs.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The artist, clad in his thread-bare velvet coat, with a
+barette shaped
+cap set jauntily over his left ear, was standing in the door-way, and
+as soon as he saw Edwin approaching between the wood piles, turned back
+into the entry, calling: &quot;He's coming, he's coming!&quot; Then he hastily
+advanced to meet him, took his hand in both of his, and said: &quot;So I've
+won my wager, and can exult over my wise child, who for once was not so
+clever as her old father.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What was your wager?&quot; asked Edwin.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Whether you would come or not. Leah said you had only
+promised, in
+order to avoid telling us to our faces, that you did not wish to teach
+such an ignorant pupil. With all your kindness, you glanced around you
+in such an indifferent way--looked so absent, and in a certain sense
+weary--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My dear sir,&quot; interrupted Edwin, &quot;your daughter deserved to
+win the
+wager for her penetration. I <i>am</i> somewhat weary and absent-minded, my
+head is revenging itself because I have racked my brains too often, and
+the injuries it received cannot be quickly healed. In fact, if it were
+not for you and your daughter, I should be wiser to defer our lessons
+till a more favorable time. But if you prefer--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Leah! Leah!&quot; cried the little artist, darting forward into
+the house.
+&quot;Where are you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The young girl was just coming out of the studio, in the same
+plain
+brown dress she had worn the day before. Her black eyes greeted Edwin
+with a quiet, almost wondering glance.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I hear, Fräulein,&quot; he said in a jesting tone, &quot;that you have
+lost a
+wager on my account. You thought I would not come again, and as people
+usually believe what they desire--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She gazed at him with a look, that entreated him to spare her
+embarrassment.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It's true,&quot; she said blushing, &quot;and I'm very much frightened
+to think
+that I must confess to some one <i>how</i> ignorant and bewildered I am. I
+was so anxious last night, that I could scarcely sleep.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Than we must relieve you as quickly as possible,&quot; he answered
+smiling.
+&quot;I will make any wager that you will sleep admirably to-night.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Do you also know what is the forfeit of our bet?&quot; cried the
+artist
+merrily rubbing his hands: &quot;the loser was to paint you something, you
+may rejoice that you will have a picture by Leah, instead of one of my
+wretched daubs. You see virtue is its own reward.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">They had entered the studio, which to-day seemed far more
+neatly
+arranged. Instead of the desk with its painting apparatus, a table
+containing only writing materials and a portfolio, stood at Leah's
+window. But there was a fresh bouquet of flowers on the sill, tall
+dahlias and asters whose bright colors mingled as if they wished to
+conceal the dull grey of the bare wall outside.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;We thought you would be more undisturbed here, than in the
+sitting
+room on the other side of the entry. Well; and so the hedge-sparrow is
+turned out of his nest by his unfilial off-spring!&quot; said the old man,
+gently stroking the young girl's cheek. &quot;My dear Herr Doctor, believe
+me: one may fare badly with spoiled children, but the real tyrants are
+the good, well behaved ones. It's a worse slavery than that of the most
+henpecked husband. Well, adieu, child, and be industrious; meantime I
+will make some studies from the back of the house near the stable as I
+have long intended. It's just the right light.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He kissed her on the forehead and left the teacher alone with
+his
+pupil.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When at the end of an hour he returned, he heard Edwin's deep,
+musical
+voice, and would gladly have listened a moment to learn the subject
+under discussion, but such a course was repugnant to his delicacy, and
+besides he hoped to hear how the lesson had passed off from the young
+girl herself.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin rose as the little man entered. &quot;Have I remained too
+long?&quot; he
+asked. &quot;I hope Fräulein Leah will bear witness that I have not tired
+her.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Leah said nothing. She was standing before the little table
+like a
+person just roused from a dream. The portfolio was unopened, the pen
+had not been dipped into the ink.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin asked whether he could not see the sketches. &quot;No, no,&quot;
+replied
+the little artist, &quot;they are only for myself. And to-day in particular
+I have worked with my eyes, rather than my hand. I will only tell you,&quot;
+he added, smiling mysteriously; &quot;that I am attempting something which
+will probably exceed my powers. I have long been anxious to make a
+picture of our lagune. You cannot imagine what charms of coloring the
+old muddy, dirty canal often displays, of course in a favorable light.
+I have also been experimenting with a little foreground I shall need,
+nay which will form the principal part of the picture, for I shall not
+succeed very well with the water. A week ago one of the wood piles was
+removed, which has stood for years directly in my way, since it
+obstructed the best view of the wall and quay. And see, that has
+revealed a fence, before which the prettiest weeds grow so luxuriantly,
+that I shall have scarcely any alteration to make. If I succeed, it
+will be my best picture, and may perhaps mark a new era in my
+development.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He rubbed his hands contentedly and went up to his daughter.
+&quot;I hope,
+child, you have not become such a learned woman, that you forgot to
+offer the Herr Doctor any refreshment. You really have forgotten? Then
+I will do so at once--we have a bottle of excellent port wine in the
+house--a present from our good friend, the professor's widow. By the
+way, dear Doctor, I wanted to ask you something: you must do me the
+favor to pay her a visit. We are so much indebted to her for Leah's
+education--she was really a little piqued because I engaged a teacher
+for the child without first introducing him to her. The best woman in
+the world, and in many respects, that is in church history and the
+positive divinity, exceptionally well educated. You will not regret
+taking the short walk--she lives in Louisenstrasse--if I accompany
+you--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;With pleasure, dear Herr König,&quot; replied Edwin. &quot;But let me
+make the
+acquaintance of the giver before I taste her gift. Fräulein Leah has
+learned to-day, that a Greek philosopher believed that the earth rose
+from the water, so for to-day I will take only a glass of water. Next
+time we will see whether there is truth in wine.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Leah brought the glass of water, but was so silent, that her
+father
+before going away, asked anxiously if she were ill. &quot;I never felt
+better,&quot; she replied with a radiant glance from her beautiful, calm
+eyes.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Shaking his head, the little man went out, accompanied by
+Edwin, who
+took leave of his pupil with a cordial pressure of the hand.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My dear Herr Doctor,&quot; said he when they were in the open air,
+&quot;is it
+not strange that a father cannot understand his own child? Certainly
+every human being is a fresh marvel from the hand of God. This is not
+like our other experiences, which are only a copy of our own natures
+and enlighten us in regard to ourselves, our strength or weakness. Only
+the great masters can have a similar feeling, when from the breath of
+divine art something new appears, which resembles nothing in the world,
+and surprises the artist himself. I believe that Raphael, when his
+Sistine Madonna was completed, did not understand her much better than
+I do my daughter. Yes, yes, my dear friend, these are transcendent
+mysteries; we can only pray and thank God that we are considered worthy
+to experience them.&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER XII.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">The Frau Professorin Valentin lived in a pretty new house, and
+occupied
+large neat rooms, which however, to an artistic eye, with all their
+tidiness had a somewhat gloomy, cheerless air. She received Edwin in
+the largest and plainest of all; the little artist had not accompanied
+him upstairs, he wanted to deliver a few engraved blocks to the person
+who had ordered them. The stately, fair-haired woman must have been
+remarkably pretty in by-gone years, and even now, though considerably
+over forty, her bright eyes and white teeth possessed a youthful charm,
+especially when she laughed. She was sitting with five or six
+seamtresses among mountains of calico and linen, from which she was
+cutting children's dresses and underclothes. She received her visitor
+like an expected guest, and ushered him into a smaller apartment, her
+real home, as she called it, which was fitted up with a writing table,
+book cases, a flower stand, and all sorts of pretty trifles. Over the
+sofa hung the portrait of a hypochondriacal rascal looking man with
+grey hair, from whose wrinkled brow and compressed lips it was easy to
+perceive that the care of his digestion had been the principal
+occupation of his life.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My late husband,&quot; said the lady, as if introducing Edwin and
+the
+picture to each other. &quot;I have been a widow ten years, but you will
+find everything here just as it was in his life time, this room (she
+opened a door to allow Edwin to look in) was his study, and contains
+his whole library, though as he was a mathematician, I can read none of
+his books. But they were his pets and his pride, and I think that
+picture would fall from the wall if one should ever get into a
+stranger's hands. If I had my way, the sooner I got the horrible things
+out of the house the better I should like it. They cost me tears enough
+when he could use them.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Tears?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, Herr Doctor, you're a learned man too, I hope you will
+do better
+some day and not say like my late husband: 'first my books, and then my
+wife.' And yet he married me for love and not mathematics. But after
+two or three years, although I had not grown exactly ugly, he found
+those horrid triangles and hexangles, and the queer plus and minus
+signs, far more attractive than the blue eyes and round cheeks of his
+young wife. Well, I do not complain, I had foreseen it and knew what I
+was doing.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But aside from this jealousy, which you share with so many
+women, you
+must have enjoyed a great deal of happiness in these rooms, or you
+would not have so religiously kept them in the same condition.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The widow looked at him with a searching side glance, as if
+she wanted
+to ascertain whether he was not too young to be trusted with any
+confidential disclosures. His honest face, and frank, open bearing,
+untinged by any shade of intrusiveness, seemed to please her. He was
+quite different from the other young literati, whom she had seen with
+her husband. Her quick, womanly penetration enabled her to perceive at
+once, that she was in the presence of one of those rare men, who are
+really as wise as serpents and as harmless as doves.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're still a young man, my dear Herr Doctor,&quot; she replied
+without
+the least sarcasm in her tone; &quot;I don't know whether you have yet had
+the experience that certain natures are exceptions to the general rule,
+and do <i>not</i> pursue happiness, but become their own tormentors.
+Although very young when my dead husband offered me his hand, I
+was wise enough to know that I should not find what is called
+happiness with him. He who is to render another happy, must be
+capable of happiness himself. My poor Valentin was the most wretched
+self-tormentor that can be imagined, and without knowing it or wishing
+to do so, he tortured every one around him. I calculated upon this with
+mathematical certainty, as I now tell you. And yet I preferred him to
+all others, for he gave me a task, a constant, daily and hourly work to
+perform in myself, and taxed all my strength, which is very great and
+always longs to overcome every obstacle. Now nothing is more difficult
+than to conquer one's self; I was then a spoiled, petted creature,
+every one loved me, I coquetted with old and young, with my own heart,
+nay, God forgive me, with our Lord Himself. How it happened that my
+eyes were suddenly opened and I said to myself: 'You're a silly doll,
+you will ruin an immortal soul if this continues--' is too long a
+story. Enough, that as my heart had remained steadfast and honest, I
+resolved to try my fate with a very peevish or unhappy man. It will
+probably be no indiscretion, if I tell you that my dear old friend
+König was my suitor at the same time; we still joke about the fact that
+I was his first love. When you become better acquainted with this man,
+you will confess that it would be difficult to find a happier person or
+a more loving Christian. If I had become his wife, I should have lived
+in Paradise. But this was exactly what I did not desire. I felt that to
+be treasured all my life by such an excellent man, would finally have
+spoiled me. Well, with Valentin I often had more of the contrary than
+was agreeable; but I have never regretted it. And now sit down by me,
+Herr Doctor, and tell me a little about my foster child, Leah.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I tell you, Madame? Nay, it would greatly interest me to
+learn from
+<i>you</i> something about the childhood and early education of my pupil,
+who seems to be somewhat reserved.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A sorrowful smile flitted over the lady's pleasant, cheerful
+face. &quot;If
+I could answer that question satisfactorily, you would hardly be
+sitting beside me now,&quot; she replied. &quot;But excuse me a moment, I'm
+wanted in the other room.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">One of the seamstresses had appeared in the doorway. Frau
+Valentin left
+Edwin, and he heard her in the next room giving orders and directions
+in her clear, positive manner. Then she returned.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I always have my hands full,&quot; she began. &quot;As I unfortunately
+no longer
+have any household cares, I willingly take as much of the work of the
+different clubs and societies to which I belong, as others wish to
+discard. Ah! Doctor, it affords a great deal of pleasure to have a
+crowd of deaf and dumb or neglected or orphaned children thank you for
+their warm, new clothes; yet a single child of one's own, who need not
+even be deaf and dumb or neglected, or even specially grateful, would
+bestow a very different kind of happiness. A substitute is never the
+thing itself. And that's the very reason why it makes me so sad, that
+the only child I could love almost as my own, avoids me so strangely;
+she's not cold or ungrateful, but I learn nothing about the best things
+that may be in her nature, and cannot impart the best of mine, since
+she does not know how to receive them.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Are you speaking of my pupil?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Frau Professorin did not answer immediately; she sat in
+silence
+gazing into vacancy, with her pretty white hands folded in her lap.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No one has ever caused me so much trouble,&quot; she continued,
+&quot;and
+yet she has so much amiability, goodness, unselfishness, and
+independence. But that's just it, the one thing needful, the one thing
+lacking--you're a philosopher, my dear Doctor, but I hope not one of
+those whose knowledge has deprived them of faith. And this strange
+girl--it is not the pride of superior knowledge that makes her
+unbelieving; no one has a more modest opinion of her own acquirements.
+But it's in the blood. You ought to have known her mother, whose
+character she has inherited, trait for trait. Nothing has ever been
+more mysterious to me, than how my old friend, the artist, who has such
+a living need of God, could be so happy with this woman, who made no
+secret of her want of religion, and once when I asked her the direct
+question, frankly acknowledged: 'that she really did not know whether
+there was any God at all.' She would not have denied it; but I never
+disclosed it, I don't know whether she made such confessions to her
+husband, but I almost think he would not have been puzzled by them; he
+loved her very dearly. And to be sure, no one could help loving her; I
+was unable to do so myself, long after I had given up trying to lead
+her to the light which has guided me through all the depths and
+shallows of this world. To be sure the fact that she was a Jewess,
+rendered it difficult for her to obtain a knowledge of the truth. But
+if she had only been a devout Jewess! I respect all genuine
+convictions. But she, on the contrary, confessed to me with the calmest
+possible face, that she knew no more of all the mysteries of life in
+her thirtieth year than she did in her tenth; she did not <i>understand</i>
+either this world or the next, and had no desire to fathom their
+secrets; her beautiful, bright, thoughtless present, with her husband
+and child, was all sufficient. I fairly started when this was first
+uttered so plainly. What is this miserable twilight of our earthly
+existence, if no ray from above warms and brightens it until we reach
+the full light? And besides, hers was no shallow, sensual nature; or
+how would she have been able to value so highly, love so fondly, her
+delicate high-minded husband? But perhaps it was precisely because <i>he</i>
+remained all his life as little understood by her, as she was by him,
+that they were so fondly attached to each other. Possibly she felt a
+secret longing for the peace of the children of God, and he, that
+desire to save which does not renounce the most darkened nature and
+ever seeks the lost! Besides, she was far from despising or jeering at
+anything others held sacred, and took it as a matter of course that her
+child should be educated in the religion of its father. As she herself
+had none, and probably sometimes felt a horror of this nothingness, she
+did not wish to sin against her daughter. But it was of no avail.
+Nature is too powerful. I fear if the daughter were asked to answer a
+plain question upon her conscience, she would be found to believe
+little more of her catechism than her mother did.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The bell, which rang in the entry outside, interrupted the
+conversation. &quot;Unfortunately we shall be interrupted,&quot; said the lady,
+hastily drying her eyes, which were wet with tears. &quot;I requested you to
+call upon me, because as I said before, I love the child almost as
+fondly as if she were my own flesh and blood. You must tell me, dear
+Herr Doctor, what you are going to do with her, that I may be satisfied
+you will not make the evil still worse.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I shall give her no religious instruction,&quot; replied Edwin,
+rising. &quot;I
+am not a theologian. But the philosophy to which I devote myself, has
+led as many to a personal God as away from Him. No knowledge can
+replace or destroy the needs of the soul, from which all religion
+springs. My psychology can quietly let alone what philosophers term
+predestination, and I am the last who would wish to divert any human
+mind from the path that leads to peace--though it certainly is not my
+office to dabble in the business of the missionaries.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Frau Valentin looked at him intently as he uttered these
+words. &quot;I do
+not fully understand you,&quot; she said, holding out her hand. &quot;But this I
+do know; you are a good, sincere, warm-hearted man. You will do the
+child no harm, for that only comes from the wicked.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Just at this moment a maid entered and announced: &quot;Herr
+Candidat
+Lorinser.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;How fortunate!&quot; exclaimed the Fran Professorin, and then
+turned to
+Edwin. &quot;Now you must stay a little longer. You will make an
+acquaintance that will interest you more than an old woman who only
+hopes to be a good Christian like thousands of others.&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER XIII.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">&quot;Don't be repelled by the first impression,&quot; she added in an
+undertone.
+&quot;I too was obliged to conquer a slight prejudice, but all trees do not
+have the same bark. This man's good qualities lie in the depths of his
+nature.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The person thus announced now entered with a hasty bow, cast a
+quick,
+strangely penetrating glance at Edwin, and then with an awkward manner,
+like a boy aping a grown man for the first time, kissed Frau Valentin's
+hand. When she pronounced Edwin's name, he bowed with studied courtesy,
+but instantly threw himself on the sofa as if utterly exhausted, took
+no further notice of this new acquaintance, but with the most entire
+absence of constraint as if availing himself of his privileges in the
+house, tore off a black cravat knotted around his thick neck, and began
+to comfortably sip a glass of wine, which Frau Valentin poured out for
+him, at the same time relating in a low, harsh voice, the result of
+various errands and commissions, which despite the heat, he had
+executed for his hostess.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin had plenty of leisure to observe him, and found the
+warning not
+to allow himself to be discouraged by the first impression, very
+necessary. If he had followed his own inclinations, he would not have
+breathed the same air with this singular saint a moment longer. Now he
+remained and determined to make a study of him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He who looked more closely at the strongly marked forehead,
+broad nose,
+and large, ever moving lips, could not help thinking the face a
+striking one, and in its rare moments of repose even attractive. Bushy,
+unkempt hair hung over the rounded temples, but the beard was closely
+shaven and the cheeks thus acquired a bluish tint. What most repelled
+Edwin was that the Herr Candidat either kept his eyes fixed intently on
+the floor, or else let them wander aimlessly over the ceiling, without
+noticing the persons in the room except by a hasty side glance.
+Moreover a bitter smile constantly hovered around his lips, while he
+was silent, but instantly disappeared when he began to speak. Then an
+almost fanatical sternness lowered on his black brows, a firm decision
+and imperious implacability, although he expressed himself in the
+mildest and gentlest words.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">There was nothing remarkable about his black clothes, which
+were cut in
+the usual style, but he wore shoes that enabled him to move almost
+noiselessly, and a brown straw hat with a black ribbon a hand's breadth
+wide.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">After relating the result of his visits to the sick and poor
+and
+meantime drinking a second and third glass of wine, he looked at an
+unshapely silver watch he had drawn from the heart pocket of his black
+coat, and hastily rose, saying that his minutes to-day were numbered.
+In reply to Frau Valentin's jesting remark, that it was strange a
+person who, like him, always lived in eternity, never had any time, he
+did not even answer with his usual smile. On reaching the door, after
+not having addressed a single word to Edwin, he said suddenly: &quot;I shall
+consider it an honor to accompany you, Herr Doctor, if you will wait
+until I have said a few words to our excellent friend alone. Business
+matters!&quot; he added, looking quietly at his patroness. The latter seemed
+to have expected something of the kind, and without any sign of
+curiosity led the way into the late mathematician's study, whither
+Lorinser followed her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin's feeling of dislike had grown so strong, that he could
+scarcely
+control it sufficiently to wait for the Herr Candidat. He could not
+understand a word of what was being said in the next room, and only
+heard enough to gather that Frau Valentin grew angry, but Lorinser
+speedily soothed her; then a box was opened and money counted out on a
+table. Directly after both re-appeared in the sitting room, the
+professor's widow evidently out of humor and with deeply flushed
+cheeks, Lorinser following her in the calmest possible mood. He kissed
+his hostess' pretty hand and whispered something, that Edwin did not
+hear, but would not permit her to accompany him to the door.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The seamstresses were sitting quietly at work in the large
+room. The
+youngest was a slender brunette, with thick, shining hair, and
+beautiful black eyes. As Lorinser passed, Edwin thought he saw the girl
+blush and bend lower over her work, but the Herr Candidat seemed to
+take no more notice of her than the others.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When they had reached the street, and walked on side by side
+for some
+distance in silence, Lorinser suddenly stood still, removed his hat,
+and casting an absent glance at the clouds, said: &quot;You must not
+misjudge me. This sort of practical religion, this busy attempt to earn
+heaven by making ourselves useful to our fellow mortals, is thoroughly
+repugnant to me, and if I allow myself to be used as a tool, it is only
+to have some kind of method in the madness. This course or conduct may
+be everything you please, warm-hearted, useful, a necessity to certain
+natures, but it is as different from true <i>religion</i>, as all human
+worship is unlike the genuine service of God.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I have only made Frau Valentin's acquaintance to-day,&quot;
+replied Edwin.
+&quot;But she did not give me the impression that she was one of those
+persons who hope to engage a place in heaven by their good works. She
+cannot imagine any worship--and therefore certainly not the service of
+God--without active exertion.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You express her views exactly,&quot; said the other, as he
+withdrew his
+eyes from the clouds and fixed them again on the earth. &quot;To act is a
+temporal thing; to be, to behold, to commune with ourselves--only thus
+can we here, though imperfectly, attain a conception of the Infinite.
+It is possible that in a purer and more sensitive husk than the one we
+now have, organs may grow, by means of which we can take an active
+share in the inexpressible energy of the Deity, become in a certain
+sense co-workers with God. Here below the highest point we can reach,
+is: an ecstatic realization that we possess God. Everything that
+perplexes us, procures our powers room to develop, tempts us, so to
+speak, from resting in God to rely on ourselves, no matter how useful
+it may be in a <i>worldly</i> point of view, is a sin against the Holy
+Ghost, a crime against our own souls. I do not know how far your
+philosophy will enable you to follow me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><img src="images/p114.png" alt="Lorinser suddenly stood still."></p>
+<p class="center">Lorinser suddenly stood still, removed his hat,
+and cast an absent glance at the clouds.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To the most extreme consequences of your view of the world,
+which
+extend to the familiar mystical quietism,&quot; replied Edwin with a calm
+smile. &quot;This is not the first time I have encountered such a mixed
+temperament--you are undoubtedly phlegmatic---choleric--and therefore
+my philosophy is not perplexed about the formula. The only thing new
+and not quite intelligible, is how any one with such views can become a
+clergyman, accept an office as the servant of religion, which calls
+itself the religion of love.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You are perfectly right. And I also am too honest a man to
+consent to
+the pitiful compromises and casuistries, which most clergymen drag with
+them through life as galley-slaves do the chains which grow into their
+flesh. I wish to have nothing to do with the so-called established
+church, and abhor or pity the delusion that religion can be managed in
+bulk, like a joint stock company, on whose terms a deed of partnership
+is drawn up. There has never been a revelation, which has come from
+heaven to earth as of universal validity. <i>At every moment</i> the fulness
+of God's mercy is revealed anew, the Son of Man dies again, sinful
+mortals are saved once more by the Saviour's blood. But no one knows or
+perceives anything of this, except those, who have not exchanged the
+gold of their love for God, for the base coin of the so-called love for
+one's neighbor, only to be beggars when God demands a sacrifice. We
+have only one neighbor, God himself. Our lives are nothing but an act
+of mercy on the part of the Creator, who by means of a temporary
+separation from him, arouses the wish, the desire, the passionate
+longing for a re-union, and thereby affords us the first conscious
+delight of sinking back into eternity. The souls who never attain to
+this, are, as it were, only the dark elements in the nature of God, and
+in the great crucible of time will be separated from the purer ore and
+cast aside like dross.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Go on,&quot; said Edwin after a pause, as his companion relapsed
+into
+silence. &quot;I make no reply, because I have perceived it is utterly
+useless to work against such a fantastic condition of the soul. But I
+am always interested in watching this singular state of profound
+thought, which does not rest until having reached the highest pitch,
+the overstrained powers suddenly relapse into a voluptuous repose.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Lorinser paused again and cast one of those side glances,
+which so
+strangely distorted his features, at his companion.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I see you have a tolerably good theoretical knowledge of the
+matter,&quot;
+said he. &quot;Perhaps you may also be nearer the experience than you
+suppose. The unsatisfactoriness of the usual sensible analysis of the
+problem of life, must have long since been evident to you, as well as
+every other honest thinker. But most men, when they come to the point
+where their world is nailed up with boards, are modest enough to see
+the bounds of all human knowledge here, and turn back again like good
+sheep, who hit their heads against the sides of their pen. My dear sir,
+the fence is not so high, that with proper headway it cannot be
+overleaped, and the bound is so far from being a <i>salto mortale</i>, that
+the true life only begins on the other side. God is transcendent. If we
+are to approach him, we must <i>spring upward</i>.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And do you believe that this leap depends solely upon our own
+inclinations?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Not entirely. Not every one, even if dissatisfaction gnaws at
+his
+soul, has obtained the power to lend his spirit wings. There are
+natures, like those of our good Frau Valentin, who lack the necessary
+elasticity. But where it does exist, it can, like any other power, be
+strengthened and steeled.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I should be greatly obliged,&quot; said Edwin smiling, &quot;if when
+occasion
+offers, you would give me farther instruction in these gymnastics. But
+I have now reached my home. I must not ask you to take the trouble to
+go in with me. The old staircase is dark and steep, and one is obliged
+to grope his way step by step, an easier operation for a dialectician
+of my stamp, than for him who without assistance soars through the
+seven heavens.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Lorinser did not seem to hear the jest. His eyes were intently
+fixed
+upon a female figure, which had approached the house from the other
+side a short time before them, and with a hasty bow to Edwin entered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Who is that lady?&quot; he asked.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;One of the lodgers in our house, a very talented musician,
+who lives
+in great seclusion, so great that I can tell you no more about her.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Will you allow me to look in upon you a moment?&quot; replied
+Lorinser,
+stepping into the entry before Edwin.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Balder looked up from his book in surprise, when his brother
+entered
+with his singular companion. His soft, expressive eyes rested on the
+strange face for a short time, but soon seemed to have perceived all he
+thought worthy of notice, and remained persistently fixed on the
+sunlight that bathed the branches of the acacia tree.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The youth's appearance was evidently more attractive to
+Lorinser. He
+instantly directed the conversation back to his mystical experiences,
+revelations, and divine joys, as he termed them, and turning with
+unconcealed admiration toward Balder, declared that he seemed specially
+fitted by nature to penetrate the depths of these secrets. He would, if
+permitted, introduce him to other chosen spirits, by whom disclosures
+would be made that would render his present relations to life, shallow
+and profitless.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin contented himself with now and then throwing in a
+sarcastic
+question, which Lorinser merely noticed by a shrug of the shoulders,
+but Balder, who met all his entreaties with unmoved composure, answered
+shortly, that he was not in the habit of going out and felt no longing
+for any other wonders than those revealed by his senses and quiet
+thoughts.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You will think differently, when you are farther initiated,&quot;
+replied
+Lorinser. &quot;I can boldly assert, that without suspecting it, you are in
+an unusual degree a child of God. The hour will come--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Here he was interrupted by the entrance of Reginchen, who
+brought the
+brothers their dinner. Lorinser only vouchsafed her a passing glance,
+and the dishes she carried did not seem to him sufficiently choice to
+induce him to remain longer. He begged permission to come again at an
+early day, and withdrew smiling at Balder, who did not perceive it, as
+he was limping around the room helping Reginchen set the table.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Dear me,&quot; said the fair haired girl, as the retreating
+footsteps
+glided over the stairs, &quot;what a queer gentleman that is! I'd rather
+have mother scold me half a day, than listen to his husky voice and
+hear him creep about as if he had on felt slippers, for half an hour.
+It's fortunate he never looks any one straight in the eye, for if he
+did nobody could endure it, at least not I. Did you notice, Herr
+Walter: the whites of his eyes are like mother of pearl, or the
+quicksilver in our thermometer. He looks very ghostly, not like
+anything human.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You foreboding angel!&quot; cried Edwin laughing. &quot;But don't be
+afraid of
+him, Reginchen. This godly fellow won't come again very soon; he saw
+that he had no power over our souls, and our flesh--I mean the
+excellent piece of meat your mother has sent up to us to-day--did not
+tempt his appetite.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I hope you may be right,&quot; said Balder. &quot;But I'm afraid we
+shall not
+get rid of this gloomy guest so quickly; he's only watching for a more
+favorable opportunity to steal in again, though I don't understand what
+he hopes to find here.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;We'll wait till he does, and if necessary use our right to
+close our
+doors. He has left us his card: 'Unter den Linden, No. 10.' Of course
+in the most fashionable locality. The children of God, who neither sow
+nor reap, since their Heavenly Father feeds them, can afford themselves
+every luxury, while we children of the world--but you're right,
+Reginchen, the dinner will get cold. Come, child, let me pour you out a
+glass of wine. I'll take water myself, to cool my indignation over the
+false prophet.&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER XIV.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">Meantime Lorinser had only crept down one flight of stairs and
+stopped
+before the door on the second story. He read the name on the small
+sign, listened a few minutes, and then gently pulled the bell.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Christiane opened the door and gazed in surprise at the
+stranger, whom
+she had just seen with Edwin. His penetrating gaze rested on her a
+moment, then he raised his eyes toward the ceiling of the entry, as if
+solely interested in the spiders' webs.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Fräulein Christiane Falk?&quot; said he.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She made an almost imperceptible bow. &quot;What do you want, sir?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Will you allow me to come in a moment, the errand that brings
+me to
+you can hardly be discussed here--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She drew back a step from the threshold to admit him. In an
+instant he
+had crossed the ante-room and entered the half sitting room half
+bedroom, to which we were introduced the night that this story opened.
+Its appearance in the broad daylight was not much more cheerful, than
+by the feeble rays of the little lamp. The walls were hung with faded
+tapestry, but destitute of pictures. The floor was uncarpeted, there
+were no flowers, none of the hundred trifles with which lonely women
+adorn their rooms and endeavor to supply the lack of human
+companionship; nothing but a quantity of books on the bureau, the
+volume of Schopenhauer on the table before the sofa, and numerous
+sheets of music scattered in disorder over the piano. The whole
+produced the impression that there were no bright eyes here, to whom
+life was pleasant for the sake of its charms.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The face of the occupant only too plainly confirmed the
+testimony of
+the mute objects around her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The features were unlovely, harsh, and no longer youthful, the
+brows
+almost met over the light grey eyes, the hair, thick but not soft, hung
+over the pale brow like a heavy shadow. The only charm in this stern
+visage, the full mouth with its dazzlingly white teeth, had a decided
+approach to a mustache, and by its habitual expression of gloomy
+defiance seemed to contradict the idea that this face could ever wish
+to please. The same avoidance of all desire for comeliness was visible
+in the dress. But even the most clumsy folds could not wholly conceal
+the fact that the masculine head was placed on a most exquisite female
+figure.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She stood quietly by the table, opposite to Lorinser, who
+without
+waiting for her invitation, had thrown himself upon the little sofa and
+was scanning the apartment with his lightning like side glance. With a
+careless gesture of the hand he invited her to sit down beside him, but
+she remained standing motionless, with folded arms.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Honored Fräulein,&quot; said he, &quot;I have heard so much of your
+talent, my
+friend Doctor Edwin, your fellow lodger, has just confirmed it so
+warmly, that it seems to me like a direct interposition of Providence
+that I have now found my way to you. My business can be stated in two
+words. Some friends who were not satisfied with the public worship of
+the church, have for some time arranged a quiet service of their own,
+in which music occupies an important part. The lady who formerly played
+the harmonium, has gone away. There is no one among us who could take
+her place, so I undertook to provide a substitute. I thought of you,
+Fräulein. That you are no virtuoso of the common stamp, but a person to
+whom the mysterious nature of true, genuine music is revealed, I see by
+a single glance at that book, in which I read the names of Bach and
+Glück, and--allow me to speak frankly--one look into your eyes, which
+beam with a deeper radiance than those of ordinary women. Those eyes
+bear witness that your music is your religion. I will not conceal from
+you that this point of view does not yet seem to me the highest one. To
+me, music is only a stepping stone to divine happiness, though
+certainly one of the nearest to the throne of the Eternal. However, I
+am not here to preach to you. Besides, no one in our circle will annoy
+you by the supposition that you will share our devotions. But for what
+you give us, you will in every sense be richly rewarded. I only beg to
+tell you on what conditions--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And suppose I could not consent upon any condition?&quot; she
+quietly
+interrupted.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He seized the book that lay on the table before him, turned
+the leaves
+without apparently taking any notice of their contents, and after a
+short pause replied:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You will perhaps think differently, Fräulein, when I tell you
+that you
+need not attend these religious exercises in person. The instrument
+stands in a room, which is divided from the hall where we assemble by a
+tolerably large apartment. You will play as if to yourself, and not a
+whisper of what takes place in the little congregation outside, will
+reach your ears. In this way both you and we will be spared any mutual
+annoyance, and only share what is alike to all.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He looked at her with a keen, searching glance. She was gazing
+into
+vacancy, and seemed to be considering how far she should reveal her
+most secret feelings to this stranger. A bitter expression suddenly
+flitted over her lips, and her brows contracted.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Pardon me,&quot; she said hastily, &quot;if I must decline under any
+circumstances, to take part in what is called divine service. My
+reasons for so doing I may be permitted to keep to myself. I doubt
+whether they would be understood, far less appreciated by you, and I am
+not accustomed to be faithless to my convictions, even for the large
+fee you intimate I should receive.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Your reasons?&quot; he said smiling, as he rose and approached
+her. &quot;Will
+you permit me to read these reasons, or rather this one motive from
+your brow?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Sir--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She looked at him in astonishment and retreated a step, as if
+to
+protect her personal freedom. He stood still and again gazed steadily
+at the ceiling.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The one reason that you will take no part in any religious
+service,
+is: that you have no God whom you desire to serve,&quot; he said in the
+frankest possible tone, as if he were speaking of something that was
+quite a matter of course.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She did not answer immediately. The man's amazing assurance
+seemed to
+intimidate her. She was forced to arm herself with her old defiance ere
+she could reply.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Did you really read it from my brow, or only in the book on
+the
+table?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My dear Fräulein,&quot; he answered kindly, &quot;if I had had the
+honor of a
+longer acquaintance with you, you would expect me to be able to solve
+so easy an enigma without such aid. The author of that book, believe
+me, with all his atheism, knew more of God than you do--at least at
+this time, for he knew that which alone leads to Him, and which so far
+as I see, has hitherto remained unknown to you, and therefore renders
+the natural estrangement from God you share with countless others, so
+harsh and apparently necessary: <i>sin</i>. You need not answer yes or no.
+I'm sure of it: whatever errors and weaknesses have entered your life,
+you have never known sin, <i>that</i> sin which alone arouses in the wilful
+heart the need, the longing for redemption, the burning sense of our
+own weakness and baseness, which makes us thirst for God and is at last
+stilled by the dew of mercy. Do you smile, Fräulein? This language
+seems to exaggerated to express the naked truth. Some day you will
+remember it, and no longer smile.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; he continued as if in sudden agitation, pacing up and
+down the
+room with hasty strides. &quot;I will not give you up. I have felt too
+strongly attracted toward you, from the first words that fell from your
+lips, to be able to go away now and say to myself: this strong,
+beautiful soul will never find the way to the holy of holies. Even such
+a powerful guide as music will only lead you to the threshold. Believe
+me, my dear Fräulein, I too have had similar experiences; I too once
+said like you: the God who has created heaven and earth and myself, is
+too great for my love, too distant for my longing, too silent for my
+confidence. And why should I have desired to approach him? What did I
+lack, so long as I had <i>myself</i>, my virtue, my worldly pleasure, my
+good works? Not until the day when I first became familiar with sin,
+when I had lost <i>myself</i>, did I learn how near this far off being can
+come, how eloquently he can console, how lovingly he can draw you to
+himself. Since that time all the sorrows of the world, of which that
+bewildering book speaks, have seemed to me mere child's play in
+comparison to the misfortune of being sufficient to ourselves and
+attempting to fight our way through the unconquerable horrors of
+existence, by means of common place honesty, courage, and innocence,
+the trivial 'always practice truth and justice.'&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He remained standing before her and held out both hands, but
+she
+continued to keep her arms folded over her breast.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I don't understand you,&quot; she replied, &quot;and moreover do not
+know why I
+should take the trouble to understand you--above all, why <i>you</i> should
+take the trouble to attempt to aid me in your own way. I do not feel at
+all sick, and what I need to make me <i>happy</i> neither man nor God can
+give. If the sense of your sinfulness has made you long for a
+'Saviour,' I do not envy you this happiness. I am a lonely woman; I
+have nothing but myself, my pride, my obstinacy, if you choose to call
+it so. If I must lose this, must become a worm and wallow in the
+mire--then to be sure I too might probably succeed in crawling to the
+cross. But I do not desire a God, who must draw me to himself through
+sin and disgrace! If he cannot clasp his honest, upright creatures to
+his heart, I prefer to remain a step child.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You <i>prefer</i>.&quot; said Lorinser in a low, but very impressive
+tone. &quot;If
+you always <i>can</i> do so.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Who is to prevent me from being faithful to myself?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;One who is stronger than our wills: the devil.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I am too old for nursery tales.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh! my dear child,&quot; he replied, &quot;there are nursery tales
+which we
+first experience, when our infant's socks are laid aside and we have
+discarded the nurse's milk for sound human reason. Have you never
+learned that some power is exerted over our wills by a sudden, as it
+were magical influence? Has no eye ever bewitched you, no voice ever
+set your blood on fire, no hand ever destroyed your defiant obstinacy
+by a single touch?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A deep flush suddenly suffused Fräulein Falk's dark face.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;How do you presume to play the part of an inquisitor toward a
+lady
+whom you see for the first time?&quot; she vehemently burst forth. &quot;Be kind
+enough to leave me, sir, our conversation has taken a turn--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She drew back as if to leave the way to the door open. He
+smilingly
+took his hat from the table, but remained standing in the middle of the
+room, waving it carelessly to and fro, with his eyes fixed upon the
+floor.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You wrong me,&quot; said he. &quot;I am not so indiscreet as to seek to
+force
+myself into your confidence. What I said was aimed at people in
+general. Inspired poets and sentimental children of the world talk of
+the magic of love. As if these things were not perfectly natural, so
+natural that the power exercised over the will has been very properly
+compared to chemical processes. The word magic can only be used when
+unnatural--supernatural things occur. If you follow the promptings of
+your inclinations, your blood, your nature, even were it along the
+worst paths, to the greatest injury of yourself and others--is there
+any witchcraft in it? Error, weakness, perversity--I repeat it--are
+very human evils, and do not lead to God. But to be urged on to what is
+most foreign, hostile to your nature, to be forced, in dread and
+horror, to do what you abhor, to be faithless to what is dearest--you
+see, Fräulein, that this only occurs under the influence of a powerful
+spell, the only one that still remains in this enlightened world, and
+whose consequences God scuds his pardoning mercy to destroy or efface:
+<i>the magic of sin</i>. I beg your pardon for having troubled you so long.
+Perhaps I shall frequently have the pleasure of conversing with you
+about these mysteries.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He bowed with the look and smile of a man, who has tamed a
+fierce
+lioness and can now venture to enter her cage alone. She stood
+speechless, and made no motion to accompany him to the door. Her arms
+hung loosely by her side, her chin drooped on her breast, her eyes were
+closed as if she had given herself up to gloomy thoughts.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mohr and Franzelius were just going up the narrow stairs, as
+Lorinser
+closed Christiane's door behind him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Coming from different directions, they had met at the outer
+door, and
+unwelcome as the encounter was to both--for Mohr, who had his play in
+his pocket, would also have liked to see the brothers alone--each was
+too awkward or too proud to avoid the other.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">They had bowed in silence, and Mohr had allowed the printer to
+precede
+him. When they now met Lorinser on the stairs, Franzelius stepped aside
+like a person who unexpectedly treads upon a toad. The incident even
+made him forget his unfriendly relations with the eternal joker, and
+pausing on the landing he looked after the rapidly retreating figure,
+saying in a tone of the most intense abhorrence:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Did you see that man, Mohr?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He came out of the young lady's room. Who is he? Where did
+you make
+his acquaintance, Gracchus?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He's the same malicious hypocrite who made that speech before
+our
+society. It's a pity the thought occurred to me too late, I might have
+thanked him for the information he gave the police.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Or helped him down stairs a little faster; he seems to have
+scented
+this <i>esprit de l'escalier</i>!&quot; Mohr replied, essaying to jest, but
+instantly added with a gloomy brow, &quot;What did the pale rascal want
+there? Couldn't she have shut the door on him, as well as better
+people?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A bed-bug makes its way everywhere.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're right, Franzel!&quot; replied Mohr with an angry laugh.
+Then
+twisting his under lip awry, muttered: &quot;Eternal Gods! I would not have
+believed that a man could fall low enough to envy a bed-bug!&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>BOOK II.</h2>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER I.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">He who undertakes to tell a &quot;true story&quot;--and ours is as fully
+attested
+as any a novelist ever gathered from family archives--he who represents
+life, as it is experienced, not imagined, must be prepared for all
+sorts of objections and contradictions. The most improbable events, as
+is well known, are those which most frequently happen, and on the other
+hand nothing meets with less credence than that which nobody doubts;
+though there are exceptions to the rule. Even on the stage we are not
+accustomed to have a lover play a character part, any more than it will
+be obvious to the readers of this entirely veracious history, when we
+report the authentic fact that Edwin, faithful to his voluntary vow,
+actually waited until the end of the week before he again entered the
+dangerous house in Jägerstrasse, nay that he even put his resolution to
+a still harder test, by waiting until the afternoon and occupying
+himself during the morning as usual. Our knowledge of the age he had
+attained before being attacked by love, only renders the matter the
+more incredible, as childish diseases are always more violent when
+contracted in riper years. We have as yet seen too few tests of his
+philosophy, of the influence of this stern science upon his character,
+to be able to derive any explanation of his stoical abstinence. But
+whatever share it may have had in his conduct, when on that Saturday
+afternoon, he at last entered the memorable street, he found himself in
+anything but a philosophical mood. The hand with which he stroked
+Balder's hair trembled perceptibly; instead of the two little volumes
+of Wilhelm Meister he intended to put in his pocket, he only took the
+second, and the volume which with its mysterious beauties might almost
+bear away the palm from her own Balzac. He answered Feyertag, who
+endeavored to draw him into a learned conversation as he crossed the
+courtyard, so confusedly, that the worthy man was greatly delighted and
+told his wife the Herr Doctor, was beginning to feel a proper respect
+for his intelligence; he had said things to him to-day so terribly
+learned, that they were almost incomprehensible.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">On the way, our by no means heroically disposed hero
+endeavored to be
+prepared for an emergency, which he considered almost as a favor of
+fortune--that he might not find her at home, or be refused admittance.
+He resolved to bear this like a man and make no attempt to bribe or
+learn anything from the striped waist-coat. But when the solemn boy
+received him with the words: &quot;The young lady is at home and begs the
+gentleman to walk in&quot;--it seemed as if it would have been utterly
+impossible for him to go away without seeing her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When he entered the little red parlor, she was standing before
+the
+table at which she appeared to have been writing, and came forward to
+receive him with the frankest cordiality, as if he were an old
+acquaintance who had been long expected. The repellant coldness had
+vanished from her face, only a certain look of abstraction frequently
+recalled her former expression. She thanked him for having kept his
+promise and even brought her something new again. &quot;But,&quot; she added, &quot;I
+must not give you any farther trouble, especially if you continue to
+act as you did the first time, and leave the books at the outer door.
+You can surely make a better use of your time, than in running errands
+for a stranger, and I cannot promise you that a closer acquaintance
+will repay you for your trouble.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He answered with a few courteous words that betrayed none of
+the
+thoughts passing in his mind. Her presence had again produced so
+strange an impression, that he needed a short time to regain his
+composure. To-day, in her simple dress of crimson silk, with her hair
+wrapped in braids around her head and again utterly devoid of ornament,
+she seemed even more bewitching than when he first saw her. Yet there
+was a timidity almost bordering upon sadness in her voice and
+movements, that was contagious and overawed him more than her former
+careless ease.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You would certainly have gone away to-day too, if I had not
+expressly
+invited you in,&quot; said she. &quot;But it would not have required so much
+discretion to convince me that you are an exception to the usual rule.
+I saw in the first fifteen minutes of our acquaintance, that you were
+not like other men, from whose importunity it is difficult for a
+solitary girl to protect herself. That is why I am glad to see you
+again and thank you in person. I live so entirely alone, and although
+it is my own wish, the days are long and the necessity of hearing some
+voice except the twittering of the birds and the meaningless remarks of
+the servants, soon forces itself upon one. Besides, we like to discuss
+what we have read. To be sure--&quot; she added hesitatingly, tapping the
+book that lay beside her portfolio with her rosy finger--&quot;to speak of
+what you have lately brought me--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What have you read?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A great many of the poems; I was familiar with almost all
+from seeing
+them in collections, some even when I was at school. But in reading
+them together I now realize their beauty, at least so far as I
+understand them. But--Werther--you will scarcely believe that although
+I am twenty-one this is the first time I have read it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What an enviable person!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;How so?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I devoured it at fifteen, when I was far too young and
+verdant to
+enjoy that most beautiful and mature of all the works ever written for
+young people.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Perhaps I'm already too old,&quot; she said blushing, &quot;or still
+too young.
+For--it will seem very foolish and perhaps incomprehensible to you: I
+had some difficulty in getting through it.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That is,&quot; she hastily corrected herself, &quot;I found certain
+things
+wonderfully beautiful, the spirit, the clearness, the lofty, melancholy
+thoughts, and what a living thing nature seems to become--I have copied
+many passages to read again. But the whole, the work itself--you will
+surely think me childish or heartless, if I confess that I was not in
+the least affected when Werther shot himself.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He gazed into her black eyes with a quiet smile.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Not even as much by Père Goriot&quot; said he.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; she answered in an undertone. &quot;I cannot help it, nothing
+makes
+any impression upon me unless I can imagine it might happen to myself.
+This good Père Goriot, who is so ill repaid for all he does for his
+daughters, the daughters themselves, who have an actual passion for
+spending a great deal of money and living in fabulous luxury, I can
+understand very well. I too had a father who would have sacrificed
+himself for me if necessary, as I would have done for him, and it is by
+no means strange to me that people can set their hearts on a thousand
+beautiful things which only the rich should possess. But that a man can
+no longer live, because he--because he is in love--with somebody's
+wife--is a thing of which I have no idea. Why do you look at me so?
+Don't you believe me? You can do so safely, I always say what I think.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I'm only looking at you,&quot; he replied, &quot;because I do not know
+how to
+reconcile your words, which I do not doubt, with your face and your
+twenty-one years.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And why not?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Do not consider it a tasteless compliment: but with such a
+face, I
+should hardly think a person could live twenty-one years in the world,
+without at least perceiving in others, what mad follies a man
+desperately in love may commit. And have you never been moved when you
+made some one unhappy, even if your own heart remained untouched? You
+have probably known nothing of hunger except from hearsay, and yet the
+sight of misery touches you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Certainly,&quot; she answered thoughtfully; &quot;but you're mistaken,
+if you
+suppose I have never suffered want myself. There have been times--but
+that's my own affair. On the contrary, the love that has been offered
+me has either seemed untrue and ridiculous, or excited actual horror
+and loathing, never compassion.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin's surprise increased at every word, whose sincerity he
+could not
+doubt. But if it were as she said and her grave innocent gaze
+confirmed--how had she come to these suspicious lodgings in such more
+than doubtful company? What, if she had nothing to repent, was the
+cause of this avoidance of men, this mysterious love of solitude in one
+so young and independent?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He noticed that she looked surprised at his silence, and in
+order to
+make some remark, said:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If you place so little value on the passion, which since the
+beginning
+of creation has, with hunger, been the motive power of the world, your
+purveyor of romances certainly has a difficult task. Or would you
+prefer novels of the latest style, which only contain enough love not
+to frighten the owners of circulating libraries?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; she replied laughing, &quot;I'm not quite so spoiled. Dear
+me, what I
+read aloud to my dear father was always French literature, which often,
+as I noticed by his making me skip a chapter, was by no means fit for a
+young girl. But do you know what I don't understand? Why the authors
+don't have a better appreciation of their advantages and write only
+stories which contain very elegant, rich, brilliant scenes, handsome
+parks, castles, numerous servants, and fireworks, concerts, and balls
+every night. I should never weary of such books, as when a child I
+could always read over and over again the fairy tales, in which a fairy
+or magician builds in a single night a splendid palace of gold and
+jewels, with the horses' mangers of silver, and their hoofs studded
+with diamonds. Ought not poetry to describe a fairer world than this,
+which with all its <i>petites misères</i>, is only too familiar to us?
+Instead of that, village tales have now become fashionable, and all the
+fuss, is made about them. Who can be interested in reading how Christen
+seeks a wife and obtains now a well-kept farm, and now a neglected one?
+And the principal point is always about a few hundred thalers more or
+less; when they are obtained, the story ends. That--you must not be
+offended by my frankness--is what seemed so strange to me in Werther:
+narrow commonplace surroundings, ordinary, provincial people, and the
+heroine--I will say nothing about the bread and butter--but has she a
+lofty, noble soul? Does she love Werther or not? And if she does--but
+you're smiling. I'm probably saying very stupid things. Teach me, if it
+seems worth while. It's so tiresome always to think for one's self, in
+doing which of course one is always right.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My dear Fräulein,&quot; said he, &quot;I have hitherto had very little
+inclination to disturb people who were in perfect harmony with
+themselves, even if I felt differently. Why should they not have the
+right to devote their attention solely to the beautiful and brilliant?
+I only wish you might belong to the favored few, who during their whole
+lives never see the wrong side of the world. He who has once become
+familiar with it, is certainly interested in finding even amid the
+narrow, commonplace limits of this miserable existence treasures and
+blessings, which fill his heart and make his life lovely. But you--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You are very much mistaken,&quot; she gravely interrupted. &quot;I have
+already
+told you that I too know what it is to sit in the shadow and feel no
+ray of warmth from the sun that illumines the fairy castles of others.
+But it is for that very reason, that I do not wish to be reminded in
+books of what I have already had a sufficient experience of in my life,
+and found by no means amusing or poetical. And however it maybe with
+outward cares, their charms and pleasures; the inward poverty, the
+miserable, half developed, embittered, starved feelings, the oppression
+beneath which human souls drag out such a painful existence--will you
+assert that these also are fitting themes for the poet's art?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He was just beginning to reply, with a sense of secret
+surprise at the
+gloomy, dismal feeling underlying her words, when the striped waistcoat
+appeared at the door of the dining room. The dwarf had evidently just
+brushed his tow colored wig, fastened his cravat tighter, and drawn on
+a pair of white cotton gloves, which only made his short hands more
+clumsy.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Pardon me for not interrupting the regular routine of my
+day,&quot; said
+the beautiful girl, suddenly adopting a gayer tone. &quot;That is my tyrant.
+Small as he is, and submissive as he pretends to be--if I'm not
+punctual at my meals, I lose his favor. The young man can vie in good
+sense and faithfulness with many grown persons, but his stomach is
+still a child's and must have its dues every two or three hours, or he
+gets very ill-natured. But I may venture to invite you to be my guest.
+The restaurant provides me with such an abundant supply of food, that
+even Jean sometimes gives up the task of attempting to eat the portion
+I leave. You have already dined? But you will at least give me your
+society; for my usual company, to which I will introduce you directly,
+is only a make-shift.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She preceded him into the little dining room, where the boy
+nimbly
+pushed a second chair up to the daintily spread table. But before the
+young girl sat down, she went to the bird cage and opened the gilded
+door. &quot;There,&quot; said she, clapping her hands three times as if for a
+signal, &quot;there they come flying out. Some of them understand the order
+of proceedings and will instruct the new comers--those shy ones at the
+back that will not venture out. You must not suppose I take pleasure in
+shutting up the poor things; I buy new ones almost every day, mere
+native birds, as you see, just to feed them here a little while, and
+then after they have given me their society at dinner, I let them fly
+away again. Many, to be sure, will not go; but I am not to blame for
+that. Whoever voluntarily resigns freedom for good food and care, must
+accept imprisonment cheerfully. <i>Tu l'as voulu!</i>&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He listened to her quietly as a part of the gay feathered
+flock darted
+out of the cage and fluttered around the table and corners of the room,
+while the others remained timidly within. The window stood wide open;
+some of the most insignificant in appearance, after hesitating a
+moment, whetting their beaks on the sill and trying their wings, soared
+out into the open air with loud chirps and twitterings. The remainder,
+among which a beautiful gold-finch was the most attractive, crowded
+about the side-board and covered dishes on the table, in eager
+expectation of the good things they were to receive.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I don't object to being alone all day,&quot; said the young
+mistress,
+taking her seat and motioning Edwin, with a gesture of charming
+authoritativeness, to sit down in the opposite chair, &quot;but it is
+horrible to eat alone. One never feels so inhuman, selfish, and hard
+hearted, as when one is putting one piece of food after another into
+one's mouth entirely by himself. I always begin to think of the
+hundreds of thousands who have nothing to eat, and the thought disgusts
+me with my favorite dishes, so that I can scarcely half satisfy my
+hunger. But now look at this unruly rabble. How they quarrel and
+scuffle over every little crumb, and the greatest eater there, the
+little magpie, grudges the black bird every mouthful. Will you be
+quiet, you ugly thing?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She took a silver salt spoon and tapped the bird, that was
+giving
+itself such airs, gently on the back, but without making any special
+impression upon him, and then cut some little biscuits which had been
+served with the dessert, into pieces, strewed sugared almonds over
+them, and divided these dainties between half a dozen little plates,
+which she placed in a circle on the table. The greedy birds instantly
+assembled around their food; only a few timid ones that remained on the
+side board preferred to take the crumbs she threw them, while the
+boldest perched on the edge of the dish of fruit, and rioted
+undisturbed on the magnificent pears and peaches.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Meantime she herself began to eat, after vainly urging Edwin
+to do so,
+and finally insisted that he must at least try some of the sweet
+Spanish wine, of which she only sipped a little from a slender crystal
+glass to drink his health. She ate in the same manner, tiny morsels
+which she took from her plate with the silver fork, and while busily
+talking, partook a little more freely of four or five vegetables and
+one sweet dish, but scarcely touched the meats. Edwin jestingly asked
+if she were a vegetarian. She requested him to explain the word, which
+she did not understand. &quot;That's an excellent system,&quot; she said with a
+thoughtful nod, &quot;I'm really a born vegetarian, without knowing it until
+to-day, and have often been laughed at in consequence. See that
+partridge, how sadly it thrusts its roasted beak into its own larded
+breast! I cannot look at it without reproaching myself for the happy
+creature's early death. And I was not even personally acquainted with
+the poor thing. But I could never have the heart to eat the chickens my
+mother had fed herself. She called it affectation! Dear me, my appetite
+in those days was far too healthy to allow me to be sentimental at the
+expense of my stomach. Now I have little enough and believe I could
+live upon bread and fruits.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">As she said all this with a mixture of innocent gayety and
+womanly
+consciousness, while her manner toward her guest was one of the most
+perfect ease--he became more and more doubtful what to think of this
+mysterious creature. He had had very little intercourse with ladies who
+had seemed particularly worthy of notice. Face to face with this
+problem, which even experienced connoisseurs of women had given up, all
+his psychological wisdom was of no avail. But some secret feeling,
+which would not be stifled, told him that whatever perverted, noxious,
+or dangerous things there might be in this girl's character or fate,
+the depths of her nature were pure and true, and even the open coquetry
+with which she had entered into the rôle of a fairy among her enchanted
+princes in the cage, had a tinge of innocent fancy, and suited her as
+well as the ribbons and spangles of the child, who in play decks itself
+to represent a princess.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You have grown so quiet,&quot; she said, paring a peach and
+placing half of
+it on his plate, &quot;that I see there is something about me of which you
+do not approve,--perhaps the frankness with which I treat you like an
+old acquaintance. Say so openly; true, I shall not be able to change my
+manner, but I don't wish to impose any constraint upon you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I am reflecting,&quot; said he, &quot;upon the strange chance which has
+brought
+me to this place. Is it not really like a fairy tale, that I am here in
+your society, while you do not even know my name, and I nothing more of
+you than yours?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She raised the silver fruit knife she held in her hand, and
+with a
+roguish, mysterious expression, pressed it to her laughing lips. &quot;Let
+that pass,&quot; said she, &quot;it has all come about by natural means, without
+any magic or sorcery. But for that very reason, it is better to enjoy
+it so long as it lasts, and not spoil it by reflections and
+investigations.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Will it last?&quot; he asked gravely.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A little longer, a few weeks perhaps, who knows?
+Afterwards--what will
+come afterwards nobody can tell. But if it seems like a fairy tale, be
+kind and wise enough to let it remain so, do not seek to penetrate any
+farther into my life, so that I shall be forced to explain the
+connection. There's nothing very remarkable concealed in it, at least
+nothing particularly pleasant or cheerful. I'm really glad that I have
+made your acquaintance; I was too much alone, and in my situation I
+must beware of all persons whom I cannot implicitly trust. Why I have
+confided in you, I do not know; but so it is, and I should really be
+grieved if you did not think well of me, or if you were deterred from
+coming again in consequence of my frank expressions of opinion in
+regard to the various things I read or experience. And you must not
+come too often. I do not wish to cause gossip among the people in the
+house; but two or three times a week about this hour, before it is time
+to go to the theatre--only you must not first get your dinner at home.
+Will you promise me that?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She rose and held out her hand, which he hastily grasped and
+pressed
+cordially in his own.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;May the meal be blessed to you!&quot; she said smiling. &quot;We always
+said
+that in my parent's house, and I miss it here. Jean has too much
+respect for me, and the birds cannot be taught to do it. So I shall see
+you again soon, and you will bring Göthe's other works, of which you
+have spoken?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He bowed silently, involuntarily placing his hand on his
+heart, and in
+a very puzzled mood left her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Just as he emerged from the house, a light carriage drove up;
+the
+gentleman, who had himself held the reins threw them to the servant
+sitting behind and sprang out with the laughing exclamation: &quot;Doctor,
+are you mad?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Marquard! Is it you? Have you a patient in this house?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Only one, who as I see, is making my efforts superfluous by
+taking the
+cure into his own hands. Or have you not just come from <i>her</i>?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;From her? I don't understand you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Hypocrite! As if I did not see the fire in your heart burning
+through
+your vest&quot; (Marquard was fond of quoting from Heine.) &quot;My dear fellow,
+you won't find it so easy to deceive an old diagnostician of my stamp.
+But how the deuce did you get on her track again?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Let's walk a few steps down the street,&quot; said Edwin coloring.
+&quot;The
+windows are open, every word can be heard up stairs.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He seized the doctor by the arm and drew him away, relating in
+an
+undertone the story of the lost book-mark, and leaving it in doubt
+whether the accident had brought him here to-day for the first time.
+&quot;And you,&quot; he hastily concluded. &quot;How did you discover that our
+neighbor in the box at the theatre lived here?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;By means of the vein I laudably struck,&quot; declaimed the
+doctor. &quot;The
+renewal of my acquaintance with this fair Sphinx is only two days old,
+and I fear it will not long survive the third. Day before yesterday,
+while visiting a patient in one of the opposite houses, I was suddenly
+summoned from his bedside; a boy was dangerously ill; I must come as
+soon as possible to the very house before which we just met. How I
+scaled the staircase and entered the second story rooms on the wings of
+my professional duty--a doctor is an enviable person, Edwin! All doors
+open to him, while to you ordinary mortals they only unclose when you
+knock as honest finders of property, or--rascally seekers. Imagine my
+joyful surprise, when the fair enigma who had so icily dismissed me in
+the box, now hastily approached and in the confusion of terror claimed
+my assistance.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Was she ill?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Not she herself But she has a lad in her service, a
+ridiculous little
+fellow, who had already amused me greatly when he summoned me from the
+other side of the street. The mysterious stranger--who at any rate
+seems to have a kind heart, especially for minors--had allowed her
+footman to invite a younger brother to dine with him, and the two
+precocious men of the world had consumed a bottle of Cape wine and
+smoked some horrible cigars. The striped waistcoat's stomach, already
+hardened to such sins, endured the orgy without injury, while the
+hopeful Jean junior lay like a broken lily on his brother's bed, and
+had frightened the young lady, who had not the least suspicion of the
+cause--the young tipplers had carefully put the bottle away--almost to
+death. Now I could not possibly do Jean--who was leering significantly
+at me, and had taken me into his confidence on the way--the injury of
+making light of the case. Besides, successful cures of difficult cases
+are a greater recommendation to a young physician, than the treatment
+of the sickness that follows a drunken spree. So I took the pallid
+scamp to his unsuspicious parents in my own carriage, and yesterday
+reported his rapid progress toward convalescence. I'm now just in the
+act of giving the second bulletin; but as, when I left him, the patient
+was eating pears and dumplings with the best possible appetite, and his
+noble patroness intends to visit him herself, you can understand that I
+shall not be able to pay many more visits to the fairy castle; for
+which I am very sorry--especially on your account, since according to
+promise--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I have just told you--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That you're a Cato or a Plato, whichever you prefer.
+Meantime--even
+without having felt your pulse--I see by your whole appearance, that
+you're on the direct road to remain so no longer. My best blessing on
+your conversion, old boy, and better luck than has fallen to me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, you may suppose that during my visit yesterday, I made
+every
+effort to appear not only the experienced physician, but also the
+profound connoisseur in female hearts and female beauty. <i>Oleum et
+operam</i>, my dear fellow! A statue, I tell you, a marble Sphinx would
+have been more moved by my engaging manners. This young glacier in
+Brussels lace remained as unapproachable as on the first evening, and
+will you believe it: even my secret ally, Jean the Little, who ought to
+be grateful--is a <i>rocher de bronze</i> in everything that concerns his
+mistress. The maid, my last hope, did not appear. So I'm just as wise
+to-day as I was before, or rather still more stupid, for all my
+experience and psychology have not helped me to understand our solitary
+beauty, or make up my mind whether she belongs to the great world, the
+<i>demi monde</i>, or no world at all.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There can be no lack of people who will help you on the
+trail.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Perhaps others know more,&quot; said the doctor, as he paused and
+cleaned
+his spectacles. &quot;Meantime, as I told you just now: I give her up. I
+hereby relinquish her to you for the second time and forever, and swear
+by yonder turrets, that it does not even cost me an effort. She's an
+amphibious creature, a beautiful, faultless young serpent, just fit
+to drive men mad. I prefer warm, red blood. I've discovered some
+one--curiously enough in your house--a soubrette, who takes lessons
+from your piano-playing young lady--not by any means so exquisite or
+princess like as our sphinx, but to make amends--you know 'we don't cry
+for the moon' unless we are incorrigible idealists and star gazers,
+like certain people.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He laughingly shook hands with Edwin and entered the house
+before which
+his carriage was waiting.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER II.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">Ever since the day mentioned in the last chapter, Edwin had
+become a
+regular dinner guest at the house in Jägerstrasse. He came every third
+day, but could never be induced to encroach upon little Jean's share of
+the remains of the meal any farther than he had done the first time. He
+dined as it were symbolically, by dipping a biscuit in the dainty glass
+which the young hostess filled with Spanish wine. If she asked him why
+he would never gratify her by really eating, he pleaded his old
+fashioned custom of dining at noon. In reality, his feelings rebelled
+against being so luxuriously entertained in the fairy castle, after
+having merely been a spectator at the scanty meal in the &quot;tun.&quot;
+Besides, he was now separated from Balder so often and so long, that he
+wished at any cost to keep their cosy dinner hour, where jesting with
+Reginchen roused him a short time from his reveries. Yet it happened
+more and more frequently, that his evenings were not spent at home.
+True, his fair friend always dismissed him just before she went to the
+theatre, and neither invited him to accompany her nor gave him any hope
+of seeing her afterwards. But the hour spent in talking with her,
+during which he played the part of the calm, clever thinker, her &quot;wise
+friend,&quot; as she jestingly called him, left his soul in a state of
+agitation, a fever of doubt, longing, gloom, and happiness, which he
+was forced to calm by long, lonely walks, before he could associate
+with others again.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He knew also that Balder was rarely alone at these times, Mohr
+came
+almost every evening to chat, to play chess with him, or to sit at the
+open window and listen to Christiane's piano. He declared that this
+music and Balder's golden mane were the only domestic medicines that
+afforded him any relief, when he had a particularly violent attack of
+his chronic self-contempt. He often brought some of his verses with him
+or a scene of his famous comedy: &quot;I am I, and rely on myself,&quot; to get
+the youth's opinion, but could never make up his mind to read them
+aloud. Now and then Franzelius also appeared, but soon went away again
+if he met Mohr. To be sure the latter, at Balder's request, made the
+most earnest efforts to curb his mocking tongue and to spare the fiery
+tribune of the people, who was so helpless when in a small company. But
+his mere presence annoyed the irritable fellow, especially as he
+imagined that since Mohr's return some secret barrier had arisen
+between himself and Balder. He loved the youth more than any other
+human being, and knew that no one understood him better. Now he was
+jealous of every smile that Mohr's quaint manner won from his darling,
+and in his stupidity and dullness, felt doubly at a disadvantage in the
+presence of the cynical jester, who nevertheless was an object of scorn
+to him, as a drone among the working bees.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Balder, with his delicate sensibility, would probably have
+been even
+more careful than usual to soothe his wounded friend; but he was very
+anxious, and his thoughts, even while the two young men were with him,
+secretly followed his brother along the unknown paths, of which he had
+such a superficial knowledge. Not that Edwin would have concealed where
+he went, and that he was daily becoming more and more ensnared by the
+magic of this singular relation, but he could not reconcile his mind to
+confess the full extent of his weakness, for in so doing he would have
+been obliged to have acknowledged it to himself, and against such an
+acknowledgement all the pride and manliness in his nature struggled.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">How contemptible he appeared to himself when at night, after
+he had
+wandered about, long and aimlessly, he again turned his steps toward
+the house in Jägerstrasse, instead of going home, to stand on the
+opposite side of the street pressed against the wall in some dark
+corner, until her carriage brought her back from the theatre, and then
+to wait hour after hour at his post, to see whether the door would not
+open again and allow some more fortunate person admittance or egress,
+until the light behind her curtain vanished, and every thing around him
+was hushed to repose in the coolness of the autumnal night, except the
+fever in his blood. How he cursed the hour which had first brought him
+to her presence, and made the firmest resolutions to put an end to this
+madness and never cross that fatal threshold again!</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But the next, day would find him once more at the little
+table, envying
+the birds that pecked their food in happy ignorance and in freedom from
+suffering like his.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The young girl herself seemed to have no suspicion of how
+little
+prudence her &quot;wise friend&quot; possessed. She treated him on the tenth day
+exactly as she had done on the first, with the same frank cordiality,
+the same careless confidence; as if it were impossible he could ever
+become more distant or approach her nearer. When he came and went, she
+gave him her hand like an old friend, scolded him if he kept her
+waiting, questioned him, after she had once discovered that his nerves
+were disordered, most sympathizingly about his health, and urged him to
+use all sorts of remedies and medicines, of which she had read or
+heard. More than once she acknowledged that she did not understand how
+she had ever got through the long days before making his acquaintance,
+and only dreaded the moment when he would grow weary of wasting his
+time on such a foolish, ignorant girl, though to be sure the tone in
+which she had expressed this fear was not very grave. But though she
+must have been perfectly aware of her own powers of attraction, the
+idea that any deeper feeling might bind him to her never seemed to
+enter her head. The longer he watched her, the more he became convinced
+that in speaking of love as she had, she had given utterance to her
+real opinions. It actually appeared to her like a sort of madness, by
+which weak minds were sometimes attacked. How a sensible man, who came
+to see her every third day, brought her solid books and said very
+clever things, could be seized by it, would evidently have been
+incomprehensible to her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He perceived all this, recognized the hopelessness of his
+concealed
+longing, the improbability of ever thawing the ice that surrounded her
+like a protecting wall. He had once asked what there was about him to
+inspire her, usually so reserved to every one, with so much confidence
+in him. She laughed, and shaking her head declared that that was a
+secret she intended to keep to herself, and when, contrary to his usual
+custom, he pressed her for an answer, she confessed that neither his
+honest face, nor anything he had said, had given her the assurance that
+he would not abuse her confidence, but--and here she looked at him with
+a bewitchingly droll, half timid, half doubtful smile on her face, as
+if wondering whether he would take it amiss--the fact that he wore no
+gloves, and did not pay any more attention to his dress when he made
+the second visit, than when he first called to return her the bookmark.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He laughed, but was obliged to exert considerable self
+control, to
+treat as a jest a matter that was far from being one to him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He distinctly perceived that she only preferred him because,
+as a being
+belonging to a totally different sphere, she thought him perfectly
+harmless. In the seclusion of her life, a visitor who, like him,
+brought her amusement without making any special claims, was very
+welcome, and the fact that he meantime remained as much a stranger to
+her, as she to him, only increased the charm of this intercourse.
+Besides, a man who always visited her in the same grey summer suit and
+without gloves, was safe from the least suspicion of desiring any
+closer relation.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">There were moments when he could not help being grateful to
+her
+honesty, for not leaving him in doubt about the impassable gulf between
+her worldly desires and needs and his own, when he suddenly shrank from
+the mere thought that she could ever return his passion, as if such a
+return would be a terrible misfortune. Aside from all the mystery that
+surrounded her, how could he ever hope to harmonize his fate and
+Balder's, their cheerfully endured poverty, his duties to his
+profession, with the life she led, and which alone could be
+satisfactory to her, since she expressed no wish to change it. He only
+needed to imagine her in the place of Reginchen, who brought them their
+dinner, and to transport to the &quot;tun&quot; the form of his enchantress, with
+the striped waistcoat and his silver dish behind her, to measure the
+abyss of impossibility that yearned between them.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Thus weeks elapsed, without any change, either for the better
+or worse,
+having taken place in their intercourse. To be sure he did not always
+find her in the same mood; oftentimes he even thought he perceived that
+she had been weeping, or she greeted him with a look of surprise, as if
+it were difficult for her to recall her thoughts from some distant
+scene to him and what he brought. But a few words from Edwin were
+sufficient to clear her brow and transform her once more into the
+frank, friendly child that, with all her pampering and the strange
+independence of her life, she really was. She fairly provoked him to
+sometimes catch her in a piece of carelessness or failure in etiquette,
+and then he treated her with condescending, sarcastic composure, as if
+she were a person not fully accountable for her actions. But he
+carefully avoided letting her feel his superiority in any other than a
+jesting manner. If, as she was fond of doing, she roved in fancy, with
+strange transitions of thought, over the world and mankind, life and
+death, time and eternity, he could sit for fifteen minutes, tattooing
+an apple in fantastic designs with a silver fruit knife, and listening
+in silence. It always vexed her that he did not seem to think it worth
+while to contradict her, and declared that even if he laughed aloud and
+derided her, it would be less impolite than to sit silently smiling,
+while she was talking about the most serious matters. If the wind were
+blowing, or a fountain plashing, he could not adopt a more indifferent
+air--&quot;Was it his fault?&quot; he answered laughing, &quot;that in her presence he
+often felt as strange an emotion as in that of nature, whose manifold
+voices frequently rippled over him with similar elementary power,
+without his feeling called upon to make any reply? He would seem to
+himself a ridiculous pedant if he tried to talk logic to the woodland
+birds, and reason to the waterfalls.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And yet, when he came again, it almost always happened that
+the
+conversation went back to the same point at which it had been broken
+off the last time. Then they exchanged parts, and it was his turn to
+give utterance to his thoughts and rhapsodize undisturbed over the most
+important questions. It was the strangest dialogue in monologues that
+can be imagined, since twice four and twenty hours usually elapsed
+between question and answer.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Was the cause of this, his fear of making the contrast between
+their
+natures too perceptible, the dread that any dispute must instantly part
+them forever, while he still considered it almost a duty, when the
+matter had once more become indifferent to her, not to withhold his
+opposition or deny his opinion. Or did he suspect that he should lose
+all mastery over himself, if he obtained more and more control over her
+and gradually harmonized and assimulated the heterogenious traits in
+her character? And what was the use of this daring venture? What
+was to be hoped for, even in the best case? To tame a gazelle, an
+antelope--what can it avail in a zone and on a soil that are not
+created for tropical animals--</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It was on a gloomy afternoon in September, the first autumn
+rain was
+falling, and the wind sweeping chilly through the empty street, the
+windows were closed and a little fire was burning on the hearth, though
+rather for the pleasure afforded by the sight of the bright flames,
+than through any necessity for warmth. The beautiful girl, who had
+often boasted that she had never been really sick, complained of a
+slight headache, sent away the carriage which was to convey her to the
+theatre, and threw herself on the sofa in the little red dining room,
+with her feet toward the flames, whose red flickering light lent some
+color to her pale cheeks.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Read something aloud to me, Doctor,&quot; she said. &quot;If I fall
+asleep over
+it, so much the better. But don't choose Hermann and Dorothea; I don't
+wish to offend you, as we have already quarrelled over it once, and yet
+I can't help being lulled to sleep by the wonderful verses, as if I
+were in a cradle, gladly as I would keep awake to listen to the
+beautiful story. Do you know that I consider this Dorothea a very
+enviable person, nay I have really never found the fate of any heroine
+in a novel happier than hers? Poor, orphaned, homeless--she suddenly
+comes into possession of a farm, and is loved and petted, and it all
+comes about as naturally as if such a thing might happen any day! She
+must have been very charming,&quot; she added after a pause, &quot;I always
+imagine her tall and slender, with raven hair and grey eyes, a black
+ribbon round her fair neck, and ear rings with a red stone, which is
+really only a bit of glass--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;By the way,&quot; he interrupted, &quot;I have long wanted to ask you
+something:
+why do you wear no earrings or jewelry of any kind?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Because I am too poor to get large diamonds or real pearls,
+and I do
+not care for any other ornaments.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Too poor?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes indeed, much too poor, far poorer than you perhaps
+suppose, at any
+rate poorer than Dorothea, who possessed the greatest treasure,
+contentment. I, on the contrary--do you suppose I should have
+considered it a happiness to become Frau Hermann?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If you had really been in love with him--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She looked at him quietly, as if trying to discover whether he
+was in
+earnest, and then said:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're a singular person. Wisdom does not seem to be any
+protection
+against folly, and you take no notice of the existence of anything that
+does not accord with your system. How often must I explain to you, that
+I have no idea of what you call being in love. And see, even in your
+Dorothea, though created by a poet--and falling in love plays so
+prominent a part in all poetry--yet I can discover no trace of this
+singular condition. She meets a young man, who leads her from the
+street into his house and wishes to make her his wife. As he seems kind
+and good, and promises to become one of those persons who are
+represented as pattern husbands--why should she say no, especially as
+the pastor and doctor and provincial customs are not at all repulsive
+to her? And that's just why I envy her. I, on the contrary--but please
+throw a few sticks of wood on the fire; it's going out.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He did as she requested, and was kneeling before the hearth
+kindling
+the flames anew with a dainty pair of bellows, when a noise and
+altercation arose in the entry, which attracted his attention. The
+whinning voice of little Jean, eagerly arguing with a deep bass, was
+distinctly audible, then the door of the ante-room was thrown open, and
+the disputants approached the little drawing room; the stranger, with a
+rude laugh, pushed aside the boy, who endeavored to prevent his
+entrance, there was a knock at the door, and without even waiting for a
+reply, a tall fellow in a rich huntsman's livery, boldly entered, as if
+entirely at home.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The young lady had hastily started up and was gazing at the
+intruder in
+speechless alarm. Edwin had also risen from his knees, with the bellows
+still in his hand, and was just in the act of accosting the man, when
+the latter, with an elegant bow to Toinette, drew a letter from his
+pocket and laid it on the little table before the sofa.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Beg pardon, Fräulein, if I have disturbed you,&quot; he said
+casting an
+insolent glance at Edwin, &quot;but the Herr Count expressly commanded me to
+deliver this note into your own hands.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Did not my servant tell you--?&quot; Toinette interrupted.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That his young lady was not at home, yes; and also that she
+wished to
+receive no notes, and preferred not to know the Herr Count, as she had
+already intimated by not answering the letters His Excellency sent
+through the post office--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Leave this room at once,&quot; fell with great difficulty from the
+lips of
+the pallid girl, &quot;and if you venture to come again and force an
+entrance in this way--I shall find some means to protect my rights in
+this house.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Pardon me, Fräulein,&quot; said the impudent fellow, with a saucy
+grin,
+&quot;but no one has any rights in a house except the person to whom it
+belongs. If it is agreeable to my lord the count, to have his servant
+turned out of a house, or the doors shut in his face, when His
+Excellency is, so to speak, the tenant--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Insolent rascal!&quot; Edwin burst forth. &quot;Did you not hear what
+the young
+lady told you? I've not the honor of your master's acquaintance. But if
+he's a gentleman, it cannot be his intention to have a lady insulted by
+a boorish lackey!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The man, with cool impertinence, measured the person who so
+unexpectedly addressed him from head to foot.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And I, sir, have not the honor of your acquaintance,&quot; he
+retorted.
+&quot;But as for my conduct, no one but the Herr Count has a right to call
+me a boor. There is the letter, and now I can go, as I have done my
+errand. I had no idea of insulting the young lady, that would have been
+entirely against my orders. But to have the first stranger--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin involuntarily raised the little weapon he held in his
+hand, but
+the next instant recollected himself. The bellows fell on the floor, he
+passed close by the man, opened the drawing room door, and fixing a
+firm glance on the suddenly intimidated lackey, exclaimed: &quot;Be off!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The man lingered an instant longer, then with another bow to
+Toinette,
+slowly retreated.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I will inform His Excellency,&quot; he said on the threshold,
+&quot;that the
+young lady had no time to answer the Herr Count's letters, because she
+had gentlemen visitors.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin closed the door behind him. They heard the fellow laugh
+loudly
+and joke with Jean as he went away, as if nothing had happened.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A death-like silence pervaded the little drawing room. The
+beautiful
+girl sat motionless on the sofa, with her eyes fixed upon the fatal
+letter, which still lay unopened on the table, and her pale hands
+folded in her lap. Edwin stood at the door, his hand still raised in
+the threatening gesture with which he had motioned the insolent fellow
+to leave the room. Not until he heard the outer door close, did he
+suddenly move, as if he had shaken off an incubus, and quietly
+approached the silent Toinette.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Will you have the kindness to explain this scene, Fräulein?&quot;
+he asked
+in a voice from which every trace of agitation seemed to have vanished.
+As she did not immediately reply, he continued:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;May I hope that you will introduce me to this count, who
+apparently
+has some right to compel you to read his letters?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She was still silent. At last she timidly raised her eyes and
+gazed at
+him beseechingly. The look penetrated to his inmost soul.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If I beg you to ask me no farther questions, to trust me as
+before--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I should not refuse your request,&quot; he answered dejectedly,
+&quot;but I
+should take leave of you at once--never to return.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And why?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Because I do not desire to visit in any house in the capacity
+of a
+guest, without knowing who is the head of it. I do not wish to expose
+myself to the possibility of having the master instead of the servant,
+appear before me someday, and hearing that it does not suit his
+pleasure that you--should receive gentlemen visitors.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She seemed to reflect a moment.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're right, my friend,&quot; she now answered. &quot;I owe it to you
+to
+explain all this, or rather I owe it to myself. What must you think of
+me? But I will not relate this long and sorrowful story to-day, or here
+in this place. Besides, your visit has already been greatly prolonged;
+it will soon be dark. Come to the gold-fish pond in the Thiergarten,
+where the statue stands, at eleven o'clock to-morrow morning. It's very
+lonely there then; I've often sat under the trees with a book at that
+hour and not see three people pass. In that spot I will tell you all.
+If the charm our game of hide and seek has had, vanishes as soon as you
+know your friend's very commonplace and prosaic story--you yourself
+have willed it to be so. But that you may have a pledge of my sincerity
+at once--take this unlucky note away with you and keep it for me until
+to-morrow. We will read it together--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She rose and extended her hand, which, absorbed in gloomy
+thoughts, he
+grasped and held firmly in his own. &quot;I need no pledge,&quot; he replied.
+&quot;Perhaps it would be best if I--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If I should bid you farewell forever,&quot; he was going to say.
+But he had
+not the courage to do so. He gazed into her eyes, which were again as
+unclouded, nay, which sparkled as brightly as ever, and mechanically he
+took the little note she held out to him. Then he bent over her hand
+and kissed it--long and passionately; it was the first time he had ever
+pressed his lips to her cool, soft fingers.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To-morrow!&quot; said he. &quot;Keep your promise!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And suppose that the skies should fall during the night,&quot; she
+answered
+smiling. &quot;But sleep calmly. What I have to say to you, is only worth
+knowing because you are still ignorant of it. Oh! my friend, I fear you
+will yet regret having destroyed the spell by your question, if from
+to-morrow the fairy tale is ended and Cinderella again sits in the
+ashes!&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER III.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">When, soon after, Edwin returned home, passed Christiane's
+door, behind
+which he heard loud, eager voices, and climbed the dark stairs, he was
+glad that neither Mohr's nor Franzelius' voice could be distinguished
+in the &quot;tun.&quot; He was longing for an hour alone with his brother, and
+therefore the surprise was all the more unwelcome when he found Balder
+with his usual companions. Mohr was sitting opposite him before the
+chess board, which they had placed on one corner of the turning lathe,
+to take advantage of the last fading daylight. He had set a bottle of
+Rhine wine--a small stock of which he had stored in the cellar of the
+house, that he might not drink at the brothers' expense--on the window
+sill, and seemed so absorbed by the wine, the game, and the smoke of
+his cigarette, that he scarcely noticed Edwin's entrance. Franzelius
+was sitting in the middle of the room astride a chair on whose back he
+had clasped his broad hands, and rested his chin, while his gloomy eyes
+stared intently at the bust of Demosthenes on the book case. He, too,
+scarcely turned his head toward the new comer, and the greeting he
+vouchsafed him sounded more like the growl of a watch dog, than any
+human tone.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin was no more disposed to talk. He stood behind his
+brother's chair
+a moment, stroked his thick hair several times, and then went to his
+desk, where he apparently began to read the newspapers. Once, however,
+he turned toward the chess players and said: &quot;It would probably be
+better, Heinrich, if you would sacrifice your tobacco, which smells
+horribly, on the altar of friendship. The time for open windows is
+over, and Balder has already coughed three times.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mohr instantly opened the window and tossed the cigarette into
+the
+courtyard.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Then all four were silent, until Balder rose saying: &quot;A wooden
+king
+can't be expected to be checkmated more than five times. Besides, it's
+a hopeless task to play with you. You're a master of the art.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then I <i>am</i> good for something!&quot; laughed Mohr scornfully as
+he tossed
+the little pieces Balder had turned into the box. &quot;Master of an art in
+which persons of the least brains are often the greatest virtuosos.
+Nay, it is still a question whether a talent for chess is not a sort of
+disease, a hypertrophy of the power of conbination. You see, Edwin, I,
+for instance--if this organ were in a normal state--should have made
+more progress in my play. I plan the finest chess problems through five
+acts, and when I afterwards examine them narrowly, they are mere wooden
+figures, no living creatures. Basta! I vow not to touch knight or
+bishop for a month, until I have arranged my comedy.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He emptied his glass and then slowly poured the remainder of
+the wine
+from the bottle into it. &quot;Good evening, Edwin,&quot; said he. &quot;We've not had
+the pleasure of seeing you in the 'tun,' for a long time. Even to-day
+your thoughts seem to be far away--like our worthy philanthropist's,
+who has not spoken ten words since he's been here.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The printer rose from his seat with a violent jerk, passed
+both hands
+through his bushy hair and said: &quot;It's true: I'm perfectly aware that
+I've long been a tiresome guest here. Therefore--and for one other
+reason--I hope our <i>feelings</i> are still the same--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What fancy have you taken into your head now?&quot; said Edwin,
+still
+absorbed in his newspaper.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Balder had limped up to Franzelius and grasped his hand. &quot;I
+was going
+to ask you, Reinhold,&quot; he said in an undertone, &quot;to come some day in
+the morning; you will then find me alone, and I should like to say
+something about your last essay--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The other turned away. &quot;No,&quot; he muttered, &quot;it's better so,
+wiser to put
+an end to this once for all. I'm glad Edwin is here too. I wanted to
+say it before, but you were so absorbed in the game: I shall take leave
+of you to-day--for an indefinite time--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Fools call it forever,&quot; quoted Mohr. &quot;What devil has taken
+possession
+of you, Caius Franzelius? Do you want to found a colony of workmen
+among the red-skins on the Schultze--Delitz'schen principles? Or are
+you going to the Salt Lake of Utah, to disgust the Mormons with their
+immortality! Or--stop, now I have it--he can't endure the sight of a
+man who drinks Rhine wine, while the camels in the desert of Sahara
+often cannot get even muddy water.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The printer seemed about to make some angry reply. Edwin
+anticipated
+him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You don't know what you are doing,&quot; said he. &quot;If you part
+from old
+friends, you must have some good reasons for doing so, for they are
+wares that are not to be bought in every market. It would be kinder,
+Franzel, to inform us of these reasons. Who knows whether they're so
+well grounded, as you imagine.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I thank you, Edwin,&quot; replied the other in a faltering voice.
+&quot;I'm glad
+it's not a matter of entire indifference to you whether or not our
+intercourse is given up, little pleasure as it has afforded during the
+last few weeks. As for my reasons--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I'm quite ready to forsake this locality, if unrestrained
+intercourse
+is desired,&quot; said Mohr quietly, rising.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There's nothing personal to be said,&quot; replied the gloomy
+visitor. &quot;The
+fact that we do not understand each other--unpleasant as it often is to
+be the butt of your frivolous jests--could not induce me to remain away
+from the 'tun' entirely. The matter is far more serious; to tell the
+whole story in a few words: I've decided to publish a newspaper, which
+is to acknowledge and defend my principles more plainly and openly than
+my fugitive sheets have hitherto done. It is to appear twice a week
+under the name of: 'The Tribune of the People.' I thank you for the
+nick-name, Mohr, which I have now made a title of honor. The prospectus
+will break with the last remnants of superstition and traditional
+delusions, and as the rich have good reasons for preserving these
+traditions, since they stir up the water in which they want to fish, it
+will appeal expressly to the poor and miserable. I have recognized this
+as my life task, for which I am ready to make every sacrifice--even the
+hardest.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">As he uttered these words he looked at Balder, but instantly
+averted
+his eyes and pretended to be searching for his cap.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The brothers were silent, but Mohr went up to him, laid both
+hands on
+his shoulders, and said: &quot;Franzel, although you don't like me, you must
+allow me before these witnesses to declare my respect for you. I envy
+you such a life task, although I consider it perfect folly. At least
+change the title. Your readers will hardly be sufficiently well versed
+in Roman history, to distinguish the difference between tribune and
+tribunal. Besides, why should we lose the pleasure of your society on
+that account? I will even offer to be a coworker: in case you, as I
+hope, issue a feuilleton, I should not be disinclined to write a few
+brilliant aphorisms--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Cease this jesting!&quot; Edwin indignantly interrupted. &quot;Franzel,
+what
+does this mean? Because you're going to establish a newspaper, must we
+clasp hands in an eternal farewell? You may do what you cannot leave
+undone. Are we our brother's keeper? Or have we hitherto found fault
+with all your sayings, to which we could not assent?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; replied the printer, as he thrust his huge hands into
+his
+pockets. &quot;But that's the very reason; you must be as safe in the future
+as you have been in the past, so far as it depends upon me.
+Unfortunately, I'm only too well aware that we shall no longer agree as
+well on many subjects, as we have done hitherto. But I'm determined to
+burn my ships; there shall be no more evasions, no half-way measures.
+The people at the helm cannot endure them. There will be trouble, they
+will use their usual coarse means--arrests, searching of houses,
+seizure of papers, watching for conspirators. I do not want to subject
+you--for I go nowhere else so often--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;They can seal up all my papers,&quot; said Mohr dryly. &quot;The
+mediocrity of
+talent, to which they all bear culpable witness, is at least not
+dangerous to the state. On the contrary, the less genius one possesses,
+the more useful he is as a tax-paying individual, a sheep in the
+flock.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Franzelius seized his cap.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You will do us no harm,&quot; said Balder. &quot;Let us take the risk.
+What
+could they find here? As I know Edwin--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I too would see them enter with the greatest composure,&quot;
+observed
+Edwin smiling. &quot;No, Franzel, your fears are visionary so far as we are
+concerned. Can you not, in case of necessity, even swear that I have no
+tendencies toward socialism, but on the contrary am an incorrigible
+aristocrat, for which you have often reproached me?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And if they question you about your catechism, will you deny
+it? Will
+you deny that our principles are the same, and that we only differ in
+opinion as to whether the times are yet fully ripe for them? You are
+silent; now you see--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Scientific convictions are somewhat different from public
+speaking,
+and the police, thank God, no longer meddle with the freedom of thought
+of a private tutor of philosophy. But since we have come to this
+point--once more and, as it seems, for the last time: do you take me
+for a coward, Franzel?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You! How can you even--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Or do you not believe that I would be drawn and quartered,
+rather than
+deny my convictions? Well then, if you think me a man of whose
+friendship you have no cause to be ashamed, let me tell you this: what
+you are about to do, appears to me little more judicious, than if you
+wanted to set before an infant that had not yet cut its teeth, a roast
+chicken instead of its mother's milk or some of Liebig's preparations,
+with which it had hitherto appeased its hunger. If any one attempted to
+do that to my child, I should certainly forbid him the house, or at
+least endeavor to make his premature diet harmless.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You talk so, because you don't know the people,&quot; Franzelius
+burst
+forth, &quot;They are no longer children, their teeth are cut, and their
+eyes open; where this is not the case, we will help them, offer hard
+food that they may cut their teeth on it, instead of cooking the
+traditional children's porridge, perpetually lulling them to sleep with
+baby talk, when they are grown men, and the leading strings of
+guardians--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Don't get angry unnecessarily!&quot; Edwin interrupted. &quot;Who of us
+wishes
+to check the natural growth of the mind, instead of aiding it according
+to its powers? But what you have in view, is a forced, premature
+culture, your demagogical enthusiasm is a hot house, and that is why I
+repeat: make no useless sacrifices, which must not only ruin yourself,
+but many of your foster children. You cannot carve an Apollo from every
+block of wood; not every one who ties on a leather apron and earns his
+bread by the sweat of his brow, will be able to grasp the idea of the
+fall of man which a follower of Kant or Spinoza can form. Why, when
+there are so many crying wants of a coarser nature to be satisfied, do
+you desire to create needs for our less gifted brothers? Why show them
+what they lack, when, after they have with difficulty learned to feel
+their needs, you can only give them such very doubtful assistance? You
+aim to produce an artificial thirst, and then all you can offer them to
+assuage it, is a pear; for the fountains that flow for us, will, as
+matters now appear, long remain sealed to them.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Edwin is right!&quot; exclaimed Mohr, speaking for the first time
+without
+his sarcastic curl of the lip. &quot;The people are asleep, dreaming all
+sorts of things, and Franzelius Gracchus goes about like Macbeth, and
+murders sleep. I've never understood how anybody can be so inhuman as
+to rouse a person who is slumbering. But that's the preaching of these
+humanitarians! You're just as selfish as the priests. For the sake of
+making the people see, you drum them out of bed at three o'clock in the
+morning.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And suppose they are grateful to us for it? Suppose a
+nightmare has
+oppressed or bad dreams tormented them?&quot; exclaimed the printer
+vehemently. &quot;And that's just the case with the people. Their sleep
+under the night cap of superstition is no longer so sound and
+refreshing as it was a hundred years ago. All sorts of voices have
+startled them, and now they are slumbering in the dusk of morning and
+do not know whether it is time to rise. But why do I talk of this to
+you? You don't understand the times, you've never felt the pulse throbs
+of humanity stir your heart, with all your knowledge and good,
+intentions, you're--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Say no more, Franzel,&quot; whispered Balder. &quot;You're excited; why
+should
+we utter angry words in the parting hour,--if you really intend to take
+leave of us? That we shall meet again, and before much time has passed,
+I'm perfectly sure.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You--I will never lose you!&quot; murmured the deeply agitated
+enthusiast,
+in a tone audible only to Balder. &quot;You're right,&quot; he added aloud. &quot;It's
+sad enough to feel that our paths must diverge. We should not make the
+inevitable unnecessarily difficult. Farewell, Edwin. I could almost
+envy you the power of keeping to yourself what you consider an
+intellectual possession; for to be sure, 'he who is foolish enough not
+to guard his own heart'--but--it's useless: <i>alus inserviendo
+consumor</i>. Adieu, Mohr. With you--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He was about to add something, but thought better of it and
+left the
+room. On reaching the entry he paused a moment, as if waiting for some
+one. He was not disappointed. Balder followed him, on the pretext that
+he had something more to say. But he only pressed his hand in silence,
+then threw his arms around his neck, hastily released him again, and
+Franzelius stumbled down the stairs, like a man whose head is heavy or
+whose eyes are closed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He's obeying his evil genius!&quot; said Edwin, shaking his head.
+&quot;I've
+seen the fit coming and vainly endeavored to stay it. But water will
+flow down hill.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><img src="images/p150.png" alt="Balder's farewell to Franzelius in the stairwell"></p>
+<p class="center">Balder's farewell to Franzelius in the stairwell.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It will soon come to a level and remain stagnant for some
+time,&quot;
+muttered Mohr. &quot;I'm sorry for the poor fellow! Believe me, Edwin, it
+was always disagreeable to me to be continually compelled to make fun
+of him. At heart I not only respected, but liked him. He has exactly
+what I lack, and because he is not ambitious of distinction, he is
+indifferent to his own worth. He takes himself just as he is--I believe
+if he thought he was a superior person liable to be admired in society,
+he would indignantly ostracise himself.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Balder re-entered the room and they talked of other things;
+Mohr
+inquired about the private lessons Edwin was giving the young
+hedge-princess, as Leah was called in the &quot;tun.&quot; But Edwin, whose
+thoughts were entirely engrossed with the confession his mysterious
+friend had promised to make on the morrow, gave very absent replies: he
+was explaining the history of philosophy from his own books. He told
+her without any oratorical flourishes, how the secret of the universe
+had been differently reflected in various human brains, how thoughtful
+minds had endeavored to interpret it and expressed the inexpressible in
+formulas more and more profound. &quot;I have now come to ideology,&quot; he
+concluded, &quot;which to one who possesses so deep an intellect as this
+girl, can afford a great deal of pleasure, and be comprehended without
+much difficulty. I'm amazed to see what progress she makes in
+Aristotle. Yet, after all, it only confirms the proposition that where
+a real need exists, the organs for it are formed, as the feeling of
+hunger always asserts itself when a creature possesses a stomach. It's
+a pleasure to see this girl listen. She has long languished for
+knowledge, now she fairly revives like a thirsty plant in the summer
+rain.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Congratulate the Frau Doctorin,&quot; laughed Mohr.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The brothers' eyes involuntarily met.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;We're now just coming to Plato,&quot; Edwin forced himself to
+answer in a
+jesting tone. &quot;Whether my pupil, in spite of her studies of hedges and
+lagunes, has sufficiently elevated thoughts to develop a taste for our
+'tun' philosophy, I greatly doubt.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Meantime Franzelius, walking slowly down stairs, as if every
+step cost
+him a fresh resolution, had just reached the front of the house. When
+he came to the glass door that led into the shop, he suddenly stopped.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In the chair behind the show window, where Madame Feyertag was
+usually
+enthroned, sat Reginchen. It was already very dark in this corner, for
+the gas in the shop was usually not lighted in summer, and September,
+according to the Feyertag calendar, belonged to the summer months; yet
+notwithstanding this, the printer had perceived at the first glance who
+it was that sat in the corner knitting a stocking.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He seemed to struggle with himself a moment, then softly
+opened the
+door and with a: &quot;Good evening, Fräulein Reginchen!&quot; entered the shop.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh! dear, how you frightened me!&quot; cried the young girl,
+starting from
+her seat.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I beg your pardon,&quot; stammered Franzelius, &quot;I ought to have
+knocked.
+But I have so many things to think of--sit still, Fraulein Reginchen,
+I--I only wanted--I came--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He clutched his cap convulsively in one hand, and was brushing
+the brim
+with his elbow.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My mother has gone out,&quot; said Reginchen, to make a little
+conversation. &quot;But father is still in the work room. If you want to
+speak to him--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh no--but allow me--&quot; He picked up the knitting she had
+dropped, but
+in so doing let his cap fall, and as she now stooped for it, their
+heads came in contact somewhat violently. He blushed crimson, but she
+burst into a merry laugh.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That's owing to the short days,&quot; said she. &quot;But father is
+anxious to
+save the gas. I drop so many stitches!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Then both were silent again.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At last the printer, pausing before the case of ladies' shoes
+and
+gazing into it as intently, as if he were endeavoring to count each
+individual pair, said:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're fortunate, Fräulein Reginchen. You can stay in this
+house. I--I
+must--from to-day I shall--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Are you going away on a journey, Herr Franzelius?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, Fräulein Reginchen, or rather yes!--it amounts to the
+same thing.
+I--I'm glad I've met you--I should like--I didn't want to leave without
+a farewell--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Are you going away for long?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No one can tell--perhaps I shall never return. Fräulein
+Reginchen, I
+cannot hope--you know I--I have always revered you--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She laughed again in her merry childish way; but if the shop
+had not
+been so dark and he had looked at her, he would probably have noticed
+the deep blush that suffused her face. &quot;Oh gracious!&quot; she exclaimed.
+&quot;Revered! No one ever did that before. A stupid creature like me, who
+can't do anything and doesn't understand anything, as mother tells me
+every day--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You don't know your own worth, Reginchen, and that's the best
+proof of
+it--I mean that it's no false worth. But excuse me for telling you this
+so bluntly: It's the first--and last time. And of course you--if I
+don't come back--will never give me another thought.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The prudent child seemed to know that silence is sometimes the
+best
+answer. She coughed several times, and then said: &quot;Where are you
+going?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Wherever the winds and waves carry me!&quot; he replied with
+sorrowful
+pathos, and then paced heavily up and down the shop.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So you're going to sea! Dear me, how frightened I should be!
+Do you
+know, Herr Franzelius, I shall tremble every time that the east wind
+blows and the window panes rattle and the gas lights flicker--and
+you'll be on the angry sea--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Will you really do that, Fräulein Reginchen?&quot; he asked
+hastily,
+pausing before her. &quot;If you were in earnest--but no, why should you
+give yourself useless anxiety about a man who can never--to be sure,
+I--it will be a real cordial on my journey--and I wanted to say
+something else: I should like to take a keepsake to remember you and
+this hour.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A keepsake?&quot;--she involuntarily glanced at her knitting work,
+at which
+he too was looking intently. &quot;I'm just at the heel,&quot; she said, &quot;and I
+suppose you'll not wait till it's done.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, Fräulein Reginchen,&quot; he replied, &quot;don't think me so
+presuming as
+to ask for such a gift--your own handiwork--so unceremoniously. But--if
+I could find any of your father's work--but I've an ugly foot, which is
+hard to fit with ready made boots--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I could take your measure.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, you might do that; but no, Reginchen, in the first place
+I would
+not accept such a service from you--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I would do it willingly, besides, I'm accustomed to it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, no! A creature like you, and such an unlucky mortal as
+I--but if I
+could find a pair already made--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He looked around the walls, sighed, passed his hand through
+his hair,
+seemingly endeavoring to avoid her glance.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You have not the smallest foot in the world,&quot; said the girl,
+looking
+at his coarse boots with the eye of an connoisseur. &quot;If it were only as
+long in proportion as it's wide. But it's so short beyond the instep,
+it would be hard--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Won't it? Two elephants' feet!&quot; said the printer laughing
+bitterly.
+&quot;We men of the people, who don't tread as often as we're trodden upon,
+didn't need to have such big feet. But it's no matter. Who knows when
+our turn will come. Well, Fräulein Reginchen, if you can't--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Wait,&quot; she exclaimed, starting up and opening the show
+window, &quot;I
+think I can find something for you; that is, if you can use jack-boots.
+But as you're going to sea--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">--&quot;At least through fire and water.--Show me the jack-boots,
+Fraulein
+Reginchen.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He sat down on a low stool and watched her, as she nimbly
+leaned
+forward into the show window, dislodged with considerable difficulty
+two huge boots paraded there as models, and placed them in the shop.
+During this operation he again sighed, as if suffering. While, assisted
+by Reginchen, he tried on the boots, which fitted admirably, that is
+were much too large, he did not utter a syllable; but when with his
+feet cased in the huge polished coverings he stood before her as if
+rooted to the floor, he drew out his blue checked pocket handkerchief,
+wiped his forehead, and slowly replacing it, said: &quot;Ask your father to
+send me the bill with the old boots. And now, Fraulein Reginchen, one
+thing more: take care of my friends up stairs as before--especially
+Balder. He--perhaps you don't know it--won't live to be very old; at
+least while he is here, let him know only love and kindness--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He turned away because his voice failed, and furtively wiped
+his eyes
+with his cap.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Good Heavens!&quot; cried the young girl in terror, &quot;what are you
+saying?
+Herr Walter--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Hush!&quot; replied Franzelius putting his broad fore-finger on
+his lip.
+&quot;You're a kind hearted, sensible girl--you'll keep it to yourself Oh!
+Fraulein Reginchen, if it were not for that, if it were not for many
+things--of which you have no suspicion--Heaven knows I--I would make no
+secret of my feelings, and tell you--but no! Love him, Reginchen, as
+much as you can. Will it be hard for you to love Balder?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Again she made no reply. The question seemed to her a
+dangerous one. He
+was looking at her with a strange expression of anxiety and love;
+suddenly he caught both her hands in his huge palm, clasped them so
+closely that she with difficulty restrained a cry of terror, and burst
+forth: &quot;If there is such a thing as an angel, you are one. Farewell.
+Think--forget--you have never had a better friend than I! I only wanted
+to bid you farewell--Fraulein Reginchen!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He tore himself away and tramped out of the shop in his
+gigantic boots
+as hastily as if he feared to remain longer, lest spite of these firm
+pillars, he might lose his centre of gravity and fall at the feet of
+the shoemaker's little daughter.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Reginchen looked after him through the show window. Often as
+she had
+laughed at him, she could not do so to-day, she was much more ready to
+cry. No one had ever spoken to her so before. She had longed perceived
+that he liked her, and even prided herself a little upon that fact,
+because she thought he must be unusually learned, as he was always
+occupied in printing. But that he &quot;revered&quot; her, that he thought her
+almost an angel--! And what did he mean in speaking so about Herr
+Walter?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She sat down again in her chair in the corner. &quot;I'll commence
+to-night
+to knit a pair of stockings for him to take on his journey,&quot; she
+thought. &quot;If only I can get them done! His feet are so awfully big.&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER IV.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">About the same hour Lorinser was sitting on the little leather
+sofa in
+Christiane's room, with his knees half drawn up on the seat, and his
+long arms stretched along the back, like a person who is making himself
+comfortable, because he does not intend to go very soon. Although it
+was already so dark that faces could scarcely be distinguished, no lamp
+stood on the little table. But from one of the windows in the front of
+the house gleamed a faint light, which frequently moved and fell upon
+the pale face of the man on the sofa, revealing the expression of eager
+expectation stamped upon the strongly marked features. Whenever the
+light flitted over Lorinser's countenance, the strange smile appeared
+on the mobile lips, and he lowered the eyes, which so long as it
+remained dark, followed every movement of the woman who, with her arms
+folded across her breast as usual, was pacing up and down the room.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Suddenly she paused at the window, opened it a moment gasping
+for
+breath, and then turned toward the silent man on the sofa.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;How people forget the flight of time when they are talking,&quot;
+she said.
+&quot;I see it has grown dark. Excuse me, Herr Candidat, my hours are so
+regularly apportioned--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You wish to send me away, Fräulein Christiane,&quot; he said
+making no
+preparation to move from his comfortable position. &quot;I have really
+forgotten the true cause of my visit, in your musical revelations,
+which have afforded me a glimpse of depths hitherto unsuspected. So
+what answer can I give the baroness?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Is any positive answer required?&quot; she said. &quot;Why should I
+have told
+you how I prize music, except to explain that I will never become a
+drawing room teacher, that I would rather starve than share in the
+universal sin of the jingling, bungling profanation of what I hold
+sacred?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And yet you do not disdain to give lessons to a soubrette?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;How do you know?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Because--well, because I've enquired about you. I must be
+able to
+answer for a person whom I recommend to houses like that of the
+baroness.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Very well. I will tell you why I take this frivolous
+creature; from a
+motive which will be perfectly obvious to you, as you too are
+interested in home missions:--to save a soul.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You want to transform this stage princess, who has already
+passed
+through so many hands, into a saint? You're jesting.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Christiane laughed, a short, hollow laugh, utterly destitute
+of mirth.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What do you take me for?&quot; she asked. &quot;To make a person
+something which
+I myself neither am nor desire to be! And what has her mode of life to
+do with me? I'm willing to allow everybody to be happy in their own
+way. What I call saving her soul, is giving her an idea of true music.
+The girl has the most enviable talents, voice, ear, passion, the
+genuine, the natural musical sympathy, which in all such compositions
+instantly opens to her the real meaning of the author or the part, so
+that she not only repeats the notes, but reproduces the whole meaning
+to the life. This is rare, even among those who consider themselves
+great artists, and are paid as such. And that's why this stage princess
+as you choose to call her, is too high for Offenbach, and, indeed,
+perfectly capable of interpreting Mozart and the other great masters.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And if you succeed, do you really believe that this rescued
+soul will
+be made any happier?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Who can tell? I merely do what lies in my power. Happy! If
+music alone
+could give happiness, few would possess such joy as mine. But it's only
+a substitute, perhaps the most powerful and noble, but not the real
+thing, not happiness itself. Of that I'm perfectly sure; I've had time
+to experience it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And what do you consider real happiness?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She was silent a moment, not as if it were difficult to
+answer, but as
+if considering whether she owed the questioner any reply.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Then in a tone of cold resignation she said suddenly:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Real happiness? I only know because I have never tasted it.
+Real
+happiness can be nothing but to sacrifice ourselves without losing
+ourselves, because we find ourselves again in something better than we
+are; to forget self in another, without fear of being ashamed of it,
+because that other at the same moment is thinking only of what we
+ourselves forget. You'll not understand me, and no matter if you don't.
+I'll light the lamp.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You speak of love,&quot; he said quietly. &quot;I understand you,
+because the
+same happiness you hope to find in earthly love, opens before us
+children of God in the bliss of eternity. Did I not tell you just now,
+that you must forget yourself to find yourself again in God, that there
+was no other redemption? Now you come to meet me half way.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But I shall never be able to traverse the other half,&quot; she
+said
+bitterly. &quot;Pray don't let us recur to that conversation. Once
+more--it's late. I've work to do.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Still he did not move from his crouching position on the sofa.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Don't be narrow-minded,&quot; he said quietly. &quot;It doesn't suit
+you. You
+have a larger nature than ordinary women; what's the use of these half
+allusions, this shame-faced, prudish reserve, where the point in
+question is the happiness of your life? If I could only really help
+you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You? No one can help me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Except God, and he who leads you to Him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I do not understand you. Have I not told you plainly enough,
+that I
+feel no longing for your God and his pardoning grace? All I can do for
+him, is not to hate him; though he has placed me in this world as I
+am.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;As you are? And how are you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You've just said it yourself: I'm no ordinary woman. I don't
+know what
+could be more sad for a girl. And really: ever since the tale of a dear
+God became improbable, ever since it dawned upon me that we poor human
+animals only move about in the great throng of creation and have no
+more claim to any special tenderness, than the thistles in the field,
+which the donkey gnaws, or the donkey that the miller's boy cudgels,
+I've become somewhat calmer. No one is to blame because I'm a joyless,
+ugly, lonely woman, with a man's face, except perhaps my parents, who
+died long ago and couldn't atone for it; the good people certainly did
+not know what they were doing, when they gave <i>me</i> life.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She poured forth these words in harsh, scornful tones, as one
+relates
+something that has long angered one, busying herself, while so doing,
+in lighting the little lamp with the green shade which she now placed
+on the table.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I think you've heard enough,&quot; she added dryly. &quot;You're now
+convinced,
+Herr Candidat, that such a mangy sheep would make a poor figure among
+the gentle flock you lead to pasture, so I beg you in the future not to
+trouble yourself about my temporal and eternal welfare.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Certainly I have heard enough,&quot; answered Lorinser opening his
+eyes so
+suddenly upon her, that the metallic lustre of the whites, subdued by
+the green lamp light, seemed ghostly, &quot;though you have really told me
+nothing more, than I knew at the first glance. You're mistaken if you
+think such confessions are new to me or repel me. They always proceed
+from an exceptionally powerful nature, and grace can work only where
+there is strength. Gentle, unselfish souls have nothing to oppose and
+so nothing to gain. But since I have fully understood your nature, it
+would be of great value if you would trust me sufficiently to disclose
+the external circumstances among which you have become--no, have
+remained, what you were from the beginning; I mean, your history, the
+events of your life.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My history?&quot;--she laughed. &quot;I have none, or what I have has
+already
+been told you. My face is my history, my heavy eye-brows and the
+shadow on my upper lip are my destiny. My father happened to look as I
+do, and was considered a stately, interesting man. But I should have
+been wiser to choose the face of my mother, who was by no means filmed
+for her beauty, but must have been exactly what I am not, a thorough
+woman. At least she made all sorts of innocent conquests. I, on the
+contrary, though I was neither stupid nor had unwomanly manners--I
+mean when I was a young girl; for I now go about boldly, like an old
+student--although my talents early attracted attention among my
+father's colleagues--he was one of the court musicians,--never made a
+conquest in all my life. That is, I might have married two or three
+times; but it was for very different reasons than love. One wanted to
+give concerts with me, another, who was an elderly man and tired of his
+bachelor life, needed a housekeeper, and that she should be ill-favored
+he rather preferred than otherwise. He thought he would be all the more
+sure of her faithfulness and self-sacrificing gratitude, in return for
+his making her a married woman. The third--but why should I tell you
+these disgusting tales, which at first deeply humiliated me. And though
+I might have learned from them what my mirror had not then taught me, I
+was mad enough always to select as the objects of my secret adoration,
+the handsomest, most agreeable, and most admired men, who never cast a
+glance at me. I had artist's blood in my veins, I could not help being
+filled with enthusiasm about everything that was lovable, charming, and
+distinguished, even if my heart should burst in consequence. But now I
+have reached my thirty-fourth year; youth with its foolish desires for
+love-sorrows, yearnings, anxieties, and honey that turns to gall, may
+well have raved itself calm. Do you wish to know more of my story? I am
+very sorry; but unfortunately I have nothing to tell of love
+adventures, broken vows, wanderings from the path of virtue.
+Unfortunately, I say. They would have made a change in the dreary grey
+of my days and years, a few blood red spots, a stain effaced with
+thousands of tears. Instead of that, I'm an old maid in the fullest
+sense of the word, and your 'magic of sin' has no power over my
+beggarly pride. Can you even imagine a bright, interesting, exciting
+romance with such a frontispiece?&quot;--She suddenly removed the green
+shade and raised the little lamp to her face, which she turned full
+upon him in the bright glare.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That's a matter of taste,&quot; he replied without the slightest
+change of
+countenance. &quot;For instance, I for my part have always preferred faces
+full of character to smooth, meaningless ones, which might nevertheless
+be considered very charming, pretty, and attractive. Superficial
+sweetness nauseates me. To feel strength, bitterness, even icy scorn
+and hatred melt in the glow of passion, always seemed to me more
+desirable than the sentimental fusion of two harmonious souls. The
+woman who is to attract me, must have something of the devil in her.
+Put down the lamp Fräulein Christiane. It is illuminating charms which
+under some circumstances might become dangerous, and as I am at present
+entirely indifferent to you--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At this moment the bell was violently pulled.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Thanks for the interruption,&quot; said Christiane in a subdued
+tone, that
+the person outside might not hear; &quot;I should have given you an answer,
+which perhaps would have seemed altogether too unwomanly. Now I shall
+dismiss you without ceremony, and indeed--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The bell rang again. Lorinser had put his feet on the floor,
+but did
+not seem inclined to leave his corner.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She looked at him with a glance of indescribable astonishment
+and
+anger, then took the lamp and went into the ante-room to open the door.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mohr was standing outside; his face was deeply flushed, and
+his eyes,
+as soon as the door opened, strove with a keen, intent gaze, to pierce
+the darkness within; but his manner was perfectly unembarrassed, almost
+formal.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I beg a thousand pardons, Fräulein,&quot; he said, &quot;for having
+knocked at
+your door a second time at so unseasonable an hour, but if I violate
+ceremony, to an artist my errand will plead my excuse. I only beg
+fifteen minutes conversation;--Have you a visitor?&quot; he continued, as he
+suddenly perceived the figure of a man in the adjoining room. &quot;So much
+the better, that will prevent all thought of indecorum. Will you allow
+me to enter? There's a disagreeable draught on these stairs. Or shall I
+interrupt you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Not in the least,&quot; replied Christiane, with a very gloomy
+expression,
+as she slightly bent her head. &quot;To be sure I've not the honor of your
+acquaintance--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;As a friend of your fellow lodgers up stairs, I thought I had
+a sort
+of right to introduce myself to you. A short time ago, in a merry mood,
+I made an unsuccessful attempt to do so, though my friend Edwin tried
+to prevent me. You cannot have condemned it so severely as I did
+myself, so soon as I came to my senses.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I have no recollection, sir--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So much the better. It was quite dark in the entry. Today, by
+the lamp
+light, permit me to introduce myself to you: plain Heinrich Mohr; I
+scorned to buy a doctor's title. A man usually who has nothing to make
+him must have some distinction.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Will you be kind enough to inform me--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She was still standing in the ante-room with the lamp in her
+hand, as
+if she wished to get rid of him as quickly as possible, while he from
+time to time cast eager glances into the sitting room.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I will come to the point at once,&quot; said he leaning against a
+chest of
+drawers which stood near the door. &quot;What I have to propose, is no
+secret and requires no privacy. Unfortunately, it is tolerably well
+known to all who are aware of my existence--but will you not sit down,
+Fraulein? To stand so--&quot; He made a movement toward the door of the
+sitting room.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Thank you. I'm not tired.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Nor I. So to proceed: I'm unfortunately endowed with all
+sorts of
+mediocre talents. One would be enough to make a man who is no fool, but
+possesses a critical judgment, thoroughly unhappy. In the arts bungling
+even is worse than in medicine. What does it matter if a few men die
+more or less? But to corrupt or lower the standard of art, is a sin
+against the divinity of genius. Don't you think so too, Fraulein?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She looked at him intently, without opening her lips.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But,&quot; he continued, &quot;there's a false modesty too. Many a
+great man
+would never have believed in his own talents, if kind friends had not
+discovered them. Other gifts are, as it were, trampled under foot in
+the crowd, through malice and envy--men are very envious, Fraulein,
+Germans especially. I allude of course to the common envy of trade,
+which is no more allied to the ideal, high-souled envy, than a
+toad-stool is to a truffle--in short it's not easy for every man to
+know what's in him. My eyes have gradually been opened to the fact that
+my talent for rhyming amounts to nothing. But music, music! I play the
+piano very poorly and my voice is like a raven's; but in regard to the
+gift of composition, it always seems to me that I can compare very
+favorably with the shallow composers of waltzes, or writers of street
+songs. As for yourself, Fräulein--pardon me for having listened to
+your playing; you confided your musical confessions to the quiet
+courtyard--I--I have the deepest reverence for your talent--for--how
+shall I express it?--for the strong nature expressed in your style of
+playing. Now you see--I have just finished--for a long time I have been
+engaged on a great composition, which I have sometimes called--it's
+only a fancy, or rather a bad joke--my <i>sinfonia ironica</i>. You
+understand: so far, none of it has been written out, but in my head
+everything is as good as ready for the press--except the
+instrumentation. Musicians to whom I've now and then played parts of
+it, have usually been bigoted adherents of some particular school. I
+must confess that I gave none of them credit for really entering into
+the spirit of the work. With you the case is wholly different. I would
+wager, that if you would only give me an hour--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Sir,&quot; she interrupted, &quot;you over-estimate my knowledge and
+judgment. I
+sincerely regret--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Pray do me the favor, Fräulein, not to condemn me unheard. I
+ask
+nothing more than that you will listen to the first few bars, where the
+irony is still in the stage of oppression and grief--C. minor, which
+afterwards changes into F.--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I've never been able to understand the so-called language of
+music,&quot;
+she answered curtly. &quot;So it would be better--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Do you dislike the title? Very well! I'll give it up. It
+shall merely
+be absolute music, like any other. I'll submit to hear Wagner all the
+days of my life, intensified one day in the week by Offenbach, if the
+first bars do not prove that the rest is at least worth hearing. You
+<i>must</i> allow me to play the introduction on your piano--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He did not wait for her permission, but hastily entered the
+sitting
+room, so that there was nothing left her but to follow with the lamp.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Lorinser was still sitting in the sofa corner. His eyes were
+fixed on
+the ceiling and he seemed so lost in thought that he did not notice the
+new comers.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Christiane set the lamp heavily on the table, as if she wished
+to rouse
+him by the rattling of the shade.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Allow me to introduce you to each other, gentlemen,&quot; she said
+coldly.
+&quot;Herr--what is your name?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Heinrich Mohr, Fräulein. A name hitherto very obscure, but
+which you
+will perhaps help to some moderate distinction. But an introduction is
+scarcely necessary. I already have the honor of knowing that
+gentleman.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Lorinser fixed his piercing eyes on the other's face and then
+carelessly replied: &quot;I didn't know I had the pleasure of your
+acquaintance before.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That's a matter of course,&quot; replied Mohr, approaching the
+little table
+and raising the shade from the lamp. &quot;The acquaintance has hitherto
+been entirely on my side. Besides, with the exception of a casual
+meeting in the entry, it's still very recent; it dates from last
+night.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Lorinser rose. He seemed to find the full glare of the lamp
+objectionable.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Last night,&quot; said he. &quot;You must be mistaken.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My dear sir,&quot; replied Mohr with eager courtesy, &quot;he who
+possesses so
+marked a face as yours, may be certain that no one will ever mistake
+his physiognomy, though to be sure, I only saw it for about five
+minutes through a window on the ground floor.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Sir, allow me--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But I'll take my oath before a magistrate, that it was you
+whom I saw
+in very lively society--it was a house in König's stadt--you'll
+recollect. You must know, Fraulein, that I'm still poet enough to
+prefer night to day. I usually wander aimlessly about the streets till
+after midnight; to be sure one doesn't always see the brightest side of
+men, but if you wish to know them thoroughly--and they are so
+incautious! They fancy if the curtains are down, they can show their
+weaknesses great and small in secret. As if there were not chinks and
+cracks in blinds and curtains, and one tiny insignificant little hole
+was not enough to afford a view of a whole room, as a single word often
+gives a glimpse of the inmost depths of hypocritical souls.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;An extremely poetical fancy, to peep through curtains,&quot;
+Lorinser
+remarked, seizing his hat. &quot;Unfortunately this time you've made a
+mistake in the person, as I could prove, if it were worth while to take
+the trouble, or the lady could by any possibility be interested in it.
+Meantime, as you are about to occupy yourselves with musical exercises
+my presence is superfluous--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He bowed to Christiane and walked toward the door.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She turned to Mohr, who was watching Lorinser with a
+mischievous
+glance.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I must request you to excuse me to-day,&quot; said she. &quot;If your
+ironical
+symphony is anything more than a jest--you will always find me at home
+in the morning, between twelve and one o'clock.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mohr did not make the slightest attempt to request a short
+respite for
+himself and his composition. The musical object of his visit seemed to
+have entirely escaped his attention, for his eyes were sparkling with
+delight at the thought of having driven Lorinser from his sofa corner.
+He took a cordial but respectful leave of Christiane, and followed the
+Herr Candidat, who silently walked out into the entry.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">On the stairs they passed; Lorinser seemed to wish to give
+Mohr the
+precedence. &quot;Pray go on,&quot; said Mohr in the most cordial tone, &quot;I'm
+perfectly at home here. But perhaps you may prefer not to come up these
+steep stairs too often. You might get hurt. The house where I saw you
+yesterday is better lighted at any rate.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Lorinser half turned and said in a tone of suppressed fury:
+&quot;You're
+very much mistaken, sir, if you expect to intimidate me by such paltry
+expedients. I deny having any knowledge of the place where you pretend
+to have seen me; but I suspect from the tone you assume, that the
+company was by no means the best. Well I confess, that for a man who,
+in a lady's presence, denounces another and tries to represent him as a
+person who visits bad houses--for such a spiteful and slanderous spy, I
+repeat I've no feeling but profound contempt.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Thank you,&quot; replied Mohr dryly. &quot;If you had assured me of
+your esteem,
+I should have taken it more to heart. Besides, my worthy friend in the
+dark, I shall throw a little light on your path, should you show any
+disposition to continue your visits to this lady, whom you already know
+quite too well; I should be forced to speak still more plainly. I don't
+see why I am to withhold my information against an individual of your
+stamp, who visits workmen's societies for the purpose of denouncing to
+the police any speaker that may not happen to suit him. I have the
+honor to wish you a good night.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He raised his hat with mock respect and pointed out the path
+across the
+courtyard, but did not follow, until the stealthy steps of Lorinser,
+who in helpless rage could only exclaim, &quot;we shall meet again,&quot; had
+died away in the hall leading through the front of the house. Then he
+looked up at Christiane's lighted windows. &quot;This time at least I did no
+half way work!&quot; he said in a well satisfied tone. &quot;She will thank me
+for it some day. That singular woman is a whole-hearted creature.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">If he could only have seen what the object or his adoration
+was doing
+in her lonely room! After the two men went out, she had hastily, as if
+to re-consecrate a sanctuary that had been profaned by evil spirits,
+taken from her bureau a small carved frame containing a photograph, and
+placed it like an altar picture on the table, so that it was brightly
+illumined by the lamp. Then she drew up a chair, sat down before it,
+and gazed at it in silent devotion. But her stooping posture becoming
+uncomfortable at last, she glided down from the chair upon the floor,
+and knelt, with her chin resting on the table and her eyes fixed with
+enthusiastic fervor on the little card. The pictured face gazed quietly
+into vacancy seeming to deprecate homage, and it bore the familiar
+features of--our Edwin.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER V.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">The following day was cloudy and dismal. When at the appointed
+hour
+Edwin arrived at the Thiergarten, he found it completely deserted. The
+autumn rain was trickling drearily down, the trees, which had hitherto
+still retained something of their summer aspect, now hung their heads
+and seemed to realize that the sunny illusion could no more be retained
+than their yellow leaves which were beaten down by the rain drops. Very
+dreary looked the gold-fish pond, its surface bestrewn with withered
+foliage, through which here and there a spot of deeper crimson
+betokened the presence of some fish that snapped at a water-fly and
+then indignantly retreated to the bottom again. Even the statue of
+Venus looked as mournful in the falling rain as if she were reflecting
+with horror that the time would soon come when a mantle of snow would
+rest on her bare shoulders, and a crow, pecking at her diadem, scream
+the harsh song of the Northern winter into her ear.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;She will not come,&quot; Edwin said to himself, after pacing up
+and down
+once or twice under his umbrella. &quot;The weather is too disagreeable.
+Besides, perhaps she knows the contents of the Count's letter only too
+well, and it was merely a gentle way of getting rid of me. Then--what
+am I to do then. Did she expect me in that case, to open the letter and
+read what she could not tell me?&quot;--He drew the note from his pocket and
+again glanced at the address: &quot;'Mademoiselle Antoinette Marchand.' No,
+if she does not come, has not the courage to come--the fish yonder
+shall keep the secret.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At this moment a carriage rolled along the avenue and stopped
+before
+the open space at the end of the pond. The striped waistcoat swung
+himself down from the box, and out sprang the beautiful girl, wrapped
+in a long black silk cloak, with the hood drawn over her head like a
+nun, looking, with her sparkling eyes and slightly flushed cheeks, more
+lovely than ever. She nodded to Edwin from the distance and smiled so
+frankly that all his doubts suddenly vanished, and he secretly begged
+her pardon for them.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I've kept you waiting,&quot; she said, as she hung lightly on his
+arm. &quot;But
+my coachman made <i>me</i> wait. I suppose he did not think the weather
+suitable for driving. However, I am here now, and it's all the better
+that it rains; no one will disturb us; I shall not be interrupted in my
+confession and my 'wise friend's' moralizing and head-shaking will have
+no hindrance.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Have I ever shown a decided inclination that way?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, but I fear when you know me better--! True, it is said:
+'that
+which can be comprehended can be forgiven.' But how are you to
+understand me? Hitherto you have taken me for heaven knows who, at any
+rate, for some very peculiar person, with good reasons for keeping her
+incognito. Now when you learn how simply everything can be explained,
+won't you think it your duty to guide me back to the paths of wisdom
+and self-sacrifice, which will lead me straight to an early grave? If I
+had not seen this conclusion foreshadowed so plainly, how gladly I'd
+have told you long ago what you're now to hear for the first time!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Try me and see whether I'm not less stern than my vocation,&quot;
+he forced
+himself to reply in a jesting tone. &quot;I, like you, am no adept in
+self-denial, where I feel that I have to assert a natural right, and
+therefore I lack the first requisites of a moralist. What a foolish awe
+you have of a poor private tutor! I know professors of philosophy who
+have done the most absurd things.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, no, no!&quot; she said earnestly, gazing down at the wet
+gravel, over
+which she was lightly walking. &quot;You don't understand it. You and I are
+made of very different material. Can you understand why the little fish
+are better off down in that dark water, than if you bade them to the
+most luxurious couch of lilies and rose leaves? Every creature lives in
+its own element, and perishes in an alien one. Don't you see, that I
+too can philosophize?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She paused, and for some time walked thoughtfully beside him,
+while the
+solemn boy following some twenty paces behind under a large umbrella,
+trod carefully in the dainty footprints made by his young mistress. The
+carriage waited in the avenue beyond.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At last she paused a moment, looked him full in the face with
+a
+mischievous expression in her large dark eyes, and said: &quot;Before I
+betray to whom you have given your arm, Won't you tell me what you have
+taken me for?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I would not hesitate a moment,&quot; he answered smiling, &quot;but
+indeed you
+wrong me. Because I have confessed myself a philosopher, you believe me
+foolish enough always to fancy things different from what they appear.
+Thank God, I understand my own interests better. I'm glad when I
+encounter something which banishes thought, and allows me to dream, as
+when I listen to beautiful music, enjoy a spring day, or the fragrance
+of clusters of roses. My thoughts--why should I deny it?--have been
+very much engrossed by you, perhaps more than was well. But the idea of
+imputing any blame to you has never occurred to me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She laughed. &quot;You're only evading the question. But no matter
+what good
+or evil qualities you have attributed to me: I am neither an
+aristocratic lady, nor an adventuress, but the very prosaic child of
+'poor but honest parents.' Do you remember, in your boyhood, hearing of
+a ballet dancer on the Berlin stage called Marchand? But how should
+you? My father--he was a Frenchman--was still in the prime of life,
+when he had an unlucky fall from a flying trapeze, which forever shut
+him out from the field of his art, with all its joys and honors. He
+took this so much to heart, that he never wished to see or hear of the
+theatre, and voluntarily retired into exile in a miserable little abode
+in the Mark. Here he married my mother, and had three daughters beside
+the oldest, myself. One died young, but the two others married worthy
+burghers and became happy wives. Things did not prosper so well with me
+unfortunately. I never was like the others, and my good mother had a
+great deal of trouble with me. Perhaps she'd have been more successful
+in teaching me if she'd shown me more love, but though possessing the
+kindest heart in the world, she was always cold, stern and formal to
+me, and as my father only spoiled me the more, you can imagine what
+sort of training I received. I once heard it whispered that I was not
+my mother's child. But although in such a small place nothing remains a
+secret, and everybody knows his neighbors' business by heart, I never
+discovered what was meant by the hasty words, and almost believe it was
+only said in explanation of my mother's coldness, which was noticed
+even by strangers. Perhaps she was jealous of the love my father
+lavished upon me; for her aversion increased with years, in exact
+proportion as I grew prettier and my father petted me more. Besides,
+none of my sisters were like me. You ought to have known my father, in
+order to be able to understand and forgive him for idolizing me. When a
+very young man, he had gone through the best dancing school in Paris,
+and the impressions made by the last brilliant days of the Empire never
+left him. He always wore pumps and a white cravat, and when he felt
+particularly happy, told us tales of Paris, the entertainments he had
+witnessed at court--of course only from a corner of the gallery--the
+duchesses and marquises to whom he had given lessons, their beauty,
+grace, and the luxury that surrounded them, concluding usually with a
+heavy sigh, as he looked around our miserable room: '<i>Ils sont passés,
+ces jours de fête!</i>&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;This always affected my mother unpleasantly, and my sisters
+listened
+to these constantly repeated tales without any special pleasure. They
+had very little imagination, and were completely absorbed in the petty
+cares and joys of the present; but these fairy like descriptions so
+filled my mind, that the wretched reality of my life became more and
+more distasteful to me. I dreamed of nothing but magnificence and
+splendor, a luxurious existence without any cares, and of kings and
+princes paying court to me. I gave grand names to my dolls, constantly
+practiced speaking French, which my father approved, and when one day
+at dinner, the conversation turned upon what each of us wanted to
+become. I, precocious little ten-year-older, exclaimed: 'I will be a
+duchess!'</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My mother angrily reproved me: 'it was wicked pride, I must
+try to
+become good and pious, modest and industrious'--you can probably
+imagine all I heard. My father was perfectly silent. Afterwards when I
+was alone with him, he drew me, still violently weeping into his arms,
+kissed my wet eyes, and said only: '<i>Sois tranquille, ma mignonne. Tu
+vas gáter tes beaux yeux avec ces larmes.</i>' From that day, at home and
+at school, whenever any one wanted to tease me, I was called 'Duchess
+Toinette.' But I was not at all annoyed; on the contrary I liked the
+nickname far better than the simple 'Toni,' my mother usually called
+me. After a time as I became more sensible and perceived that my
+father's little pension would not enable us to live in ducal style, I
+might have lost this sickly desire for royal luxury, and in time
+learned to be satisfied with a modest income, like my sisters. But
+unfortunately there was a constant temptation close at hand. For years,
+our little city had been under the rule of a petty prince, and the
+ancestral castle still stood in all its magnificence on a wooded
+height, which could be climbed in ten minutes. The prince himself had
+been suddenly killed in the prime of life, while hunting. The solemn
+funeral, which all the inhabitants flocked to attend, was the first
+memorable spectacle that had left a lasting impression on my childish
+brain. Since that time, the princess had lived in the castle with
+her children, a pretty little boy some years older than I, and
+several daughters. The household was maintained in the same style as
+before, and after the year of mourning had expired, new guests and
+entertainments brought fresh gayety.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To be sure, we plebeian children only witnessed these things
+through
+the railing of the park, or if we could slip in, through the lofty
+windows that looked out upon the garden. But it was more than enough to
+give new food to my ducal dreams. The superb toilettes, the countless
+candles, the graceful curtseys, smiles, whispers, and flirtations,
+which I witnessed for hours, with my face pressed against a window
+pane, fairly intoxicated me. I would gladly have spent my life in the
+midst of such surroundings, and something told me I should have
+harmonized with them well. At least I did not understand my sisters,
+who always grew red and foolish if any of the strangers in their walks
+about our little city condescended to exchange a few gracious words
+with us children, who were standing curiously outside the gates. I
+always had an answer ready and made my little curtsey so easily, that
+more than once the ladies noticed me particularly, and exchanged with
+each other in French, flattering words about my looks, not a syllable
+of which escaped me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My father, who went to the castle, as he gave dancing lessons
+to the
+princess' children, often repeated the compliments that had been paid
+me there, and held me up as a pattern to my sisters. Of course this was
+not agreeable to them or their mother, and often caused unpleasant
+scenes. Often he brought home all sorts of dainties, confectionary, and
+rare fruits. The butler was his god-father. This again made my mother
+angry and with reason; for since I had tasted these delicacies, our
+simple fare, of which there was often scarce enough, was far too coarse
+for me, and I preferred to push away my plate and fast, rather than to
+eat a dish that didn't suit me. At such times I satisfied myself with
+the fruits and berries to be found in the garden and woods, and it was
+only strange that, in spite of all this, I did not grow thin or weak,
+but retained the fair complexion and red cheeks which, as I plainly
+perceived, were the envy of the rouged countesses and princesses.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And some one else there was who admired them; this was no
+less a
+personage than His Highness, the little prince. He was an odd little
+mortal then, and I think will always remain so; thin and fragile as if
+made of porcelain, and equally stiff and polished, with a doll's face
+that would have been very pretty if one could only have believed it
+alive. And in an equally lifeless manner, as if he feared he might
+break while doing it, he paid court to me. We had met him once in the
+park, a horde of children dashing through the shrubbery with loud
+hurrahs; catch, and hare and hounds, were our favorite games. He had
+come there, Heaven knows how, without his tutor, and we suddenly grew
+quiet, more on account of his uncanny stiffness and fashionable dress,
+than from respect. But he was inclined to be especially gracious, to me
+in particular condescension itself, and I, stupid little monkey, prided
+myself upon it not a little. Dear me, I was only ten years old, but the
+idea of being a duchess was firmly impressed upon my mind, and I
+actually believed that he would marry me and realize all my fairy
+visions. So for several years this absurd secret flirtation, which
+wearied as much as it flattered me, continued, until at last the
+princess discovered it. To be sure, my chivalrous little lover declared
+that he had never had any intention of making me his wife, but merely
+his mistress. In spite of this precocious discrimination, however, it
+was thought better to break off the childish intimacy once for all; so
+I again became a duchess in anticipation, and even my father was no
+longer permitted to enter the castle.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I remember, after this time, that is when I was grown up, but
+one
+occasion when I again saw the park and even the interior of the castle.
+Some cousin or nephew of my kind father came to visit us, for whom,
+during the few days of his stay every effort was made to place our
+usual homely mode of living in the most endurable light. As we could
+give him no special entertainment at home, we were obliged to make
+excursions abroad, and it fortunately happened that the princess and
+her children had gone to some springs. So under the care of the butler,
+we visited all the rooms, into which hitherto I had only peeped. My
+father was delighted to be able to mount his hobby, and constantly
+related how this, that, and the other had been handsomer, richer, or
+more tasteful in Paris. I could only gaze in silent astonishment, and
+yet it seemed to me as if all this were a matter of course, and I, if
+only permitted to do so, could use these costly articles as carelessly
+as if born in such a sphere. On the following day, the cousin stammered
+out a confused proposal of marriage, and, to make his worthy person
+more agreeable to me, described the charms of his own home--he had an
+oil cloth manufactory in a tolerably large city. I should like now to
+recall the expression with which I gave him a positive refusal. It was
+certainly one of which no full blooded duchess would have had cause to
+be ashamed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No! if I could not have my faithless porcelain prince, I
+would never
+take the first plain workman I met. When the cousin departed, my mother
+looked at me with sincere sorrow. 'Poor thing,' said she. 'You're not
+to blame, because others' (she meant my father) 'have turned your head.
+But tell me, for what are you really waiting'--I answered that I was
+waiting for nothing and for no one, and only desired to be permitted to
+live as I was doing:--this was only half true. You may well suppose
+that I was waiting for no lover, for I have frankly told you that up to
+this time I have been unable to discover any talent for sentiment in my
+nature. But to continue to live as I was--no, I could not have endured
+it forever.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My father grew old and feeble, and many other little
+perquisites
+ceased, besides the dancing lessons at the castle, for which he had
+been handsomely paid. As the time hung heavy on his hands and he could
+read to himself very little, one of us was obliged to spend half the
+day in reading aloud his favorite romances, thereby neglecting her
+work, which to be sure brought in a very small income. But why should I
+entertain you with the details of these petty household wants? A man
+can never imagine all the embarrassments, all the secret tears and
+vexations of a young girl who is obliged to deny herself the
+necessaries of life to save the money required for the trifles she
+deems still more necessary, and especially one who has so much taste
+and love for luxury, that when the hard won finery is at last finished,
+she would rather tear it all off and go about in her Cinderella garb,
+because the articles obtained by so many struggles are still so poor.
+That is, the dress was really not so bad, for with a few yards of white
+muslin and some bows of ribbon a girl can look very well, especially at
+sixteen or eighteen, and with a face like the one God had bestowed upon
+me. But unfortunately, I continued to remember the real elegance, the
+Parisian toilettes I had seen at the castle, the beautiful fans and
+flowers, real laces and rustling satin robes, which my few pennies
+could never obtain. You shake your head, my wise friend. But consider,
+that a trout obstinately insists upon living in clear, fresh water, and
+no philosophy will induce him to be satisfied with a stagnant pond,
+where other very estimable fish are perfectly comfortable.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And then--what had I to lead me out of these weaknesses and
+follies
+and make amends, if the fairy tale of which I dreamed, should never
+come true? You, my dear friend, have your thoughts, your ambition, your
+pride. But I--knew nothing thoroughly. How should I? Where could I have
+learned it? What had I been taught? To speak French, to play the piano
+a little--for the young chorister, who gave me lessons, tried to drown
+himself in the river on account of a hopeless love for me, and then
+married the pastor's daughter, who came up just at the right moment and
+shrieked for help, and of course the lessons were not continued. Sewing
+I had always hated, for it is absurd to suppose that embroidering,
+knitting stockings, and making shirts, can really render any human
+being happy, or compensate for unsatisfied desires--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She paused a moment and gazed sadly into vacancy. A sigh
+heaved her
+bosom and made her nostrils quiver. &quot;How cold it is!&quot; she said, drawing
+her cloak closer around her. &quot;Come, we will walk a little faster. Where
+was I? Oh yes; I was talking about knitting and sewing and everything
+connected with them. How often I've heard and read that a girl will
+find her vocation, her life-long happiness in love and marriage. I saw
+this confirmed in my sisters, who though younger than I, had their
+little love experiences much sooner, and patiently endured the tedium
+of knitting and sewing, since their minds were not idle, but wove the
+fairest dreams among the meshes and cross-stitches. Then they married
+utterly insignificant people, but were perfectly satisfied, and
+continued to labor with hands and heads for their husbands and
+children. But I--my prince had married, too, in accordance with his
+rank, and quite without agitation, as beseems porcelain figures, at
+least so I heard, and I still stayed with my old parents, waiting to
+ascend my ducal throne.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I ought to be there now, and after all it would be better for
+me, than
+to wander about here in the rain with you and talk of things that are
+hopeless. But these poor, dear parents, to whom I was a source of great
+anxiety--even my father shook his head sadly when my birthday came
+round--were both taken from me in a single week, and with them the only
+visible object in life of which I was conscious.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Fortunately the butler, whom my father's will named as my
+guardian,
+was a sensible man. He perceived that he could not persuade me to
+remain quietly in the little house from which my parents had been borne
+to their graves, waiting to see if any one would come and take me away.
+He suggested, as I still had an unconcealed desire to know something of
+the world, that an advertisement for the situation of governess or
+companion should be inserted in several of the Berlin papers. A place
+soon offered that seemed very suitable. A baroness wrote to ask if I
+would take charge of the education of her two little daughters and
+assist her in housekeeping, as she was in delicate health. Nothing more
+than I had learned was required; masters and mistresses were engaged
+for all the difficult branches of study.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;This was like a deliverance to me. To live in a large,
+elegant house,
+make tea at the evening receptions, show that in spite of my provincial
+origin I could vie in elegance and manner with my lady in Berlin--now
+that you know me, you can understand what a tempting prospect this
+afforded.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I persuaded my guardian to pay me my share of our little
+inheritance
+and the net proceeds of our furniture at once. I intended to keep the
+few hundred thalers for pocket money in the great city, or use it at
+once if my outfit should not be presentable. During the year that I
+wore mourning for my parents and was alone nearly all day, I had put my
+wardrobe in order as well as I could. But who could tell what the
+baroness would say to it? Well, I needn't have troubled myself about
+her. I liked her very well, and also the house and children---I could
+not have desired anything better. But unfortunately I pleased her too
+well; for scarcely had we exchanged a few words, during which she
+scanned me from head to foot, when she said with the greatest
+cordiality: 'My dear Fräulein, I regret having given you unnecessary
+trouble. But you're far too pretty, to enter a house where there are
+grown up sons and a great many young people going in and out. You would
+turn the heads of some or perhaps all of them, and there would be
+murders and homicides to pay. Don't take my frankness amiss, but I know
+my circle, and moreover am ready to indemnify you for breaking the
+engagement.'</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There was nothing to take amiss, and so fifteen minutes after
+I was
+again standing in the street below, entirely alone, and without even
+knowing the name of a hotel where it would be proper for me to stay;
+for in my bewilderment, I had not thought of asking the baroness, who
+seemed very anxious to get rid of me before the aforesaid grown up sons
+came home.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;On one course, however, I was positively determined: not to
+go back to
+my former poverty in the little nest of gossips, where on Sundays the
+very flies dropped from the walls out of pure weariness, and during the
+week nothing was talked about but cooking, washing and saving--I would
+rather have drowned myself. And who missed me at home? Who needed me?
+Who would have been particularly glad to see me again? I should only
+have found malicious faces, taunts, and probably even heard evil
+interpretations of my unlucky expedition.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;As for the first time in my life, I walked in perfect freedom
+through
+the streets, and the elegant ladies rustled past me, the carriages
+rolled through the Unter den Linden, and the shop windows glittered
+with the most beautiful things, like a bazar in the Arabian Nights, or
+the enchanted cave of Xaxa, while I moved through the throng on the
+loveliest of summer days with a treasure in my pocket such as I had
+never before possessed, and for which I was accountable to no one--the
+thought suddenly darted through my mind: 'for once in your life see how
+rich, aristocratic people feel, whose left hands do not know how much
+their right hands throw out of the window. Live for once in plenty,
+deny yourself nothing, show the stupid money that has accidentally
+wandered into your pocket and for which you care so little, how you
+despise it, though you are only a poor girl and must earn your bread!
+If you were very avaricious and put your five or six hundred thalers in
+a savings bank, the paltry interest you would receive would not make
+you happy. When all has gone as lightly as it came, it will still be
+possible to creep back into the yoke. Then you will at least have
+experienced how happier mortals feel perhaps'--and I spoke as if some
+of my mother's nature stirred within me--'perhaps you will fare like
+the apprentices in a confectioners shop: become surfeited with luxury,
+and afterwards be satisfied to return to narrow, commonplace
+surroundings.' Well I had now decided that I would for once be Duchess
+Toinette in earnest. But as I was a perfect stranger, and did not know
+a single human being:--who knows whether I might not have lost the
+courage to execute my plan. A little country girl cannot change herself
+into a great lady in the twinkling of an eye, even if she has five
+hundred thalers to use for the purpose. But chance came to my
+assistance. I had traveled to Berlin in a first-class carriage. I had
+long desired to try one, and while making our short excursions about
+the neighborhood always felt secretly ashamed and irritated because we
+were compelled to use a third-class conveyance. Now I could gratify my
+desire, and was very comfortable in my plush armchair, until a
+gentleman, who occupied the coupé with me, commenced a conversation
+which threatened to become a little dangerous. He was a very elegant,
+aristocratic young man, whose servant came to the carriage at every
+station to ask his masters' orders.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I made such short answers to his gallant speeches, that he
+probably
+perceived he must adopt a different tone with me. From that moment he
+was courtesy and attention itself, and treated me as a high-born dame,
+though I did not conceal the object of my visit to the city. When we
+stopped, he took leave expressing the hope of seeing me again in a few
+days at the baroness' house, where he was a frequent visitor.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;This was a matter of perfect indifference to me then. His
+Excellency,
+the Count, as his servant called him, did not interest me in the least.
+But now suddenly, as I wandered through the streets racking my brains
+to decide what I was to do next, I heard a well known voice--it was the
+count's. He greeted me very courteously, asked how I had found the
+baroness, and when he had been informed of my fate kindly consoled me.
+I need feel no anxiety, I could not fail to obtain a similar and even
+more desirable position; he would himself make inquiries among all his
+acquaintances, and in the first place, as I told him my difficulty
+about finding suitable lodgings, he could recommend me to very pleasant
+rooms which he had once rented for a relative. She had afterwards
+decided not to take possession of them, as she had changed her plans;
+but they were still empty, and the landlady was a very worthy woman,
+with whom I would be very comfortable.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Of course this intelligence was very welcome to me. I only
+insisted
+that I would not avail myself of the fact that the lodgings had already
+been paid for one quarter in advance, but remain my own mistress and be
+indebted to no one.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He at last assented to this, and treated me in every respect
+in a
+modest and almost deferential manner. Yet I half regretted having
+allowed him to accompany me to the house. The landlady seemed
+surprised, and then---he would know where I was to be found. Who could
+tell whether he might not become annoying? And besides my incognita was
+destroyed. But my fear was groundless. On the day after I was settled,
+I received a note from him; he was unfortunately obliged to forego the
+pleasure of inquiring about my welfare in person, as his father's
+sudden illness compelled him to set out for his estates at once. I
+acknowledge that I felt very much relieved. I was really entirely free
+from control, and could regulate my life as I chose.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What that would be, if directed by my taste, you have known
+me long
+enough to be aware, although here and there various trifles were
+lacking. When I opened my box of ornaments, the contents did not look
+exactly like crown jewels. If I heard of a poor family, I could only
+show my generosity by the gift of five thalers. And then--I was quite
+too lonely. When people wish to live in ducal style, a little court
+must not be lacking. After I had lived entirely by myself for two
+weeks, I fortunately made your acquaintance. Then I was perfectly
+satisfied, and no longer feared the return of the count, although he
+wrote me letters, in which he abandoned his formal style of address and
+gradually became warmer and warmer. He confessed that even anxiety
+about his father's life had been unable to drive my image from his
+memory, begged for one line to assure him that his attentions were not
+wholly indifferent to me, described his state of mind in more and more
+exaggerated colors, and the more resolutely I left these foolish
+epistles unanswered, the more passionate they became. This was all that
+was wanting to completely disgust me with the acquaintance. I gave my
+little Jean orders to receive no more letters, and if a gentleman whose
+appearance I described, ever called upon me, not to admit him under any
+circumstances.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And now this scene of yesterday! I could not sleep half the
+night from
+pure indignation. What does he imagine? For what must he take me, if he
+expects by this bold intrusion--for the servant had his orders--to
+obtain any concessions! Oh! these men, and what they call love! Am I
+not right when I fear this mad passion, which makes positively
+dangerous, people otherwise well-bred. And you--you have become
+perfectly silent and not interrupted me once. Speak at least, or I
+shall be forced to believe that you think me not only a poor fool, but
+a poor sinner.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She hastily withdrew her hand from his arm and stepped out
+from under
+the umbrella. The rain had nearly ceased, a faint ray of sunlight
+pierced the grey autumnal mist, she threw back her hood and revealed
+her face, deeply flushed by her eager words and rapid pace.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My dear Fräulein,&quot; he said smiling, &quot;confession for
+confession: the
+fool and sinner stands before you. But he hopes for absolution. It was
+beyond human power to solve unaided an enigma so simple and yet so
+singular. Besides, I must now confess--that 'worthy woman,' your
+landlady--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What! Do you know her? What do you know about her? Oh I pray
+do not
+leave me in ignorance any longer!&quot; she exclaimed with anxious haste.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He soothed her for she had suddenly grown very pale. &quot;We must
+not talk
+so loud,&quot; said he, &quot;little Jean's great ears have approached nearer to
+us--&quot; She again took his arm and turned hurriedly into one of the side
+avenues. &quot;Well? Well?&quot; she urged. &quot;Oh my God, I had no suspicion of
+it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He now told her all that he had heard from the woman, the
+previous
+destination of the rooms, the understanding between the landlady and
+the count, the dangers to which in her unsuspicious ignorance, she had
+exposed herself. &quot;I myself,&quot; he concluded, &quot;although often anxious when
+I thought of the mystery that surrounded your life--believe me my dear
+friend--only needed to see you enter the room, hear your voice, your
+laugh, to be perfectly satisfied, fully convinced, that nothing base
+could ever have dominion over you. I was much more inclined to believe
+you to be in reality what you were only feigning to be: a true princess
+in disguise who would again re-ascend her throne some day and then
+appoint the faithful servant, who during her exile had often chatted
+away her cares and <i>ennui</i>, to some position that would require no
+gloves, such as court book-inspector, or private secretary, or even
+chief bird feeder to Her Highness Duchess Toinette.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She did not seem to hear the jest. The sweet face was bent
+steadily
+toward the ground, the little hands trembled. She suddenly paused
+again.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And the letter?&quot; she asked, without looking at him, &quot;Did you
+bring it
+with you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He drew it out of his pocket. &quot;It did not disturb my
+slumbers,&quot; he
+answered smiling. &quot;Shall we destroy it unread and throw it into the
+pond among the withered leaves?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No. Read it. Read it aloud.&quot; He broke the black seal and read
+the
+following lines:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Honored Fraulein:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>You persist in refusing me a reply. I see that you put no
+faith in my
+written assurances of devotion, and if it were possible for anything to
+increase the strength of my love, it would be this proof of your proud
+reserve, I will henceforth spare you my letters, as I shall soon be
+able to reaffirm all my professions verbally, and then I hope to remove
+all your doubt of the sincerity of my passion. The event I feared has
+happened, my father died to-night, That the first lines I write after
+this heavy loss, are addressed to you, will prove better than any words
+could do, that all my hopes in life are bound up in your image, that my
+happiness or misery is in your hands. Whether, in my present condition,
+you will deem me worthy of kinder treatment I must humbly wait for you
+to decide.</i></p>
+
+<p class="continue" style="margin-left:50%">&quot;<i>Ever yours</i></p>
+
+<p class="right">&quot;Franz Count R----</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If the man is to be judged from his style, we have been hasty
+in
+making the master responsible for his boorish servant,&quot; observed Edwin
+in a jesting tone, as he folded the letter and handed it to her. &quot;Will
+you not at least condole with your faithful knight?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mechanically she took the black-edged sheet, but her face
+remained
+perfectly immovable. &quot;Come,&quot; she said after a pause. &quot;It's beginning to
+rain again. I don't feel very well. Take me back to the carriage. Oh!
+it's horrible! horrible! horrible!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He consoled her as well as he could.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Suppose he offers you his hand and a count's coronet,&quot; he
+said, at the
+same moment feeling a sharp pang in his heart that almost stopped his
+breath.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She did not seem to hear him, but shook her curls back from
+her face,
+so that her hair escaped from its confinement and rolled in luxuriant
+masses from beneath her hood. Then she threw back her little cloak as
+if suffocating. &quot;Has it grown so hot?&quot; she asked, &quot;or is it only--but
+let's walk faster. I can scarcely wait till I'm at rest--and alone! No,
+no, you're not in my way, certainly not, I know what I owe you. But
+that--that--there are things we can only conquer when we can close our
+eyes and cry like little children. Do you know, my dear friend--I
+should like--But why speak of it? You can't understand. To-morrow will
+be your day, won't it? Yes, it was yesterday that you remained with me
+and that insolent man--but we'll say no more about it. I shall expect
+you to-morrow. Farewell for to-day. Forgive me for not asking you to
+drive home with me. But it's better so--besides, I don't know what I'm
+talking about--I--oh God!&quot; She pressed her hand to her brow and paused
+a moment, as if her head realed. Edwin ventured to draw her closer to
+him, &quot;My dear, dear child, compose yourself,&quot; said he. &quot;What has
+happened? What is lost?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She instantly regained her composure, &quot;Nothing,&quot; she murmured.
+&quot;I thank
+you very much for all your friendship. So to-morrow--and farewell!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She held out her hand and looked at him, apparently quite calm
+again,
+and then entered the carriage; the dwarf climbed nimbly up to the box,
+and Edwin saw her bend forward and look at him with a long, earnest
+gaze as she drove away. Then he remained alone in the grey day with his
+gloomy thoughts.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER VI.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">Why was he so much more hopeless after her frank confession,
+than
+before? He now knew that his feelings had not deceived him, that the
+equivocal circumstances in her position had nothing to do with her real
+nature. Besides, nothing seemed to stand between them, no older rights
+and claims of any third person, no contrast of rank or wealth. She was
+as poor as he, as dependent, of equally humble origin, and when this
+artificially woven fairy dream had passed away, which must soon happen,
+she would be helpless in a strange world, where a friend and protector
+must be more to her than anything else. True--for the moment he had no
+thought of asking any woman to share his life. But hitherto he had
+neither desired nor expected such an acquisition to his existence. If
+the matter now became serious, why should he not be man enough to work
+himself out of the &quot;tun&quot; and provide more spacious quarters for three
+persons? If the matter should become serious! But that was what he
+could not believe after her confession, as readily as before. He had
+never seen more clearly that all his fire was blazing against a rock,
+that not even a suspicion of his state of mind had yet dawned upon her.
+To have heard the saddest story of sin, despair, and a lost youth,
+would have disheartened him less than this cool, unapproachable
+innocence.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Sadly he returned home, drenched to the skin, having purposely
+exposed
+himself to the rain to cool the fever raging within. While undressing
+he told Balder everything, even his utter hopelessness. &quot;And yet, after
+all, it is best as it is,&quot; he concluded, &quot;when I've once got over it.
+Could we receive a duchess here?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Balder did not understand all this. To him the very thought
+that any
+one could refuse a kingdom for the sake of loving and being loved by
+Edwin would have been incomprehensible to him. He eagerly began to
+contradict him and to build castles in the air. &quot;Let her once be poor
+again,&quot; said he. &quot;Then she'll feel what treasures still remain.
+Besides, she's no commonplace person, and still so young; how much she
+can learn. And you're a good teacher. What have I not learned from
+you!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, <i>you</i>, child,&quot; sighed Edwin smiling and stroking his
+hair. He was
+going to add something, but Mohr came in and told his adventure of the
+preceding day with that fine fellow, the mysterious Lorinser, and how
+the hope of establishing a musical intercourse with Christiane had
+given him so much energy, that he had written out the first bars of his
+famous symphony that very morning. He was in excellent spirits and
+according to his usual custom let off a shower of fireworks in the
+shape of sarcasms and quaint remarks, with which, to be sure, he was
+the only person amused, as the brothers only laughed from sympathy.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When they had sat together for some time, Edwin went to his
+pupil.
+Hitherto he had always felt a sense of comfort in the little house on
+the lagune. His passionate restlessness passed away, the young girl's
+great calm eyes, which rested so eagerly on his lips, had driven away
+all melancholy, so that he grew eloquent and cheerful, and unfolded to
+her the ancient sages' world of thought until long after the hour
+devoted to the lesson had expired. But to-day, for the first time, this
+beneficent spell failed. He was forced to plead illness and depart
+before the lesson was over, to Leah's evident regret.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The next day was &quot;his day,&quot; but his impatience drove him to
+the house
+in Jägerstrasse early in the morning. He started, when he saw the
+landlady's broad face look peevishly out of one of the windows in the
+second story. He darted breathlessly up stairs and pulled the bell. His
+suspicion was confirmed. No striped waistcoat appeared, the shining
+glass eyes of the solemn boy did not welcome him. Instead, the landlady
+herself, without looking at him, sulkily opened the door.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Whom do you want?&quot; she grumbled. &quot;Fräulein Toinette Marchand?
+I'm
+sorry. She has moved. Ah! so it's <i>you</i>? That alters the case. What do
+you say to it? You must know more than any of the rest of us, who were
+not thought good enough for the least explanation--Or do you bring some
+order? Pray walk in. I can make myself entirely at home here once
+more.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She allowed Edwin to enter and then followed him into the
+familiar red
+drawing room. Everything was unchanged: the flowers was there, the
+parrot was on the perch, only the bird cage stood open and empty, and
+the bronze clock on the marble mantel piece no longer ticked.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Just think,&quot; said the woman, evidently glad to pour out her
+heart to
+some one who was half initiated into the secret, &quot;she came home
+yesterday in a droschky--the first time she did not have her hired
+carriage, and the boy Jean came directly up to me and asked me to come
+down to the young lady. When I entered, I found her maid already
+packing. She herself was standing in the middle of the room, staring
+straight before her, as if she were troubled about something. When I
+spoke, she instantly recollected herself. She was obliged to leave the
+city at once, she said, and as she should not return to these rooms,
+wanted to pay me the rent. 'Leave the city,' said I. 'Good gracious!
+and so suddenly? And where are you going, if I may ask?' For I thought,
+after all the police will make a descent upon me, the secret, the crime
+she has committed is now discovered, and she wants to get away that she
+may not be caught napping. But then--she looked so haughty and
+composed, and did not address a single word to me more than was
+absolutely necessary, and yet I'm the landlady. As she went away in the
+midst of the quarter, it was fair, she said, that she should pay for
+the full three months--though she'd not been here quite four weeks--and
+counted out thirty-six thalers on the table. I could consider it so
+much profit. For everything else--though, dear me, she'd given me no
+trouble at all--she laid three louis d'ors on the table, and the maid
+too had her full quarter's wages and a handsome present. Then she went
+to the birds--the parrot belonged to the count--opened the door of the
+cage, fed them, and said: 'You'll let them go free,' and with a
+flashing glance and a nod of the head went down stairs to the droschky
+Jean had been sent to fetch, and on which her trunk was already
+strapped. She took the boy with her, but to what depot she ordered the
+man to drive--neither I nor the maid could hear. Mercy, what will the
+count say when he comes back, for I promised I would keep her for him,
+and he said 'you shall not lose by it, Madame Sturgmüller.' His servant
+was here yesterday, 'How had the young lady behaved?' he asked. 'Who
+was that gentleman with her'--he meant you. Well, I said no more than I
+knew--that you only came to dine and always seemed very quiet and
+brought her books. Then he laughed. 'They're probably studying
+something very beautiful, Madame, and if I tell my master, the
+count--' 'Well,' said I, 'why does he leave her all alone? Such a young
+thing--idleness is the beginning of all love affairs.' But he shook his
+head and wanted to know nothing about it. Now, tell me, my dear sir,
+what does all this mean? Merciful God, if I should be obliged to go
+before a jury after all--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin, in spite of his sadness, could not help smiling. He
+denied all
+knowledge of Toinette's movements, and his evident alarm at not finding
+her, proved his sincerity. He had never inquired into her
+circumstances, and where she had so suddenly vanished was as
+incomprehensible to him as to the landlady. He walked, the woman
+constantly talking to him, through all the pleasant rooms that suddenly
+seemed so desolate and lifeless, and for the first time entered the
+sleeping apartment, where the traces of a hasty departure were still
+visible. On the toilette table, among various empty boxes, stood a
+small bottle in which there was still a little essence of violet, a
+perfume of which she had been particularly fond. He took advantage of a
+moment when he was unobserved, to appropriate the useless relic. With
+what strange emotions he stood beside the bed and gazed at the snow
+white pillows on which her head had rested. &quot;She was a beautiful girl,&quot;
+said the woman. &quot;Even the most envious must admit that, and no princess
+could be more stately. But mark my words, sir: one of these days her
+name will appear in the papers, not on the first page where the
+arrivals and departures of the aristocracy are announced, but among the
+miscellaneous news, accidents and sentences of imprisonment for ten
+years or for life. Why shouldn't she have waited for the count, who's
+such a charming gentleman? If a girl has a good conscience, she doesn't
+try to be peculiar, but is neither better nor worse than other mortals.
+Believe me, I know the world, and haven't rented rooms for ten years to
+the very best class of lodgers for nothing.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A feeling of inexpressible loathing overpowered Edwin. He
+hastily
+turned away, promising to call again some other time, and left the
+house, in the deepest melancholy.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER VII.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">She had not left a line for him, not even a note to say
+farewell; it
+was too much kindness to say: 'I'm going for such and such reasons, to
+such and such a place.' He was of so little importance to her, she was
+so utterly indifferent to what he must feel at her sudden
+disappearance. No nomad who strikes his tent, leaves his camping ground
+without casting a glance toward the fire where he prepared his meals,
+the spring that refreshed him, although he knows he shall find
+the same friendly elements everywhere. And he, whom she had called
+&quot;friend&quot;;--what a horribly cold heart, that can prize the best
+treasures so lightly, leave the most unselfish devotion in the lurch so
+carelessly, like a bottle of perfume, which was pleasant to the senses,
+but which can be bought in any shop.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And on a creature of such a shallow mind, such an icy heart,
+he had for
+weeks lavished his thoughts and opinions; nay his very anguish when he
+had determined to break loose from her bonds, told him only too
+distinctly that it would be long ere the task could be accomplished.
+The more violently he strove to accuse her, the more victoriously the
+image of his upbraided friend, with her artless expression and the last
+earnest gaze the dark eyes had fixed upon him, rose before his fancy,
+and he at last perceived that he only reproached her in order to have a
+pretext for constantly occupying himself with her. He at last concluded
+a sort of truce with his passionate grief. It was still possible that
+she might write as soon as she was settled again. Had she not one of
+his books, Hafiz, from which he had last read aloud to her at table? To
+be sure, she might think he had given it to her, like the little copy
+of Hermann and Dorothea. And if not, why should the possession of a
+borrowed book disturb her, when she was in the habit of not even
+returning hearts into which she had glanced once or twice?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">For the first time, he failed to tell Balder all that was
+occupying his
+thoughts, and merely said that she had given up her rooms, but would
+probably send him her new address.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">This intelligence did not seem to trouble Balder much. He
+avoided
+saying so, but in his heart he almost wished that this might be the end
+of the adventure, for from what Edwin had said of the lady, it seemed
+more and more doubtful whether this passion, which made the grave,
+self-contained man so helpless, would ever compensate for the sacrifice
+of his repose. Much as he desired to do so, he could feel no affection
+for this singular being. His beau ideal of loveliness was in every
+respect the exact opposite of this dazzling vision. But he said
+nothing, for he was well aware that words would be spoken in vain.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A little note from the Frau Professorin Valentin came while
+you were
+away. The zaunkönig left it in the shop himself.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin absently opened and read it. It contained a request to
+visit the
+writer in the course of the day if possible, as she wished to speak to
+him about a very important matter.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He threw down the sheet, took up a volume of some work on
+physical
+science, and began to read. Balder, who was working industriously at
+his turning lathe--he had reason to be industrious, since of late,
+unnoticed by Edwin, the state of their strong box had become very
+critical--saw plainly that he did not turn the page, but did not
+venture to rouse him from his reverie. What could he have said to
+console him?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Evening came. The Frau Professorin's note seemed forgotten.
+But when
+Balder reminded him of it, Edwin started up and said he would attend to
+the matter at once; he was curious to know what important news could
+come to him from that quarter. So he left the room, with a dry &quot;Adieu!&quot;
+Seldom, as we know, did he part from Balder without a jest or a
+brotherly caress, but the spell of melancholy was too strong for him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Since his first visit, he had only seen the estimable lady a
+few times
+in the zaunkönig's studio, from which she instantly retreated when he
+came to give his lesson. She seemed very kindly disposed toward him,
+with a motherly cheerfulness, which often, on her brightest days,
+reminded him of his own mother; so he noticed it the more plainly, when
+she now met him with anxious seriousness and a certain degree of
+formality.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Dear Herr Doctor,&quot; said she, &quot;I begged you to come to see me
+because I
+wished to discuss a matter which has caused me grave anxiety. Do you
+know that you've cost me a sleepless night?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're too kind,&quot; he answered smiling.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I'm entirely in earnest. I should have to like you much less
+than I do
+if my opinion of you could be a matter of indifference to me. Tell me,
+is it true? Are you really the author of this essay, or have you a
+namesake, for whose opinions you are not responsible?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She took out a green volume, which she had carefully locked up
+in her
+writing desk. It was a number of a philosophical magazine, to which for
+several years Edwin had been a contributor.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So far as I'm aware,&quot; he answered in a jesting tone, &quot;my
+parents have
+had but one son Edwin, who devotes himself to philosophy. Let me see.
+'Examination of the proofs of the existence of God.' Certainly that's
+mine. It's to be continued. It was left unfinished on account of my
+foolish prize essay.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He laid the book on the table, and now looked at his
+companion, who was
+sitting opposite to him with the most heartfelt expression of pitying
+surprise.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So it's really yours!&quot; said she. &quot;And these views, these
+principles--you've not yet renounced them?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I don't know of what principles you speak, Madame. So far as
+I can
+remember, I refrain from making any hypothesis of my own, and limit
+myself entirely to a critical investigation of the opinions that have
+been advanced by others.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes. So it appears! But can he who so coolly, in his own
+opinion,
+annihilates the logical proofs of an eternal truth, be expected to
+cherish the desire, to say nothing of the conviction, that this truth
+will endure, difficult as it might be to find reasons for it, or proofs
+which would incontestably establish to the reason its indisputable
+existence?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I might take that as a compliment to my essay,&quot; he answered,
+&quot;although
+coming from a woman's mouth, it cannot of course be understood in that
+sense. Among scientific men, an investigation is thought the more
+worthy of credence, the fewer traces it bears that its author set about
+the task with a desire to find a certain result, or with even a
+previously formed conviction. In my department, especially, much
+greater progress would have been made, if even in the minds of its
+masters passion and prejudice had not dimmed the pure mirror of
+experience and clearness of thought.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Greater progress!&quot; cried the excited lady, letting both hands
+fall
+into her lap in sudden horror. &quot;But for Heaven's sake, what progress
+can be made, to what can you wish to turn your attention after you have
+so successfully reached absolute nothingness?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And suppose I expected to prove,&quot; he answered smiling, &quot;that
+this
+nothingness is just as fruitful as the other nothingness, from which,
+as pious men tell us, God created the world? But I'll not begin to
+philosophize here. Even if I could hope, in a short conversation, to
+make you understand that to which I have devoted the labor of a
+life, I should still prefer to keep silence. You're in harmony with
+yourself--what more can you desire? I, whose wants are so different, am
+also at peace with myself. Is it not better to rest satisfied with
+that, each respecting the other's mode of thought and feeling?
+Wherefore drag to light the differences about which we can never agree,
+instead of rejoicing over what we possess in common? It's so easy to
+dispute, and so difficult to become reconciled again.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You think me intolerant,&quot; she replied eagerly, while a faint
+color
+tinged her pretty, delicate face. &quot;But my Creator knows I am not. I
+confidentially believe that in our heavenly father's house there are
+many mansions. I honor every true, genuine conviction, even if ever so
+widely different from mine. My best friend, Leah's mother, was a
+jewess. My daily visitor, the Herr Candidat--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Herr Lorinser?&quot; Edwin dryly interrupted. &quot;Ah! yes, now I
+understand.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It's a matter of very little consequence; I know the people
+with whom
+I'm dealing. There are persons who take special delight in denouncing
+others, of course for the greater honor of God, of Christian love, and
+of eternal truth.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You wrong him; to be sure he brought me your essay, but it
+was in
+consequence of a conversation in which I was compelled to admit that I
+was wholly in the dark about your opinions, and had not become much
+wiser from Leah's very guarded remarks. Do not suppose I'm blind to the
+faults and weaknesses of this singular man. I do not share his
+exaggerated mystical views. But even his errors, which arise from an
+ardent heart, seem more honorable, or to express myself more plainly,
+are more in sympathy with my nature, than--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Than a man's honest confession that he knows nothing at all
+about
+certain things.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If it were only that! But must he, who knows nothing, or
+desires to
+know nothing about that which is revealed to all who thirst for
+information, makes a business of shaking the faith, rendering the
+ground unsteady beneath the feet of those who do have the knowledge, or
+think they have?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If he really believes he is serving humanity, why should he
+not do
+what he thinks productive of good? To be sure, I should not undertake
+this business. I've not the temperament for it, the friendly
+importunity, nor any of the other qualities that are necessary to make
+proselytes.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You have not? And this treatise--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Is not written for those who know or think they know, but for
+persons,
+who like me, are still seeking truth, perhaps doubting whether it will
+ever be possible certainly to know, and meantime think themselves
+justified in using the boundaries between knowledge and faith for a
+work which must tend to the advantages of both provinces.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; she said, as she suddenly rose, &quot;we shall make no
+progress in
+that way. You're my superior in dialectics, and I see it's only
+chivalrous in you to avoid the contest. But answer one question
+plainly: is it really true that you not only have no God, but do not
+even feel any sorrow for it, any sense of something wanting, of
+cheerless desolation and loneliness, when you survey a world, from
+which to you the breath of a personal Creator has vanished?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And suppose I really did feel neither sorrow nor want, and
+yet did not
+find the world utterly cheerless?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She gazed at him with a steady look, as if she were obliged to
+weigh
+such an answer before she could fully understand it. Her eyes grew dim,
+she retreated a step and sank down on the chair which stood beside the
+sofa.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You poor, poor mortal!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;We agreed not to philosophize, Madame,&quot; he answered smiling.
+&quot;But,
+even in ordinary conversation, I suppose one may be permitted to remind
+the other of contradictions in which he has involved himself. Does he
+who has just told you that he feels no want, needs no consolation, seem
+poor in your eyes? Then see how ill it fares with the toleration of
+which you boasted. You allow every form of faith to exist, except that
+which acknowledges it has nothing that resembles a creed. The jew, the
+mussulman, the fire-worshipper, the idolater, who sees his God in a
+stock or stone--all seem respectable to you, and none so poor as an
+honest seeker after truth, who studies nature and his own heart, and
+cannot think all the signs and wonders he there beholds explained, when
+he uses for them a formula which means anything or nothing. Can you
+really consider it of any importance, that I should use the same word,
+if to me it expresses something totally different? Do you feel allied
+to an idolater, because in his language he gives a block of wood the
+same name that to you in yours, means the creator of heaven and earth?
+Would you not, though you might respect his conviction, have greater
+reason to say to him: 'Poor, poor mortal!'--?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;'Blessed are the poor in spirit!'&quot; she replied. &quot;You
+certainly will
+not question those words, neither will you deny that every religious
+feeling springs from the consciousness of our own incompleteness, that
+he who lacks nothing, who is sufficient unto himself, cannot know the
+loftiest emotion: devotion to something loftier, richer, stronger--the
+ideal of what is highest and noblest, which we call God. And therefore
+the idolater stands nearer to me than the atheist. He shares with me
+the human need of worshipping, of bowing before some powerful,
+inscrutable being. Is he to blame if his ideas of this dim power are so
+narrow and gloomy, that in order to be able to reverence something, he
+forgets that he carved these gods himself?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Certainly not,&quot; replied Edwin gravely. &quot;As little as you are
+to blame,
+for adoring a God you have carved yourself or rather suffered others to
+fashion. Oh! my honored friend, do not be angry with me, but the
+difference between the poor doll that the south sea islander believes
+to be the creator of the world, and the God of our ordinary
+christianity, does not seem to me great enough to create such a stir.
+Are not both carved after <i>our</i> pattern, one more rudely, the other
+more delicately, the former bedecked with barbaric finery and painted
+in gaudy hues, the latter, according to the taste of our times, adorned
+with more or less art and fantastic splendor, but always a work of our
+own minds? I will not speak of those really poor mortals, whom you also
+will hardly call blessed or think specially well fitted for their
+heavenly kingdom: of those who, under the forms of the Christian faith,
+practise the grossest idolatry, the merest image worship. But how do
+even the most enlightened, the most intellectual, who take the
+scriptural words 'God is a spirit' in the most solemn sense, imagine
+this spirit? In their holy zeal, they ascribe to it every quality that
+seems worthy of honor and love in themselves or others. And this ideal
+being, which they have created in their own image, and only endowed
+with the thoughtlessly collected attributes of omnipotence,
+omniscience, and omnipresence, this God-man or man-God, they set on a
+throne somewhere in space, give him the world for a globe, and the
+lightning for a sceptre, and are perfectly convinced that in the
+fullest power and majesty, he will guide the stars on their courses,
+and decide the destinies of mortals with mercy and justice. And
+meantime the sorrows of the world take their course, evil reigns, the
+unequal distribution of blessings still exists, and the all-merciful,
+omniscient, all-righteous, and omnipotent God, does not move his little
+finger to effect a change; his most eager devotees must seize upon very
+common place, earthly means to keep the world in its grooves; but where
+these are not enough, where the whole cannot sufficiently protect the
+individual, then arises the old sardonic consolation: 'Help yourself,
+and God will help you.' So we're again thrown back on ourselves. It is
+still our strength, our intellect, our good purposes! And yet earnest
+men, who have their doubts about the contradictory stories concerning
+the government of the world by a God who is just and good according to
+human ideas, are blamed if they seek to help themselves through life by
+their own efforts, and at the same time try whether they cannot make
+things harmonize without nursery tales.&quot; He had risen and was pacing up
+and down the room in increasing excitement.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You reject the good with the bad,&quot; she replied shaking her
+head. &quot;Who
+denies the imperfection of our ideas of the supreme being? Who asserts
+that our human images and comparisons describe his real nature? They
+are all mere make-shifts, a species of flying machine to enable us, who
+are denied wings on earth, to approach as near him as possible? Do you
+wish to deprive the poor mortals who languish in the dust, of this
+solace?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I? You're again forgetting that I wish to deprive no one of
+his
+religion, nor arouse in any one who is satisfied higher desires; nor to
+seek to guide him to what affords me happiness. Let them soar as high
+as they wish and can; but they, too, ought to permit the plain
+pedestrian, who climbs the rough path to the summit step by step, to
+move quietly on his way, and not throw stones at him from their
+balloons.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Who does so? Who, that has understood the law of love, the
+most sacred
+tenet of our religion?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He approached her and took her hand, exclaiming eagerly: &quot;Not
+you, my
+honored friend. You will not cease to include in your prayers, the man
+who acknowledges that he does not join in the words, 'we all believe in
+one God.' Perhaps you will prefer not to associate with him, as with
+all our love for our neighbor, we do not choose an outcast for a
+companion. But ask yourself, how many of your brothers and sisters in
+faith have advanced so far in toleration that they will not only permit
+every one to be happy in his own way, but even endure those who feel no
+desire for what is called heavenly bliss, who see the circle of their
+duties and privileges, toils and joys, coupled here on earth, and do
+not wish to be more perfect, wiser, or more immortal than one can
+become with human intellect and powers? Yet the word 'godless' is still
+the harshest that can be said of a fellow man, and people speak of
+envy, hatred, revenge, and malice, as traits natural to humanity. But
+all neighborly love is refused the poor fellow creature, who confesses
+that he can form no idea of a personal ruler of the world, according to
+the human pattern, and the one word 'atheist' is sufficient to forever
+brand the most peaceful citizen, the noblest philanthropist, the most
+earnest seeker after truth. Yet we talk of an age of enlightenment! We
+boast of our freedom of thought, our scientific triumphs, and even men
+of science fear to express their deepest thoughts in their works, even
+those which are not even intended for the masses, in order to be sure
+of their peace, if not of their lives! Their real, inmost conviction,
+they whisper like some guilty secret into the ears of those whom they
+have recognized as kindred spirits, while childish folly, criminal
+stupidity, are permitted to display themselves in every street, and the
+holiest things are used by cunning speculators for very worldly
+purposes.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What am I to answer?&quot; said the Frau Professorin, with an
+expression of
+the deepest anxiety. &quot;You yourself are noble and pure enough in your
+intentions, to be permitted without danger to your social duties, to
+disclaim what we call duties toward God. But what would be the
+consequence with the great majority, whose 'sensibilities are not so
+delicate, to whom piety, unconscious devotion to an inscrutable being,
+nay if you will, the <i>fear</i> of God, is a necessary check to their
+sensual natures, if you suddenly left them to themselves, and relieved
+them of all responsibility? Or what compensation can you offer nobler
+souls, of deeper feelings, that feel a need of sanctification, to make
+amends for a destroyed or diminished confidence in the love of God? My
+dear friend, if you had ever enjoyed the deep bliss of knowing yourself
+a child of God, you would willingly overlook the vagueness, the
+childish narrowness, that to pure reason this idea may seem to contain,
+and understand that it is natural to consider innovators dangerous, or
+even to strive to crush as enemies of mankind, those who threaten to
+deprive their brothers of this consolation.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I understand, I excuse it--and yet I ask that it may cease,&quot;
+replied
+Edwin, &quot;for really the danger with which the children of the world
+threaten the children of God, is a purely imaginary one. The offence we
+give is very harmless. No mind which, in your sense of the word, is
+religiously disposed, will endure to think of the world without a
+personal Creator. No seduction can take place where the germ of the
+fall did not previously exist. And the vacillating or utterly frivolous
+cannot be of so much importance to you as peace and tolerance. I cannot
+forsee the future, but I have a conviction that the time will never
+come, when all men will declare that they are of age and have outgrown
+the childhood that renders them happy, any more than that political
+freedom will ever become a necessity to all. Only let people cease to
+measure differences in viewing the world by moral standards, to
+regulate for the individual his capacities and wants, God and the
+world, to call him to account for mere opinions which have a very
+slight influence upon his actions. To be sure, those ideas of God,
+freedom, immortality, which even the free thinkers of the last century
+recognized as an inalienable possession of mankind, have at last, in
+popular opinion, been called in question by our intrusive, persistent
+investigation. But I'm as sure as of my own existence, that a time will
+come when honest children of the world will be permitted, without
+suspicion, to renounce that trinity also, and is not the hope of
+contributing to such a future worth the toil of the noblest? Then for
+the first time the word tolerance will have attained its full sense;
+then conversations like ours will be conducted without the slightest
+tinge of vehemence or bitterness, which have blended here and there
+with our words to-day, and for which I in particular, as a philosopher,
+who ought to have learned to be patient and trust to time, sincerely
+beg my honored friend's pardon.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He bent toward her, took her hand, and raised it to his lips.
+She
+absently permitted him to do so, absorbed in thoughts which she
+apparently could not express in words. He had already reached the door,
+when she said sudden:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Does Leah know these opinions of yours?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He paused. A dull pain, a feeling of regret, overpowered him,
+which he
+did not know how to explain. &quot;We have never discussed these questions,&quot;
+he replied, &quot;or as school children say, we've not yet <i>come</i> to them.
+We're still at the Greek philosophers.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But when you progress so far, shall you tell her openly what
+you
+think?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Certainly, as openly as I have told you. Surely if I showed
+no reserve
+toward you by your personal request and as a matter of friendship, to
+my pupil, I should believe myself to be fulfilling a sacred duty in
+speaking plainly. For this knowledge her nature yearns; she will digest
+it, it will be transmuted into a part of her blood. Could you be so
+intolerant, so envious, as to seek to deprive this excellent girl of
+what will be a positive benefit to her?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">For a moment she was silent. &quot;I must be perfectly frank with
+you,&quot; she
+said, and the embarrassment which flushed her cheeks gave her a winning
+expression. &quot;My old friend, Leah's father, asked me to question you
+about your belief. He found one of his daughter's exercise books, in
+which were certain expressions and sentences that startled him. He
+himself is entirely destitute of dogmatic fanaticism, as I've already
+told you, but he is a true child of God, and is now alarmed and grieved
+to discover that his only daughter aims to be no different from her
+teacher: an upright child of the world. Therefore--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I understand,&quot; Edwin interrupted with a bitter smile. &quot;You
+need
+proceed no farther with his apology. Give my compliments to the worthy
+gentleman, who will not permit his child to eat from the broad dish,
+because his own mouth is formed to take nourishment from the narrow
+bottle. But from what I know of the girl, she will find proper
+sustenance in spite of this guardianship, though with rather more
+difficulty. The only loser will be myself. Those grave thoughtful eyes
+always had a good influence over me. But I might have known it would
+come to this some day, so--without ill-feeling--farewell.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She called to him to detain him. But he had already passed
+through the
+ante-room, without ill-feeling, as he had himself said, but not without
+a sense of bitter sorrow. &quot;And these are the best of them!&quot; he
+murmured. &quot;If such things happen when the wood is green, what marvel is
+it that the dry, dead branches and knots, which can nevermore put forth
+leaf or blossom, crackle so merrily when a heretic is to be burned!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He returned home and spent the remainder of the evening in
+quiet
+conversation with Balder, with whom he soon regained his lost
+cheerfulness, though the shadows would not wholly vanish from his
+sorely wounded soul. Both slept very little that night. When the pump
+handle creaked the next morning, they had been up a long time. Balder
+at his turning lathe, and Edwin wandering about the room, now and then
+turning the leaves of a book, both silent, as they usually were during
+the first part of the day.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Reginchen brought up with the breakfast tray a carefully
+folded package
+and a letter. They had just been left for Edwin.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When he had unfastened the strings and broken the seal, a
+beautiful
+porcelain plate appeared, on which was painted a bouquet of corn
+flowers, poppies, and wheat; on the edge, in gold letters, was the
+inscription: &quot;A memento from a grateful pupil.&quot; There was also a sealed
+book, without any address, but the letter was from the old gentleman,
+and ran as follows:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My Deeply Honored Friend:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>You already know what I have to communicate in these lines,
+which in
+consequence of the great esteem, and love I have always felt for you, I
+can hardly force my pen to write, I have never presumed to suppose that
+I alone possess the truth; but to secure to my child the happiness that
+I have enjoyed in my own life, is a matter that lies very near my
+heart. If peace does not come to her when sought in my way, I shall not
+forbid her to seek it in another; but I think she's still too young to
+clearly perceive the right path, and therefore I would rather leave her
+for a time without a guide, than see her moving along a road I think
+dangerous. Nevertheless, I shall always be grateful to you for having
+so kindly devoted your time to her. My daughter, who desires to be
+respectfully remembered to you, begs you to accept the accompanying
+specimen of her work--the forfeit of the wager you perhaps still
+remember. A book, in which she was in the habit of keeping an account
+of her progress with you, I will beg you to take charge of for a time,
+as I do not wish her to return to these studies at present, and cannot
+expect her to entirely give up the pages which are precious in her
+eyes. And now farewell, dear Herr Doctor. May you ever be prosperous
+and remember with the old affection,</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="text-indent:50%">&quot;<i>Your sincerely grateful</i></p>
+
+<p class="right">&quot;Philipp König.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Enclosed in another envelope was a sum of money, not very large in
+itself, but munificent considering the circumstances of the man who
+lived in the little house on the lagune. Edwin instantly sat down at
+the table, sealed up the money again and wrote the following lines:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Honored Friend and Patron:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Deeply as I regret that my visits to your house which had
+become so
+pleasant must be so suddenly discontinued, I cannot help respecting the
+motive which prompted your letter, and in all friendship bid you and my
+dear pupil farewell--until we meet again! Thank your daughter most
+warmly for her beautiful work of art, which affords me the greatest
+delight. But I do not understand how you imagine yourself to be in my
+debt. You cannot expect me to accept a fee for my small beginning at
+teaching, any more than you would call upon a customer to pay for a
+half finished picture.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="text-indent:50%">&quot;<i>With kindest regards, yours</i>,</p>
+
+<p class="right">&quot;E.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There,&quot; said he to Balder, &quot;we've done with that too! I can put the
+little bottle of violet perfume on this painted plate--two frail
+mementoes of a life and memories quite out of place in our tun. Come,
+child! We'll get to work again. Everything flows steadily on; ought not
+certain memories to find their way also to the great ocean?&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>BOOK III.</h2>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER I.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">A fortnight had elapsed. The autumnal storms, which had burst
+over the
+country, had stripped the last withered leaf from the top of the acacia
+tree, and the little garden with its shade loving plants, as well as
+the dry tendrils of the bean vines, were destroyed by the ceaseless
+rain.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Even in the &quot;tun,&quot; whose inmates usually possessed the art of
+making
+the sunlight within shine all the more brightly in the stormiest
+weather, a strangely dull, sorrowful mood had prevailed, like the
+autumn mists which float over forest and meadow, and are only now and
+then lighted by a noontide sunbeam. A dull oppression weighed upon
+Edwin's mind, and with all his manliness he was unable to shake it off.
+This mysterious silence and disappearance caused him more pain than the
+sharpest break in his life, the most open renunciation on the part of
+the beloved being. He hourly felt that all must be past, but he could
+not yet realize it to be at an end. It was as if he carried a bullet in
+his body very near the vital organs, and until it was extracted, no one
+could tell whether he would survive or bleed to death.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Besides, now that he again spent more time in the house, he
+became very
+anxious about Balder. During the time of his futile love-making, when
+he had often only seen his brother at dinner or late in the evening,
+the latter had succeeded in concealing the fact that his time was
+divided between arduous toil and complete exhaustion. Now it could no
+longer be hidden. Marquard, whom Edwin instantly called in to prescribe
+for a first severe attack of pain in the chest, shook his head very
+angrily over the unpardonable carelessness which had permitted matters
+to go so far. He forbade Balder to make the slightest exertion, and
+during some of the stormiest days kept him in bed. Balder smilingly
+protested against his tyranny, and declared that he did not suffer at
+all; nay that he could breathe more freely and easily when in his
+stooping posture at the turning lathe. He would doubtless have
+carefully avoided acknowledging that, when at work, he could more
+easily forget the anxiety about his health which daily became more
+pressing. But it was useless. Edwin saw through the ambiguous words,
+especially as, roused from his long dream, he had now discovered for
+the first time that during the last few weeks Balder must have done
+double work to defray the current expenses. This was all that was
+needed to make the recollection of the time so hopelessly lost, still
+more painful and bitter. &quot;Careless children ought never to be left
+alone,&quot; he said reproachfully, crushing back tears of sorrow for his
+brother and rage against himself. &quot;Now you have accomplished a fine
+piece of business, worked shamefully hard that I might not only play
+the fool the more undisturbed, but become your murderer into the
+bargain. Oh! child, all the duchesses in the world, who might want to
+make me their court-fool, would not outweigh a single hair from your
+thick locks, though they really might lose a few handfuls without
+injury. Instead of taking up my station on the nearest street corner,
+as was my duty, and waiting to see if some one would give me work, I've
+wasted my days in the most worthless way, playing the courtier, while
+you--fie! A fine brotherly love on both sides! One idles enough for
+two, and thoughtlessly allows himself to be fed at the expense of the
+other, who meanwhile works for two so recklessly that he almost
+deprives himself of life, and the idler of his only brother.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He would not allow himself to be quieted, until he had carried
+the
+dearest things he possessed, a few dozen of his most valuable books, to
+an antiquary, and thus defrayed the most pressing necessities for
+several weeks. Besides this, as the lectures had not yet commenced, he
+plunged headlong into all kinds of remunerative work, criticisms upon
+new books and contributions to scientific journals, and remained
+persistently at home all day long, with the exception of a short
+afternoon walk, never losing thought of Balder amid all his work. No
+one interrupted this strict seclusion except the faithful doctor, Mohr,
+who came daily for several hours to play chess, and Reginchen, who
+brought up the meals.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Some change seemed to have taken place in the child, which
+transformed
+her whole nature in a mysterious, but very charming manner. She no
+longer sang and glided about like a young bird, or even prattled in her
+half childish, half motherly way to Balder, whom she now had to nurse;
+but the thoughtful, somewhat absent and sorrowful expression her
+countenance now wore, undoubtedly suited it better than her former
+wholly unshadowed mood. She seemed to have grown an inch taller, her
+face was perceptibly narrower, her cheeks less blooming, but suffused
+with a delicate glow from within. Moreover she was often found, as if
+spell-bound, standing still in the midst of a task gazing steadily into
+vacancy. When Balder asked what she was thinking about, she blushed
+crimson and laughed in an embarrassed way, but the next instant her
+face again wore a strangely quiet expression, such as no one had ever
+seen before.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Even Edwin, who usually noticed her but little, remarked her
+altered
+manner. &quot;Our little house swallow is thinking of building a nest,&quot; said
+he. &quot;You'll see, Balder, before next spring she'll leave us to become
+her own mistress. It's a pity! I can't imagine the tun without this
+wandering ray of sunlight.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Balder was silent. He had long been uneasy about the matter.
+Little as
+he was in the habit of thinking of himself, this time, with a joyous
+terror that for some moments threatened to burst his heart, he could
+not help believing that he was the author of this change. On the very
+day Franzelius bade them farewell, the young girl had asked him to lend
+her Schiller's poems. She had heard so much about them, she wanted to
+see if they would please her as well as her cousins and the head
+journeyman. The book was in Balder's locked drawer; he had pressed in
+it a flower from a small bouquet she had once brought him when she came
+home from a walk. The verses he had written on her birthday were also
+there, but he did not think of them when he took out the volume.
+Afterwards, when it was too late, he had recollected them, and as the
+verses expressed somewhat plainly what for years he had carefully
+hidden in his heart, he could scarcely doubt that they would now do
+their duty and reveal all. Probably it might have been so, but for that
+twilight hour in the shop, when the state of another equally reserved
+soul had suddenly become clear to her. There was only room for one
+thought at a time in her head and heart, and therefore, as her love for
+literature was not very great, she had not taken out the borrowed book
+she had placed in her work table, and had no suspicion what a secret
+she would have learned. Even in her leisure hours, she did not have
+much time for reading. Whenever she was left to herself, she eagerly
+knitted the before-mentioned stockings, whose unusual size could not
+fail to remind her for many days of the lucky fellow destined to own
+them.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Balder, however, who knew nothing of all this, could not help
+interpreting in his own favor the altered manner of the child he
+secretly loved, especially as since he required her care, she had
+become at once more devoted and more reserved. His first emotion at
+this supposed discovery was, as has been stated, one of joyful alarm.
+Having renounced all the happiness of healthy men, he had never thought
+such an event possible, nay scarcely desirable. He looked upon himself
+as a passing guest at the table of this world, who could only taste the
+various dainties, and who after a short enjoyment of the pleasures of
+the feast, a modest sip from the beaker of earthly joys, must silently
+slip away. That he might take his place there with the others, join in
+the festivities till midnight, and drain the last dregs of the wine
+cup, was something of which he had not dared to think. He had yielded
+the more freely to a feeling of happy hopelessness, because he thought
+himself sure, of standing in no one's way by so doing. This fair,
+innocent child, in the exuberance of perfect health, possessed exactly
+what he lacked; that she had grown up in the insensibility of pure
+nature, without intellectual wants, culture, or training, while every
+expression, every gesture revealed strength, freshness, and the most
+joyous good nature, attracted him to her as one is attracted toward an
+object always longed for and always withheld. When she entered his
+room, he forgot his sufferings and banished the thought of the future,
+since she herself seemed to be satisfied with the present and the
+pleasures it contained; therefore the thought that any change could
+take place in this familiar, unconstrained intercourse had hitherto
+never occurred to him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Now he was suddenly thrown into a state of bewilderment in
+which he was
+no longer in harmony with his own heart, since that which had hitherto
+filled it with such pure and calm emotions, now appeared sinful, and
+certainly was the source of many sorrows.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But he had reached his twentieth year and the feeling of
+delight must
+needs outweigh all sadness. Almost insensibly, the hopes he believed
+long since buried, again appeared before his eyes. Why should not a
+miracle be performed in his case as well as in so many others, and
+nature summon her wondrous powers of healing, especially as the soul
+was now ready to assist? And if it should really prove that the
+strength of manhood was to make amends for the sufferings of his youth,
+how beneficent was the star which had enabled him to find in this
+little spot, the treasure that would make him rich for all time.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">This belief became more and more fixed in his mind, so that he
+submitted to all the remedies prescribed without opposition and with
+far more patience than usual, and he even, often as a loving word to
+Edwin or Reginchen hovered on his lips, strictly observed the
+prohibition against speaking. He would lie half the day in a reverie,
+his eyes fixed upon the sorrowful plaster mask of the prisoner opposite
+him, composing verses which he hastily wrote down as soon as Edwin's
+back was turned. Even his old regret that he could not make up his mind
+to confess his secret to his brother, who never had one from him, no
+longer troubled him. When he had grown strong again and could at last
+go out into the world and cast aside all his premature renunciation of
+self, he would pour out his happiness, and compensate Edwin tenfold for
+what he had lost.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">All these thoughts had passed through his mind, while the
+leaves of the
+acacia were falling off, and Edwin wandered about with a wound that
+would not heal. The oppressive stillness that pervaded the tun, seemed
+to have affected the other lodgers in the house as well; they appeared
+to be in that uncomfortable, chilly autumn mood, in which man, like
+nature, gradually becomes silent, until the crackling flames in the
+stove beget encouragement and the lips of human beings once more
+unclose. Christiane's piano emitted no sound. The head journeyman,
+whose grumbling and scolding often echoed in the air as long as the
+windows of the work shop remained open, was no longer heard. In the
+rooms occupied by the old couple no one opened a window to look at the
+thermometer, which hung on the shady side of the house. They well knew
+it was no weather for a once famous tenor to expose his throat to the
+air. Even Herr Feyertag was in a bad humor, although an unusual number
+of jack-boots were ordered and business was very prosperous. His son,
+who had imbibed from Franzelius all sorts of wild communistic ideas,
+caused him a great deal of anxiety, and out ran with seven league boots
+that worthy citizen and man of progress, his father. All such cares
+seem doubly threatening in the autumn rain, and we are the more
+inclined to believe the end of the world is coming, when the summer
+sunlight has long lulled us into forgetfulness of all anxiety.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But suddenly this consoler seemed inclined to return for a
+time to
+celebrate another festival. When Edwin opened his eyes one morning, the
+brightest blue sky was smiling into the tun, and the atmosphere was as
+still and soft as if ashamed of all the stormy misdemeanors of the last
+few weeks. As good things, like evil ones, rarely come singly, this
+morning also brought all sorts of unexpected pleasures. First came a
+letter containing money to discharge a debt long since given up as
+hopeless, the fee for a private lecture on Hegel's philosophy, which
+Edwin had given a sceptical Russian. The auditor had suddenly
+disappeared, and Edwin supposed him to be either in Paris or Siberia.
+But he had preferred to make his peace with the Lord, and had now
+obtained a position in St. Petersburg, from whence he sent double the
+fee. Edwin was just forbidding Balder (who in his delight suddenly
+broke his vow of silence and insisted that the money must be devoted to
+buying back the books that had been sold) to meddle with the financial
+department of the tun, which now, since Balder by his secret earnings
+had basely betrayed the confidence reposed in him, was to be
+exclusively in Edwin's hands, when Marquard came in, and after
+carefully examining the patient, declared him out of danger for this
+time. He cautioned him however, against any excitement or bodily
+exertion, which would again open the scarcely healed wounds Then he
+turned to Edwin: &quot;I wish I could be as well satisfied with you,&quot; he
+said, looking sharply into his face, &quot;but I must confess that your
+appearance, your pulse, your whole condition, don't suit me at all. A
+few more days of this stooping, drudging, and brooding, and we shall be
+just where we were the evening of the ballet. Deuce take it! I'd rather
+prescribe for a whole cholera hospital, than a single thinking patient,
+who's always opposing Mother Nature, and by his pondering and
+cogitations during the day, tears into lint the repairs she makes in
+his nerves at night. Or is--you have no secrets from Balder--your crazy
+abstract love affair at the bottom of it? That was all that was
+wanting! How far have you progressed with the little princess in
+Jägerstrasse? Still the 'fir and the palm' longing and yearning in
+anxious pain?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If the matter is of scientific interest to you,&quot; replied
+Edwin with a
+totally unembarrassed face, &quot;you may as well know that the story ended
+before it had fairly begun. I should be strongly inclined to put the
+apparition in the category of delusions of the senses, if it were not
+for the perplexing circumstance that the phantom which so mysteriously
+appeared and vanished, was visible to you also.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Marquard looked at him with a sly twinkle in his bright blue
+eyes. &quot;May
+I feel your pulse again?&quot; he said dryly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Because it's a matter of scientific interest to me, to see
+whether a
+philosopher, who makes truth his trade, can tell a lie without any
+quickening of his pulse. Besides, I can if you desire, go my way and
+pronounce you incurable. I should then come here only as court
+physician to the younger branch.&quot; He seized his hat and cane as if to
+go.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I really don't understand,&quot; replied Edwin, as he quietly
+continued to
+cut the leaves of a book, &quot;why I should take the trouble to lie to such
+an infallible diagnostician! In all seriousness, I've not seen the fair
+mystery in Jägerstrasse for a fortnight or more.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;For a very natural reason,&quot; retorted Marquard laughing:
+&quot;because for a
+fortnight or more the beauty has lived in <i>Rosenstrasse</i>. Oh! you
+sophist! You strangle the truth and salve your conscience with the
+snares of your formal logic.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Balder looked at Edwin, who had turned deadly pale. The book
+fell from
+his hand, his lips moved but no sound came from them.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There sits the detected sinner,&quot; cried the doctor in a
+jeering tone.
+&quot;Ah, my son, lying and deceit are all very well if one is careful not to
+be caught in them. Besides, I am the last person to attempt to force a
+confidence, which is not voluntarily bestowed. Good morning!&quot; Nodding
+to Balder, he left the room and stumbled grumbling down the steep dark
+staircase. When he had almost reached the bottom, he heard some one
+call him and Edwin came leaping down.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Marquard, one word more!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What is it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I only wanted to tell you--you may think what you please, but
+it's the
+plain truth--I thought she had left the city. What do you know about
+her? Is it anything more than a freak of the imagination, that she is
+living in Rosenstrasse--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;In the third house from the corner, on the right hand side as
+you come
+from the long bridge. Of course on the second story. I was driving past
+the house yesterday afternoon, when it was still quite light, and
+instantly recognized her, as in spite of the infernal weather, she was
+standing at an open window. There are not two such faces. So, with a
+half sad, half wearied expression--thinking partly of Edwin, and partly
+of a velvet cloak--she leaned against the casement, and absently
+scattered bread-crumbs to the sparrows in the street. Suddenly she
+started back and shut the window. She might have seen me looking up,
+perhaps she even recognized me. However, as I had resigned her to you
+once for all--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Thank you, Marquard. Adieu!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">So saying, Edwin left the doctor standing on the dark stairs
+and
+hastily ran up again, without hearing the expression of astonishment
+which the latter sent after him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When he returned to the tun, he endeavored to assume a
+cheerful
+expression, and even laughed heartily, as if Marquard had told him some
+comical story.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It's all right,&quot; he said to Balder. &quot;The tragi-comedy is to
+have an
+after piece. What do you say to that, child? We'll recommend the
+subject to Mohr for a fantastic story, the title will be promising:
+'The Ghost in Rosenstrasse.'&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;All will yet be well,&quot; replied Balder gently, repressing a
+sigh. &quot;Such
+a parting was unnatural, and who knows whether you both would not have
+suffered too severely in the trial. Now no harm is done except that she
+too must have suffered in having been deprived of you a week.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh! you flatterer!&quot; exclaimed Edwin, who was pacing up and
+down the
+room with his hands in his pockets. &quot;Deprived of me? And what compelled
+hex to be deprived of me, except her own free ducal will? Oh! child,
+child, don't let us call X, U to each other! The matter stands simply
+thus: I knew nothing of her, and she neither wished nor wishes to know
+anything of me. And now see, my dear child, what a pitiful weakling
+man, and especially your wise brother is! Instead of being satisfied
+that this fortnight's silence is meant as a discharge, he will not be
+content to rest until he has received his dismissal in due form, if in
+any way he can obtain another audience.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You see,&quot; he continued, while Balder was silently trying to
+calm his
+fears at this new turn in the state of affairs, &quot;we have our boasted
+free will and the admirable categorical imperative mood, the standard
+specifics for all attacks of moral fevers. I can solemnly assure you,
+Balder, I'm no coward, no such pitiful weakling, that I would not
+swallow the bitterest medicine, if I knew it would cure me. 'You can,
+because you ought!' Certainly, I can force myself not to steal, murder,
+commit adultery, or break any other of the ten commandments, because I
+know they are in themselves half holy, half salutary, and the world
+would be out of joint if we did not hold in check certain desires for
+our neighbor's purse, life, wife, or anything else that is his. But
+<i>here</i>, in my case--what do you command, Herr Imperative Mood? What do
+you desire, Herr Free Will? That it looks ill for <i>meum esse
+conservare</i>, if I simply baffle this longing and stay away, I have
+sufficiently experienced during the last fortnight. Whether matters
+will be worse if I see her again, who can tell? So I think I'll go
+there and ask her whether she thinks me a fool or a man over wise, for
+again playing with heat and cold which have given me chilblains
+already?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Fortunately we're rich young men again,&quot; he added smiling.
+&quot;For
+although she esteems me very highly because I visit her without gloves,
+it might seem quite too magnificent if I should call in a straw hat at
+the end of October. I will spend something on myself, child, and even
+look around for a respectable winter overcoat. My old one has gone
+Heaven knows where with Franzelius, who wore it for a Sunday coat.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He could devote no more attention to his books, but while
+talking to
+Balder in a half earnest, half satirical tone, made as careful a
+toilette as is possible when a man possesses but one suit of clothes,
+and finally, with his huge paper shears clipped his beard before the
+tiny mirror. &quot;I should really like to know,&quot; he said, while engaged in
+this operation, without looking at Balder, &quot;whether I should be less
+indifferent to her, if I were a handsome young fellow like you, so that
+she could be vain of me, or rather see her natural love of beauty
+satisfied by my insignificant self. That I shall ever be necessary to
+her, is not to be hoped. But to be an elegant superfluity, like a
+parrot, or a piano on which she doesn't even know how to play--the
+prospect wouldn't be very glorious, but for lack of a better. There,
+the bushes have been pruned till they're fit to appear at court. I look
+quite ghostly; this fortnight has been hard upon me. But perhaps it
+will touch her: 'heart-sick, pallid, and true.' Good bye, my boy. I'll
+bring back all sorts of things for dinner.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He was so strangely agitated that he embraced Balder, kissed
+him on the
+forehead, and then rushed out of the room, humming in his powerful
+&quot;transcendental&quot; voice--as Mohr called it--&quot;<i>la donna è mobile</i>.&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER II.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">His first errand was to a hatter, his second to a ready made
+clothing
+store. When, though the October sun was shining warmly, he took his way
+toward the Rurfürsten Bridge in his new winter overcoat, he could not
+help laughing at his shadow, which he could scarcely recognize in its
+present stately contour. He crammed the large pockets with oranges, of
+which Balder was very fond, bought all sorts of trifles for him, and
+seemed to himself very brave and resolute, in using so much self
+constraint as to lengthen the long distance to Rosenstrasse by his
+numerous delays. He even felt capable of maintaining perfectly his self
+control, if it should chance that he never saw her again. When he at
+last knocked at her door, he considered it a great proof of his
+courage, that he went to meet danger so boldly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The third house from the corner on the right hand side--now he
+was
+standing before it. The early hour, which was by no means suitable for
+visiting, did not trouble him in the least. Yet he willingly allowed
+Mohr, who happened to meet him just in front of the house, to drag him
+away for some distance, and listened patiently to his contemptuous
+criticism of a new tragedy which had created a great <i>furore</i> the
+evening before, and which was a wretched abortion, badly pieced out
+with stolen fragments. What was at this moment, the &quot;degeneration of
+the German stage&quot; to him! what even his friend's hopes that his
+&quot;<i>sinfonia ironica</i>&quot; would at last obtain recognition, since a very
+able musician--he did not say it was no other than Christiane--was
+sincerely interested in it. They saw Franzelius on the other side of
+the street, engaged in an eager conversation with a dirty fellow in a
+blue blouse. He recognized them, but pulled his cap farther over his
+face and looked away. Mohr was just beginning to criticize the first
+number of the &quot;Tribune of the People,&quot; which he had with him and which
+he declared to be an infallible remedy for melancholy. But Edwin
+suddenly turned away, and under the pretence that he had a lesson to
+give in that house, hastily retraced his steps as if to make up for
+lost time, and went up the steps without delay.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">His heart beat even more violently than at his first visit to
+her. On
+reaching the landing, he tried several times in an undertone, to see if
+he had breath enough to say good morning. But not until he had gazed at
+the bell handle for at least ten minutes, did he feel sufficiently
+composed to ring and ask the old woman who opened the door, if Fräulein
+Toinette Marchand was in.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;She lives here,&quot; was the reply, &quot;but it is so early that she
+isn't
+dressed yet.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;She will probably see an old friend,&quot; replied Edwin quickly,
+and
+without heeding the woman's gesture of denial he crossed the threshold.
+At the same moment, one of the doors leading into the corridor opened,
+and the beautiful face, looking twice as charming in a lace morning cap
+as it had ever seemed before, suddenly appeared.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She recognized him instantly; an involuntary movement of the
+head told
+him that her first thought was to refuse to see him, but the next
+instant she changed her mind.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Is it <i>you</i>!&quot; she exclaimed, but without betraying any
+surprise in the
+tone. &quot;I half expected you; I know no one can escape destiny. Come in.
+You will doubtless excuse my cap.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He silently followed her into a neatly furnished room. His
+emotion was
+so great, that he vainly strove to utter a few indifferent words, and
+as if exhausted by a long walk, he sank down into one of the chairs
+beside her sofa. Neither did she seem to know what tone to adopt.
+Standing beside a flower stand, which however contained no exotics like
+the one in Jägerstrasse, she busied herself in pulling off the yellow
+leaves, and in binding up a drooping tendril.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He had time to look at her. She was attired, in a simple
+morning dress,
+which displayed her supple figure to even more advantage than her usual
+costume, and the little cap on her wavy brown hair gave her a somewhat
+matronly air, which contrasted most charmingly with the pale, childish
+face.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My change is very much for the worse, don't you think so?&quot;
+she asked,
+still busied with the flowers. &quot;This plush furniture--it's said to be
+an elegant apartment, but in comparison to the really stylish
+appearance of the old rooms, looks like a mere lumber shop. However, I
+can pay this quarter's rent and live among respectable people. But tell
+me, how did you discover me? I thought, as I had discharged the
+carriage, and no longer allowed the dwarf, who begged most pitifully to
+be kept, to wear livery, I could live here in the most complete
+incognita--so long as my money lasted. You were angry with me because I
+vanished so suddenly, were you not? Look into my face and tell me
+frankly, whether you were really angry or not?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She had turned hastily toward him and was now gazing at him
+with
+beseeching, mischievous eyes, as if she no more doubted the falsity of
+her words, than that he would be weak enough to show mercy before
+justice.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My dear Fräulein,&quot; said he, trying to smile, &quot;as you have,
+unfortunately, never permitted me to show you any kindness, I've not
+ventured to take the liberty of being angry with you. I had forced
+myself upon you, you took the first opportunity to get rid of
+me--that's so natural, that a man needn't be your 'wise friend' to
+understand it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh! no,&quot; she answered thoughtfully, &quot;that's not exactly it.
+Do you
+know that I've more than once commenced a note to you, to tell you
+where I was to be found. Then I tore it up again. Silence seemed to me
+wiser for us both; wiser for me, that I might wean myself in time from
+that most dangerous luxury: a friend; and wiser for you, because some
+day you might get tired of being my '<i>wise friend</i>,' and then the
+affair would end in a way I would fain spare you. You smile. So much
+the better, if you find no danger in it. Besides, it would now be too
+late; you've found me again, probably your friend the doctor, who saw
+me at the window yesterday, tattled. I'm very glad you're here. You
+can't imagine what tiresome hours I've spent, almost always sad or
+listless.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Where did you wish to go?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, where? That was just the question. Back to my
+commonplace
+poverty--ah! at the thought a cold shudder ran over me, as if I were
+about to jump into a marsh and sink up to my neck. To stoop to the yoke
+of a governess, here in the city, where I've lived as a great lady,
+seemed terrible too. So I shall live on in this way a few weeks longer,
+and then when the last louis d'or is exhausted, close my eyes, and dare
+a plunge--into the great nothing. Or do you believe that there is a
+something?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; he answered quietly. &quot;And for that very reason, it seems
+to me
+folly to hastily throw away the something we possess here.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Hastily? How long is one to wait? When would you permit a
+person, who
+did not find this something worth the trouble it costs, to take refuge
+in nothing?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;When he quite despairs of being anything in the world, of
+making
+himself useful or giving pleasure to himself or anybody else.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well then--in that case, you might without hesitation sign my
+passport
+for departure. For that <i>I</i> am an utterly useless creature, and at the
+utmost can only afford Jean Jacques a little pleasure when I give him
+five groschen to feast at a cake shop--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The tears that she had vainly endeavored to repress, burst
+forth, yet
+she did not turn away from him, but stood at the little table before
+the sofa, resting both slender hands on its polished surface as if to
+support herself, while large drops fell from her black lashes.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin watched her with the deepest sympathy. He was obliged to
+use the
+greatest self control, to refrain from standing up and clasping her in
+his arms, to console her as one would a child.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If you did not endure my presence simply for the sake of my
+wisdom,&quot;
+he said as calmly as possible, &quot;I would give you the most absurd
+proofs, that your existence was a necessity of life to some one besides
+Friend Jean, a blessing, a source of joy, though to be sure not wholly
+unclouded. But aside from all nonsense: you must not go on so,
+Toinette. You're quite right: one who lives so during the day, at last
+passes out of the day into the night that has no morning. I see that
+I've come just at the right time. Courage, child, courage! Permit me to
+tell you that you don't yet understand the life you wish to cast
+away. No indeed,&quot; he continued, as she gazed at him through her tears
+with a look of surprise, which seemed to say: 'yet I've experienced
+enough'--&quot;you know only want and affluence; but there are a thousand
+steps between, on which a sensible person can sit down very comfortably
+and accommodate himself to the world. To be sure, he must possess one
+thing to make life endurable anywhere.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You mean a contented heart?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Heaven forbid, my dear friend! It should be a very much
+spoiled,
+exacting heart; do you suppose, for instance, mine would take a
+predilection so easily? But it will not matter if the heart is needy
+and rich at the same time--that wonderfully contradictory condition
+called love, when we know not which is most blessed, to give or to
+receive, where we are never satisfied with giving and receiving, and in
+this absurdly delightful and nonsensically clever occupation, have no
+time to consider the rest of earthly things, plush furniture or wooden
+chairs, because the whole question of wealth or poverty has been
+transferred to another province.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He relapsed into silence, and eagerly watched the effect of
+his words.
+Her tears had ceased to flow, and she was gazing absently and dreamily
+into vacancy.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I don't understand you, and you can't understand me,&quot; she
+answered
+with a scornful shake of the head. &quot;How often must I tell you, that
+I've no talent for what you call 'love!' As in this present world, both
+in reality and romance, everything seems to turn upon it as a pivot,
+you must easily understand, that I do not suit such a world. No, things
+can't go on so, long. And really, if I were not so cowardly, and did
+not fear <i>pain</i>--but that will, always restrain me until life becomes
+still more unendurable, and the feeling of loneliness and desolation at
+last increases to a physical anguish keener than all other.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He rose and took her hand. &quot;Dear Toinette, you're in a morbid,
+over-excited state, and must allow your friend to cure you. Will you
+trust yourself to me? You shall not swallow any bitter draught, or have
+your heart cut out, that we may see what this obstinate little muscle
+wants ere it can do its duty like a thousand others. I'll show you a
+little of the world, teach you how it is constituted on an average and
+how men bear with each other and till the void of which you complain,
+on week-days and holidays. To-morrow will be Sunday. I should think we
+might do like nine-tenths of our fellow citizens, and take advantage of
+the fine weather for a little excursion into the country.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Willingly. But where shall we go?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That's my affair. I must beg you to leave the whole
+arrangement to me.
+Fortunately you have dismissed your carriage, so you will leave the
+striped waistcoat at home.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Poor boy! Why don't you give him a share in the pleasure?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Because private tutors are not able to go out to amuse
+themselves with
+a train of attendants. I'll persuade my brother to accompany us
+instead. I hope you don't object.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I! Didn't I tell you long ago, how curious I've always been
+to see
+what kind of a brother you have.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You'll make the acquaintance of a very charming young fellow,
+and I
+warn you in advance, do not allow it to be too evident that you like
+him much better than your pedantic friend. With all my brotherly love,
+I won't answer for it that I should not feel a certain degree of
+jealousy. But many things which you think 'wise' and don't understand
+in me, will perhaps become clearer when you've seen a man like Balder.
+By the bye, you'll not wear a very magnificent dress? I hope to show
+you that the fewer ducal pretensions people make, the more royally they
+can amuse themselves.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She smiled. &quot;You're a good man, to take so much trouble about
+a poor,
+incurable creature. Do whatever you choose, you shall have unlimited
+authority to improve me as much as you can.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To-morrow morning at ten, then! Farewell, most august
+friend.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're graciously dismissed, worthy friend and marshal of the
+royal
+household.&quot; With a bow of mock condescension, she gave him her hand,
+which he raised to his lips with smiling reverence.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And until to-morrow morning, neither poison nor dagger!&quot; he
+cried on
+reaching the doorway, shaking his finger.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I'll hold out until then,&quot; she answered gaily. &quot;Out of
+curiosity to
+see your brother.&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER III.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">&quot;It's true! Rinaldo is in the old chains again!&quot; exclaimed
+Edwin, as he
+entered the room where Balder sat alone, sunning himself in the window.
+He was apparently unoccupied, for he had hastily locked up the volume
+in which he had been writing verses, when he heard Edwin's step in the
+courtyard below, nevertheless the reflection of his poetic dreams still
+lingered in his eyes.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Have you found her?&quot; he asked. &quot;How did she appear?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Exactly as usual, neither cordial nor repellant. Oh! child,
+if you
+could but solve this problem! How can one long for grapes, which not
+only hang too high, but are after all merely painted. If, in the moon,
+there live creatures resembling men, who breath a special atmosphere,
+and have in their veins some vital ichor different from our blood, they
+may appear like this girl. Something of the true woman is lacking, and
+yet she possesses everything that hundreds of others need to attain the
+full meaning of womanhood. My brain aches with trying to understand the
+mystery.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He threw himself into a chair before the table, now set for
+dinner, and
+drank a glass of water.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And shall you go to her every day as before?&quot; asked Balder
+sadly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;As long as I can hold out. As long as it lasts. For I fear
+she will
+ultimately become such a mystery to herself, that she will commit some
+mad act. I proposed to cure her, to make life dear to her, to transform
+Mephistopheles, 'first of all I must bring her into better company.'
+But I don't imagine I shall succeed in finding a life purpose for her,
+a task which will really warm her heart, fill her days, and of which
+she can dream at night. Ah! if she only had a brain like that of my
+little hedge princess Leah! But that's the strangest thing of all:
+she's clever and yet entirely without any craving for knowledge;
+without prejudices and perfectly indifferent to the opinions of others,
+kind hearted without any interest in mankind; gay without being
+contented, bright without being warm--and I, as a punishment for my
+sins, am condemned to lavish as much heart's blood upon this strange
+specimen of her sex, as if I were attempting a moral transfusion,
+instead of the physical one that has long been tried. You'll see,
+child: when I've once succeeded in replacing the moon-lymph in her
+veins with warm, earthly human blood, the first dandy that comes along
+will reap the advantage, and I shall have to pocket the disappointment.
+However, perhaps your clairvoyant eyes will solve the enigma more
+easily than I.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I--how should I--?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I promised to take her into the country to-morrow and to
+bring you
+with me. She's very anxious to make your acquaintance.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're joking, Edwin.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Not at all. I should like to know what impression she makes
+upon
+perfectly unprejudiced persons. In spite of my own folly, I'm sure that
+you're not in love with her. If you become really dangerous to her
+peace of mind, so much the better, let her experience for once what the
+feeling is and I'll endure the inevitable disappointment with dignity.
+Seriously, child, I should like to see what she's worth 'between
+brothers.' Besides, you ought not to decline, for Marquard thinks a
+drive in this air would do you a great deal of good.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A pause ensued. Balder gazed silently into vacancy and did not
+seem
+disposed to give an immediate answer. At last he said: &quot;You must not
+take it amiss, Edwin, but I can't go with you; surely you know it will
+be better for me to stay at home.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Better? For whom?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;For all. I should only be a burden if I were obliged to limp
+about
+everywhere with you--and then--I've been in ladies' society so little.
+I should be either very stupid, or say something awkward which would
+embarrass you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin had risen and now stood directly before him. &quot;Can you
+look me in
+the eyes, you cunning hypocrite?&quot; he exclaimed. &quot;As if you could ever
+do or say anything awkward! I know exactly why you don't want to go:
+you think I'm only taking you out of brotherly love and courtesy, and
+would really much prefer being alone with my cold sweet heart. But this
+time, dear searcher of the heart, you're entirely wrong. I assure you,
+by all that a private tutor holds sacred: you'll do me a favor by
+making one of this party. Besides, I've exhausted my Latin, and fear if
+we're alone she'll discover it and give her tutor lover his discharge
+in good earnest.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He knew what a trump he was playing, in representing the
+affair as a
+sacrifice Balder was to make for him. But the latter, contrary to his
+expectation, remained firm in his refusal, and as he pleaded the
+sensitiveness of his chest, Edwin was compelled to desist from urging
+him. The real reason: that he was longing for a day when he could give
+himself up to his love dream undisturbed and also see Reginchen alone,
+he certainly did not confess to Edwin, perhaps not even to himself.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The next morning dawned as clear and bright as could be
+desired for a
+Sunday excursion. Punctually at ten o'clock Edwin entered Toinette's
+room. She came toward him with unfeigned cordiality, attired in a more
+simple dress than any he had yet seen, and laughed when she noticed his
+astonished face. &quot;Is this right?&quot; she asked. &quot;This is the costume in
+which Duchess Toinette walked about her native city, when she had no
+court philosopher, court dwarf, or court splendor. I hope you're not
+courtier enough or tasteless enough to think this countrified garb
+pretty. Even my landlady, who has usually been very well satisfied with
+me, was horrified at the idea of my going into the country with my
+cousin--that's what you are now--in such a dress. But I've undertaken
+to cure you, as well as to be cured by you. You shall confess that
+beautiful things are beautiful and ugly ones ugly, and that we may make
+necessity a virtue or even a jest, but never a happiness or a
+pleasure.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I'm afraid your cure will fail,&quot; he answered laughing. &quot;You
+might
+crawl into a turtle's shell and still please me, if only your head and
+hands peeped out.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So you're an incorrigible courtier!&quot; she replied, shaking her
+white
+finger at him. &quot;But where did you leave your brother?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He told her that he had vainly endeavored to induce him to
+come with
+them.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You've probably described me to him as something very
+horrible,&quot; she
+answered thoughtfully, &quot;to the life, as I seem to <i>you</i>, a heartless,
+brainless, finery-loving creature. Well, perhaps he'll form a better
+opinion of me when he sees me with his own eyes; for I must make his
+acquaintance, that's settled. But now come. I feel a childish delight
+in the anticipation of this drive. We won't keep the carriage waiting.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The carriage? Plebeian country parties set off from the city
+gate in a
+wagon. But you must be contented to walk there on your august little
+feet.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Very well. You shall have no cause to complain of me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She tied under her chin the strings of an old and somewhat
+shabby
+velvet hat, which however was very becoming to her young face, and
+called to Jean to bring her cloak. The boy came and saluted Edwin with
+the same solemn stiffness as usual. He was dressed in a common black
+suit, and only the high shirt collar recalled the livery. When the
+young lady told him that he might have his time until six o'clock in
+the evening and go to visit his parents, his thick lips curled for a
+moment in a joyful grin, but instantly resumed an expression of solemn
+respect. Then they left the house, and Toinette leaned lightly on
+Edwin's arm. The streets were full of people in their Sunday attire,
+elegant equipages rolled past them, the air was still, and when they
+crossed the bridge, all the windows of the old castle glittered in the
+autumn sunlight. Toinette paused before a huckster who was selling
+fruit.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It's improper to eat in the street,&quot; she whispered to Edwin.
+&quot;But just
+for that very reason you must buy me one of those beautiful apples. I
+feel as if I were masquerading. Why shouldn't we take advantage of our
+disguise? Or must people stare at plebeian picnics?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Heaven forbid!&quot; he answered. &quot;Eating is the main object. And
+as for
+the propriety--you see I wear no gloves today.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But unfortunately, a terribly respectable hat. If the shops
+were not
+closed, I should make you oblige me by buying a new one at once. I
+liked your looks much better before; but it's no use now. We must both
+appear like scarecrows among the pretty Sunday toilettes.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then the birds will at least keep away from these grapes,&quot; he
+answered
+laughing, as he handed her a paper horn full of the fruit. &quot;I'll put
+the apples in my pocket. Good Heavens! Here are the oranges I bought
+for Balder yesterday. What shall we do with all these blessings? Ah!
+here comes a droschky. Now we can eat our breakfast more comfortably.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He signed to the driver and helped his companion in. Just as
+he was in
+the act of entering the vehicle, he saw Leah approaching with her
+father. The old gentleman's face was as bright as ever, but his
+daughter looked somewhat paler, and for the first time Edwin noticed
+with surprise the dark brilliancy of her eyes and the grace of her
+walk. They also recognized him, the young girl with a sudden blush, the
+father, after a hasty movement as if to rush up to him, restraining
+himself. Then they went on in the stream of pedestrians, while Edwin
+entered the droschky and called to the driver: &quot;To Charlottenburg!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Who was the beautiful girl to whom you just bowed?&quot; said
+Toinette,
+turning to look after her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A former pupil. Do you think her beautiful? I confess I was
+somewhat
+struck by her appearance to-day. During the time I taught her, till
+within a few weeks ago, I noticed nothing remarkable in her face,
+except that she has very wise, earnest eyes.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Toinette made no reply and seemed lost in thought. After a
+time she
+said. &quot;And what did you teach her?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If you'll not repeat it, to injure the child's character: in
+philosophy. To be sure it didn't last long.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;In philosophy? Is that a suitable study for us women? I
+thought it was
+only fit for men.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So most men think, and that's why my little philosopher would
+find it
+hard to get a husband, if it should be noised abroad that she had taken
+lessons from me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That danger, as you know, would not frighten me, if you would
+take me
+for a pupil. But I fear I should disgrace you. I've learned too little
+and read too many novels.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Novels are not the worst introduction to philosophy. Don't
+you think
+that Père Goriot affords more food for the thought, than many a text
+book placed in the higher schools for girls and which does not contain
+a syllable about what is called life?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It depends upon who reads it. I've had a great many thoughts.
+But they
+were so sad that they cannot have been the right philosophy, at least
+not yours; for you're always cheerful, so the world must wear quite a
+different aspect to you in your wisdom, from what it does to me in my
+stupidity.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Very possibly,&quot; he said smiling. &quot;But we must first prove it.
+You must
+tell me your thoughts, and I will tell you mine. Afterwards we'll see
+against which there are the fewest objections.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And is there nothing more in philosophy? Did you make no
+farther
+progress in your lessons to that young lady?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh! no. I began with her at the A. B. C, told her how, from
+the most
+ancient times, thoughtful men had demonstrated the relations of things
+in the world and what singular dreams about origin and decay, soul and
+body, gods and spirits they had had. I'll wager that if you had
+listened, you would not have been bored; for you have a tendency toward
+melancholy, and philosophy is like a magic lantern; the clear outlines
+of the pictures of the world it conjures up can only appear on a dark
+background, but on that dark background is thrown the real brightness,
+the light that brings cheerfulness and peace, while the common every
+day sunlight, like ordinary human reason, is only sufficient for the
+every day restless flickering dawn.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She made no reply and gazed steadily into vacancy with a
+charmingly
+thoughtful expression.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">After a pause she said: &quot;And is any real goal reached? After
+pondering
+over everything, do we know something definite, something that cannot
+be called in question?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes and no. We arrive at what we have longed to know, the
+fact that
+there are secrets of which our narrow minds can never have anything
+more than a dim idea, although certain philosophers, who take the
+chimeras of their own brains for the revelations of omniscient truth,
+venture to give information even in regard to them. But is it not a
+gain to learn how much we are capable of knowing, and where the ever
+shrouded abysses lie? And the way along these--can you not imagine that
+it would be as refreshing and full of enjoyment, as to wander amid
+lofty mountains, among glaciers and ice fields, past ravines and
+waterfalls that seem completely inaccessible?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes indeed,&quot; she replied, &quot;if one is sure footed and not
+predisposed
+to giddiness.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The strength will increase on the way, if one is not a
+cripple when he
+leaves home. And then in addition to the pleasure of looking around,
+seeing the world, and drawing one's breath freely, do you know what
+other benefit will be received?&quot; She looked at him inquiringly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;In order to climb up, we throw away much of the useless and
+troublesome lumber we've dragged about in our shallow, thoughtless
+existence, and when we have reached the heights and arrived so much
+nearer to heaven and its stars, we learn to dispense with all this
+trash and despise it. The atmosphere is rarefied, and earthly things,
+viewed from the mountain tops, shrivel so incredibly that on coming
+down, we see the dearest objects and most beloved friends with very
+different eyes.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;By which they would hardly be the gainers. And then we should
+be more
+unhappy than before.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; he answered with an expression of quiet joy, as he
+thought of
+Balder, their boyhood, and all their struggling life in the bare tun.
+&quot;What is really good and true, little as it may be prized by fools,
+appears for the first time in all its beauty, as allied to all the
+noble things we have experienced and learned far above the plane of
+every day life. You ought to make the attempt; I don't believe you
+would regret it. Besides,&quot; he added smiling, &quot;my alpenstock and
+mountain shoes will always be at your service.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She looked earnestly into his face. &quot;You think I don't see
+your aim.
+You want to destroy or disgust me with what you call my vanity, but
+which is really just as much a part of myself, as my brown hair, my
+white teeth, and my dark eyes. Very well, we'll make the trial. Begin
+the lesson at once; of course you must first tell me your thoughts,
+then you shall hear mine. So: 'in the beginning God created Heaven and
+earth'--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He laughed and took a bunch of grapes from the paper horn that
+lay on
+the opposite seat of the carriage. &quot;What are you thinking of?&quot; he
+answered in a jesting tone. &quot;This is Sunday, and we're going on an
+excursion into the country. What would you say of a banker who
+accompanied a lady to Charlottenburg and talked to her on the way about
+stocks and bonds? To-morrow, if you feel inclined to listen, I'll read
+you as many lectures as you desire. With you, I shall at least run no
+risk, as in the case of my other pupil, of being discharged by an
+orthodox father and a theological aunt, on account of dangerous
+theories. And I'm not afraid of wearying you! For in the first place I
+can't imagine any novel so interesting as the history of truth, and
+secondly you know my weakness in being unable to look at you long
+without talking stupid nonsense.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She shook her finger at him again. &quot;Don't let me repent that I
+didn't
+take little Jean with me for a chaperon, because I thought you a knight
+without fear and without reproach. And now we'll eat our breakfast.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Meantime the droschky was moving on in that contemplative trot
+which
+distinguishes the Berlin droschky horses above all others of their race
+and calling, over the broad road on which, during the last few weeks,
+the trees in the Thiergarten had strewed all their autumnal foliage. In
+spite of the beautiful weather, the foot paths on each side were
+entirely deserted, for the real stream of pleasure-seekers does not
+pour out of the city gates until the afternoon. They passed only
+solitary couples, so absorbed in themselves that they did not notice
+the two who drove by them eating grapes. Now and then, a carriage
+dashed past their phlegmatic horse. Whenever this occurred, Edwin saw
+that Toinette made an impatient movement and wrapped herself more
+closely in her cloak. The air was soft, almost still, but her ducal
+blood seemed chilled by the slow pace at which they moved. He laughed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I see clearly that your habit of being drawn by four horses
+makes you
+impatient of this half way style. Shall we dismiss our carriage and
+continue our way on foot?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She instantly assented, called to the coachman to stop, and
+without
+waiting for Edwin's assistance sprang out as lightly as a feather. She
+did not even take his arm, but walked swiftly beside him, still holding
+in her hand the horn from which she was eating the last grapes.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why mayn't I give you my arm?&quot; he asked.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Look at those other couples,&quot; she answered petulantly. &quot;Is
+there
+anything more out of taste than the sentimental custom of keeping step?
+Either the gentleman must take little mincing steps like the lady, or
+she must accommodate herself to his pace by making long strides, which
+is still more ugly. And all this because they love each other! We have
+not even that excuse, so let each walk as is most comfortable. You
+can't lose me, for I haven't a groschen in my pocket. If I ran away
+from you, I should be obliged to starve.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He laughed and said that was not the mode of death usual among
+duchesses, especially when they had such black eyes; to which she
+retorted that her duchy was hanging up in the closet at home; if she
+sold it she could scarcely live on the proceeds a fortnight, and even
+for that length of time not in a style suitable to her rank. Such were
+the harmless jests with which they amused each other as they walked on;
+he had never seen her in such gay spirits, and it was happiness enough
+for him, after his long separation from her, to be permitted to walk
+beside her and look at her every movement. It was so charming to see
+her eat the grapes, and when the paper was empty bite an apple with her
+little white teeth. She had removed her gloves and untied the strings
+of her hat and the sunlight falling through the bare branches flickered
+over her lovely face.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">On reaching the first of the long row of villas, she stopped
+to
+rearrange her dress. It was even more lonely here. Most of the houses,
+on account of the early commencement of autumn, had already been
+deserted; in the gardens of the pleasure resorts, the Pagoda and
+others, tables and benches still stood awry, as they had remained
+during the long rains, and the yellow leaves were not even brushed
+away. But all this dreariness and inhospitality could not damp the
+spirits of our young pair. Toinette--and especially Edwin--were
+delighted to have the beautiful castle garden all to themselves.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It's strange,&quot; said the young girl as they walked through the
+silent
+avenues and at last paused beside the famous carp pond, where to-day
+the broad heads of the fishes were scarcely visible beneath the thick
+covering of yellow leaves--&quot;I always feel happiest and gayest when
+everything around is very grey and dreary. When anything was going on
+in my little native city, a ball or a shooting match, or any kind of
+festivity, I always felt very melancholy among the happy cake-eating
+crowd. And in our castle park, which is almost as ancient and venerable
+as this, and has a great many places where it's not safe to go, I've
+wandered about half a day like a little deer, and been perfectly at
+home. Do you see now that I'm nothing out of my fine clothes, that it's
+from no coquetry that I prefer to wear velvet rather than calico? Here,
+for instance, even beside you, I feel too poor and shabby for these
+royal avenues. You smile. Say what you please, it may be vain and
+foolish and brainless, but it's natural to me, and I can't help it, I
+shall carry it with me to the grave.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Meantime they had reached the mausoleum of Frederick William
+III. and
+his beautiful queen. The invalid soldier who guarded it was asleep on a
+bench, and when wakened seemed greatly surprised to see visitors so
+early, but Edwin gave him a large fee, and he opened the silent hall of
+death without objecting. Edwin did not enter it for the first time; but
+the magical solemnity of the dusky room had never moved him so deeply,
+as on previous visits he had been admitted with a crowd of strangers.
+Now the light fell through the blue dome upon the silent marble figures
+and the young fresh girl at his side, who could not resist the spell of
+the place, and mutely, with a strangely eager expression, as if
+expecting some solemn event to happen, gazed for a long time at the
+glorified image of the royal lady. Edwin at last approached her, and in
+a whisper asked if she were ready to go. She did not hear him and
+remained spell bound by the fascination of the place, until the door
+keeper rattled his keys and reminded them it was time to leave. Then,
+as if longing for some hand to lead her back to life out of the regions
+of the dead, she took Edwin's arm and even in the sunlight that shone
+upon the park walked beside him a longtime in silence, absorbed in her
+own thoughts. He too kept silence, though his heart was burning. Never
+had she seemed so lovable, so far above all other women whom he had
+even known, as during her quiet reverie in the blue soft twilight. He
+had to use the utmost self control to speak of any thing but his
+passion.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I'm really grateful to you,&quot; he began, &quot;for being so deeply
+affected
+by that solemn spot. Scarcely any other place hallowed by art and
+association, has ever so moved me. Surely the fate of those two human
+beings has its influence too in the silence, the thought of so much
+dignity in misfortune, so much unassuming goodness on the throne, so
+much affection in the simplest form. Neither was intellectual or highly
+cultured. But in the decisive moment their innate nobility put the
+right words in their mouths, the right resolution in their hearts, and
+their thoroughly plebeian sense of duty always made them appear truly
+royal in the high position in which they were placed. And then--isn't
+it touching to think how this prosaic, sober, almost awkward monarch,
+devoted himself to his beautiful wife with an ideal love which
+outlasted death, and while building barracks and living simply and
+frugally in the plainest palace in his capital, was constantly thinking
+how he could have this house of death still more magnificently adorned
+by the greatest masters, because it contained his wife's heart and with
+it all the poetry of his life. Then at last he ordered his own effigy
+to be placed beside hers, wrapped in the simple soldier's cloak he had
+preferred to the purple mantle, that even in death, he might remain
+faithful to himself and to her. Isn't there greatness in so much
+humility, and more true royalty in this unassuming figure than in all
+the boastful imperial pomp of this great conqueror?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At first she did not answer. Not until they approached the
+gate of the
+park and she drew her hand lightly from his arm to put on her gloves,
+did she say: &quot;You're perfectly right; the only true nobility is to
+remain faithful to one's self. The common run of mankind concern
+themselves much about their neighbors' opinion, imploring their advice
+as to the guidance of their lives, but he who has the germ of a noble
+nature lives and dies by the light of his own inward grace and is
+sovereign of himself. As for these rules of living, they are pitiful
+torments which evil unhappy meddlesome people have invented to sour the
+life of their fellow mortals. He who thrusts his neck under the yoke
+deserves the bondage. One can grow old in such a servitude and yet
+never know what it is really to live.&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER IV.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">The clock struck two as they entered the square before the
+castle.
+&quot;What shall we do now?&quot; she asked.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;We have now no more important task than to eat the best
+dinner we can
+get. I hope the table in the Pagoda has made some progress in
+civilization since my student days, when I used to revel in the famous
+<i>katteschale</i>. However, it's Sunday, and Charlottenburg knows the duty
+it owes the capital.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When they entered the handsome hotel, in whose lower rooms a
+somewhat
+motley company were already drinking coffee, a waiter came toward them
+and after a hasty glance at Toinette, showed the young couple the way
+to the second story. If they wished to dine alone, they would find
+empty rooms and tables there--</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There's no help for it,&quot; said Edwin laughing, &quot;they evidently
+suspect
+you of a desire to enjoy my society alone; you'll have to reconcile
+yourself to it. But we'll drink our coffee in the open air, and then
+you can make up for the conquests you can't celebrate at dinner.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He went up stairs beside her and opened the first door, which
+led into
+a comfortable room. She sat down without ceremony on the little sofa,
+removed her hat and cloak, and assured him that in spite of the second
+breakfast of fruit which she had eaten, she was already very hungry.
+Edwin seated himself opposite her and took up the bill of fare. Amid
+all sorts of jests, they began to select their favorite dishes, and he
+could not help remembering their little dinners in Jägerstrasse. He
+inquired about her birds. She now had a dozen sparrows for boarders,
+she said, and would rather hear nothing about those delights of the
+table. She had afterwards learned that even the restaurant had been in
+the conspiracy against her, and had only charged her half price. She
+would soon be reduced to Lotte's bread and butter. &quot;But we won't talk
+about that to-day,&quot; she said suddenly, &quot;it'll come soon enough.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She rose, yawned, and began to look at the lithographs that
+hung on the
+walls. &quot;You see,&quot; said she, &quot;if we had brought the dwarf with us, we
+should have been better served.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The waiter seems to think we shall be satisfied with our
+young love.
+Wait a moment, I'll go down myself, enter into a tender relation with
+the cook, and bribe some ministering spirit to devote himself
+exclusively to us.&quot; He left the little room and hurried down stairs.
+Just as he was turning the corner, he ran against a gentleman who was
+rushing up. Their mutual apologies died on their lips.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You here, Edwin?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Marquard!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No less a personage,&quot; laughed the physician. &quot;And in the best
+of
+company. But you--is Balder here?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It was impossible to persuade him, unfortunately. You know
+him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So you're alone? Well, you shall join our party at any rate.
+It's
+entirely composed of your acquaintances, except my little suburban
+nightingale. Just think, the dear innocent child wouldn't compromise
+herself by taking an excursion with me <i>tete-a-tete</i>. She insisted that
+her friend Christiane must go too, or she would stay at home. Now the
+excellent musician is really very disagreeable to me, for the express
+reason that she trains young and lively talent to virtue and Sebastian
+Bach. But what was I to do? The little one laconically told me we would
+be taken for husband and wife, wedded in true burgher fashion, and I
+gave up the point. So I went to Fräulein Christiane to invite her,
+wondering in case she accepted, whom I should ask as the fourth man--a
+pleasure party of three is absurd of course. I thought of you for a
+moment. Would you have come? Well, when I went into her room, I found
+Heinrich, the dissatisfied, sitting at her piano, talking his
+contradictory little tattle. Do you know I think he has designs in that
+quarter despite the ugliness of his sweetheart. What could I do but
+offer him the fourth seat in the carriage? I hoped he would say no, for
+as you're aware, he can't endure me. But <i>quod non</i>! he eagerly
+accepted, and so far everything has passed off charmingly. We're in
+high spirits, even before the champagne, and what fire-works of wit
+will be let off afterwards no one can tell. You'll come in just at the
+right moment, and on the way home it'll be so much the better, if we
+can't all find seats in one carriage.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're very kind,&quot; answered Edwin, smilingly releasing
+himself from
+the grasp of his friend who wanted to drag him away at once. &quot;But I've
+brought a companion too, and it's doubtful--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Whom? Surely not--? Oh! you deepest of all
+philosophers--'yesterday on
+a proud steed, to-day shot through the heart'--the princess?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin nodded.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And I let myself be deluded into giving him the address
+yesterday--well done! So we won't disturb you, but leave the fir and
+palm to themselves.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're very much mistaken,&quot; said Edwin with a half sigh,
+&quot;True, as
+regards the temperature, tropical vegetation doesn't ill suit me, if
+palms only didn't mean victory; for in spite of our apparent intimacy,
+her highness is still as much surrounded by ice as ever. I really
+believe the best way to prevent the chill from finally producing the
+sleep of death, will be to bring her to you--if she's inclined to come,
+which I scarcely doubt.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Bravo! I'll prepare the ladies. A relative of yours? A little
+cousin
+from the country.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;For aught I care. I pass for her cousin in the Rosenstrasse.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Capital! I'll answer for <i>our</i> cousins. They'll be somewhat
+jealous,
+which will make our attentions rise in value, in other respects we
+shall be extremely agreeable. So in five minutes. The last room in the
+rear on this corridor. And the dinner's <i>my</i> affair.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He left Edwin at the door of his room and brushing his thin
+locks with
+a small pocket brush and humming a tune, returned to his friends.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ladies,&quot; said he, as he entered the room where Mohr and the
+two girls
+sat at a neatly laid table, &quot;I must beg your pardon for a somewhat
+arbitrary act. A friend of mine with a very charming and highly
+respectable cousin are close beside us, under the same roof. I asked
+him to join us, he's already acquainted with two of you, as he is no
+less a personage than our friend Edwin, the philosopher.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Another</i> admirer of our musician?&quot; exclaimed Mohr. &quot;I ought
+to
+protest against it; I had subscribed for all the musical enthusiasm
+that would be developed to-day, since Maquard adores in artists only
+the charms of women. But be it so! This Edwin is an old friend of mine,
+and moreover deeply in debt to Fräulein Christiane for her daily free
+concerts.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Isn't he a tall man with light hair, not exactly handsome,
+but
+interesting when he doesn't wear his old straw hat?&quot; asked the little
+singer in a gay, twittering voice, from whose speaking tones one would
+never suppose that it could compass two octaves. At the first glance
+she looked strikingly pretty, but on a closer inspection one perceived
+that the features of the round face were not really harmonious, the
+large eyes and turned up nose, the sentimental mouth and sensual chin
+formed a strange contrast, and even her toilette was a bold composition
+of all sorts of fantastic fragments. She wore a tolerably ancient black
+velvet dress, which had once belonged to a much more stately prima
+donna, a singular looking scarf of tulle and lace, a breast pin with a
+photograph of a little terrier, ear-rings of coarse Roman mosaic, and
+in her hair which was cut short and curled in little rings over her
+head, a gold circlet. Her movements were sometimes very quick,
+sometimes slow and languid. Only when she laughed, in doing which she
+was apt to open her mouth a little too far, did the expression appear
+to which her more intimate acquaintances alluded, when they called her
+a &quot;good follow,&quot; with whom &quot;no one could get angry.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Beside this wild singular creature, Christiane's dark face,
+framed in
+its thick black hair, looked more gloomy even than usual, but gained a
+certain characteristic nobility, especially as the extreme simplicity
+of her dress contrasted advantageously with the theatrical costume of
+the singer. She had been sitting in silence when Marquard entered. At
+Edwin's name she started, but even then said nothing, merely nodding
+when Mohr asked if he should place a chair for the new guest on her
+other side; mechanically she smoothed the folds of her dark red woolen
+dress and passed her hand over her eyes. Adèle had told her she
+sometimes wore an evil, malignant expression, when her thick eye brows
+were not perfectly smooth. This was generally a matter of indifference
+to her, but to-day she did not want to look still more frightful than
+she was by nature.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">They listened to the sounds from the entry. At last the
+opposite door
+opened, and Mohr started up to meet the new couple. When Toinette
+entered, the singer also rose and approached her, more to show her
+dainty figure than from any special cordiality. She saw at the first
+glance that she was entirely thrown into the shade by the new face, and
+could only console herself with the recollection of her toilette, which
+she considered extremely <i>comme il faut</i>, while the cousin's looked
+very provincial. Christiane greeted Edwin's relative with a silent bow
+of the head. She had turned pale when she saw the charming girl. A
+sudden weight rested upon her soul and stifled the words in her throat,
+she would have liked to rise and turn her back upon these unsuspecting
+people. But she must endure it. When Edwin addressed a few friendly
+words to her, and without asking any questions, took the chair at her
+side, the color returned to her cheeks, and she could say in an
+indifferent tone that she was very glad to have the pleasure of meeting
+him at last. He reminded her of the night when he had found her
+absorbed in Schopenhauer's Parerga, and apologized for not having
+continued the moonlight conversation by sunlight, on the plea of having
+had a great deal of work to do. But it was one of the &quot;sorrows of the
+world,&quot; that we can often make the least use of the blessings that lie
+so close at hand. Meantime the soup was brought, and Marquard did the
+honors. The meeting with Edwin and his beautiful companion had put him
+in the gayest spirits, and he treated Toinette with a humorous
+formality, the cause of which the others did not suspect. Not a word
+betrayed that he had made her acquaintance before. He inquired about
+the condition and events of her native city, and asked how she liked
+Berlin and its inhabitants. The little farce amused the young girl too,
+and she merrily entered into it. Moreover she had the delicate tact to
+make herself particularly agreeable to Adèle and Christiane, so that
+after the first glass of champagne the singer, like the &quot;good fellow&quot;
+she was, touched glasses with her, declared that she had taken a great
+fancy to her, would go to see her in the city and in return Toinette
+must go to the theatre every evening that she appeared.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Christian also could not deny the charm of the new
+acquaintance, though
+she certainly felt no pleasure in it. Never had she seemed to herself
+so destitute of every grace, as beside this bewitching vision, who
+appeared gradually to win even her old admirer, Mohr, though he had at
+first been embarrassed in the presence of his old friend's &quot;relative,&quot;
+who had so suddenly appeared. He became more and more eloquent, and in
+his own original fashion poured forth a multitude of quaint sayings,
+which he at last addressed almost exclusively to Toinette, perceiving
+that his grave neighbor only absently shook her head at his most daring
+paradoxes. Marquard, after fulfilling all the duties of a host toward
+his guests, comfortably gave himself up, without making any special
+exertion to be witty, to a low toned conversation with his little
+flame, and only sometimes condescendingly laughed at Mohr's jests, as
+if amused by the singular folly of a man who is making an entirely
+useless display. For a time Mohr allowed him to laugh and only
+occasionally dealt him a satirical thrust. But as he did not spare the
+wine and moreover gradually became heated by his own words, his real
+feelings toward the comfortable, self-satisfied man of the world, whom
+as we know, he accredited with a tolerably shallow brain and cold
+heart, at last burst forth.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My honored friends,&quot; said he, as he rose and lifted his full
+glass, &quot;I
+will beg your permission to speak for five minutes on a subject that is
+of interest to all. We sit here so cozily either liking each other or
+wishing we did. At any rate this modest little orgie is calculated to
+excite the envy of the so-called gods, since six people are on a
+tolerably green bough of sustenance, washing from their souls all
+anxieties about the present and future life, in, I trust, unadulterated
+champagne, and thus losing fear as well as love for gods and devils. As
+for the envy of the former, I'm far from making it a reproach to them.
+On the contrary, as I have no special reason to feel any great esteem
+for them, since they've shown little friendship toward my insignificant
+self, it's this envy alone that partially reconciles me to them. These
+poor devils of gods, who, like us, can't always do as they please, thus
+show a truly human side; for, my friends, profound thought and mature
+experience have taught me, that what is truly human, full of genius,
+and so to say god-like in our race, as well as the human side of the
+gods, is <i>envy</i>. You stare at me, Fräulein Adèle, and seem to be asking
+your neighbor whether I'm always in the habit of expressing such crazy
+opinions, or only when I've been drinking sweet wine. But you're
+mistaken; I'm as sober as he is, innocent nightingale; for tell me
+yourself, would you be the charming creature you are, the spoiled child
+of the boards, the much photographed, much slandered, much adored
+<i>Adèle</i>, if you did not feel a deep envy of the happy mortal called
+<i>Adelina</i>, the divine Patti? Without this envy, which has accelerated
+your flight to higher and higher spheres, you would still be twittering
+imperfect couplets, as on your first debut. But for envy of the great
+champions of thought, our friend Edwin would now be a well paid
+professor of logic, reading stupid volumes year in and year out. But
+for this envy, our artist, Fräulein Christiane, would never have poured
+her whole soul into her finger tips, nor I, her unworthy neighbor at
+table, extorted from my reluctant brains one of the most remarkable
+compositions of the day, the famous <i>sinfonia ironica</i>. Fräulein
+Toinette too, whom I have not yet the honor of knowing very well,
+has--I read it in her black eyes--received her share of this hereditary
+virtue. For what is envy, except that which people usually call
+religion: the confession of our imperfections and distress, and the
+longing for improvement, to reach a higher round in the ladder, which
+we already see attained by loftier natures. Must we not feel better
+disposed toward the so-called gods, when we think that they too are not
+satisfied with themselves, that they too cherish unattained and forever
+unattainable longings for the joys of mortals, for a dinner in the
+Pagoda in pleasant society, bubbling over with wit and <i>Cremant rosé</i>?
+That they will go so far as to maliciously desire to destroy such joys,
+is a degeneration of the virtue of envy, of which I do not approve, but
+from which no virtue is safe. On the contrary, nothing can more deeply
+offend gods and men, than to meet certain souls who have never felt the
+bliss of a noble envy, who in their sublime self-satisfaction, deride
+or condemn every one who is not so well pleased with himself, who does
+not draw his face into such well satisfied lines, and when he is
+cleanly shaved pat himself delightedly on the back, and say to himself:
+'You're a famous fellow!' My friends, I know what's due to the company.
+I refrain from all personalities. But when I see certain brows, one in
+particular, which begins to be prematurely bald, a brow that has the
+effrontery--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He had spoken louder and more rapidly, fixing his eyes more
+and more
+steadily and defiantly on Marquard, who submitted to this singular
+apostrophe with the utmost good humor; but at the last words, the smile
+suddenly died on his lips. He again filled his glass, and rattled his
+knife on an empty one that stood beside it.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ladies and gentlemen,&quot; said he, &quot;as we have no president, who
+could
+call any one abusing the freedom of speech to order, everyone must look
+out for himself. I take the liberty of interrupting the honored orator,
+because he's in the act of doing something for which I certainly should
+not envy him: disturbing the beautiful harmony that pervades this
+circle, by making to one of its members, who though perhaps unworthy is
+certainly not obstreperous, exactly the reverse of a declaration of
+love. I have the honor of being intimately acquainted with this member,
+and know that our friend, Heinrich Mohr, has always used his right
+not to think him agreeable. I have never disputed that right, though
+I myself formerly held a different opinion and thought this man
+whose soul was destitute of envy, a very lovable fellow. Since
+that time&quot;--here he cast a glance of comical pathos at his fair
+neighbor--&quot;I have found myself mistaken in this view, but for very
+different reasons. I will not enter upon the intellectual controversy
+about the virtue of envy. Friend Mohr will at least admit, that there
+are exceptions to the rule. I, my friends, have studied so much natural
+history, that I know the ostrich would not become any more perfect if
+it envied the falcon its wings, and the sparrow would be a singular
+fanatic if it practised solfeggi to outdo the nightingale. If therefore
+I early renounced the cultivation of talents I did not possess, and
+like a true realist, endeavored to take the world and myself as we are,
+it should rather be imputed to me as a virtue, especially as I have
+risen to a tolerable height in the admiration and enjoyment of gifts
+denied me, and moreover possess a few valuable qualities, such as for
+instance the ability to order a good dinner, to brew a punch, and to
+write prescriptions for intermittent fever. And now, after this
+effective little correction, I propose that we drink the ladies' health
+and beg Fräulein Adèle to use her exquisite voice in singing away the
+last remnant of discord.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A loud clapping of hands, for which Adèle herself gave the
+signal,
+rewarded this speech, during which Mohr had slowly reseated himself and
+emptied his glass in little sips. Refilling it, he turned toward
+Marquard with a peculiar twinkle in his keen grey eyes.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I heartily assent to the proposal,&quot; said he, &quot;but must first
+place on
+record a short personal observation, namely that I was a great donkey.
+The ladies will pardon the rude expression, since I doubt not, they are
+convinced of its truth. Fritz Marquard, I hereby declare that you're
+right in patting yourself on the back and thinking yourself a famous
+fellow. From this day I beg you to grant me your friendship, and hope
+to give you proofs of mine--&quot;</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p class="t4" style="text-indent:-1px">&quot;And if a man has fallen<br>
+Love guides him back to duty--&quot;</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="continue">sang Adèle, as she sprang from her seat and glided to an old
+piano that
+stood in one corner of the room, and which was sometimes used for
+little dancing parties. She hastily opened it, struck a few notes, and
+called Christiane to try it more thoroughly. Meantime Marquard had
+crossed over to Mohr and cordially shaken hands with him; Edwin and
+Toinette also rose, lights and a fresh bottle of wine were brought in,
+and amidst the bustle of coming and going Christiane hastily ran her
+hands over the keys, and commenced Weber's &quot;Invitation to the waltz.&quot;
+The room became quiet. Edwin had carried two chairs into a window
+recess, which was illumined by the last crimson rays of the autumnal
+sunlight. Without a word from him, Toinette took one chair and he sat
+down beside her. He had scarcely spoken to her at the table, but he had
+listened to her every word, and little as he appeared to look at her,
+had often turned his eyes with delight upon the delicate profile and
+black lashes. But now as she gazed out at the bare treetops, bathed in
+the crimson glow, with her head and shoulders likewise steeped in the
+radiance of the sunset, her lips parted as if her very soul were
+absorbed in the lingering beauties of the day, he forgot his self
+control, and gazed steadily into her face. The room was quite dark; two
+candles only illumined the table still crowded with the empty bottles
+and half filled glasses, and lighted up Marquard's pleasant features,
+as he sat alone smoking his cigar and looking intently through the
+round glasses of his gold spectacles at the piano. Mohr had thrown
+himself down on a stool beside the musician, Adèle was tripping lightly
+up and down the room, singing to herself in a low tone and sometimes
+with a coquettish gesture throwing at her friend, who continued to
+smoke phlegmatically, a grape, from the cluster which, in bacchanalian
+fashion she had fastened to the gold circlet on her head.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You have been very charming to-day,&quot; Edwin whispered to
+Toinette. &quot;I
+thank you for the conquests you have made of my friends. I'm vain
+enough to think you did it partly for my sake. If Balder had only seen
+you!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Because I always think of him, whenever anything pleases me;
+because I
+wish him to share my pleasures with me. Have you never had the same
+feeling toward your sisters?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I would gladly have felt it, but I never could succeed. Each
+thought
+only of herself, her few miserable trinkets, her lovers, and the next
+casino-ball. I really think sisters are scarcely capable of what you
+call brotherly, love. But hush; she's beginning to sing. Who would have
+supposed there was so much music in the queer little doll!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In fact a flood of melody now filled the room, as Adèle sang
+Pergolese's morning serenade:</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p class="t4">&quot;Tre giorni son che Nina<br>
+Al letto se ne sta.&quot;</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="normal">Christiane accompanied her. The worn out instrument under her
+hands was
+fairly transformed, and gave forth tones of which it had probably
+scarcely been capable in its best days. When the charming little song
+was finished, Marquard rose and solemnly kissed the singer's hand.
+&quot;Brava, bravissima! You're the singing-bounding-lion-teaser in the
+fairy tale.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;An <i>in</i>cantatrice!&quot; cried Mohr from his dark corner after
+having made
+a terrible noise applauding alone.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Spare your enthusiasm, gentlemen,&quot; laughed the saucy girl,
+turning on
+her heel. &quot;There are better things in store! And the lion's share of
+the lion teaser belongs to my strict teacher. Now: 'Ye who know the
+instinct of the heart--'&quot; and without waiting for the accompaniment, she
+began the aria she had shortly before studied with Christiane.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The musician accompanied the song only with single chords. She
+was now
+sitting completely in the dark, having shaken her head in reply to
+Mohr's question whether she would have a light. Her thoughts were far
+from Pergolese, Mozart, and all her other musical saints. Above the
+piano hung an old fashioned oval mirror, directly opposite to the
+window in whose recess Edwin and Toinette were sitting. As the sunset
+glow slowly died away, she could distinctly see the expression with
+which Edwin's eyes rested upon the calm face of the beautiful girl.
+During dinner, her first jealous pain at meeting him with such a
+charming companion had almost disappeared, for he had not paid any
+particular attention to his lovely cousin. Now it suddenly flashed upon
+her, that this indifference had been, only a mask, and a feeling of
+inexpressible bitterness overpowered her, when she recalled the
+pleasure she had felt at the courteous kindness with which he had
+treated her. Now, sitting opposite the stranger in the crimson sunset,
+what a different language his eyes spoke! With the prophetic insight of
+a hopeless passion, she perceived that he loved this girl. And she
+could not even hate him for it. For had not the stranger every charm
+she lacked? To be sure, the keen eyes of jealousy told her that he met
+with no response to his feeling, the response that he deserved, and
+that she would have given. This cold blooded enchantress, even while
+Edwin's eyes were fixed upon her profile as a supplicant gazes upon the
+miracle-working image of a saint, could look unmoved at the dry
+branches without; her hand did not touch his, which he had laid on his
+knee as if seeking it, her soul--if she had one--where was it? And he,
+why did not his pride rebel against serving here without wages, when
+elsewhere he might have ruled? But rule over what? she asked herself. A
+heart which no one had ever tried to conquer, which no one seemed to
+consider a boon to possess, he least of all. Had he not lived under the
+same roof with her for years, and not felt the slightest desire to
+approach the woman who daily spoke to him in harmonies, poured forth
+her inmost feelings in accents so intelligible to him?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It was this feeling that now overpowered her, and in addition
+to all
+the exciting emotions of these hours, the gayety, and the unusual
+indulgence in wine, fairly intoxicated her senses. A wild, fiendish
+rage took possession of her soul. When the aria from Mozart was over,
+she said curtly: &quot;You are not in good voice, child; the champagne is
+beginning to revenge itself. You mustn't sing another note, or you'll
+be terribly hoarse to-morrow.&quot; And without heeding Marquard's
+remonstrance, she commenced a stormy improvisation. A string broke with
+a rattling sound--she did not notice it; a second and third--she played
+steadily on. Mohr, who had pushed his chair behind hers, while Marquard
+sat in the darkness on a little sofa beside Adèle, was in a perfect
+delirium of ecstacy. He had never heard her play so before, and was
+musician enough to say to himself that the greatest masters would be
+delighted if they could hear her improvise in such a mood. More than
+once he turned toward the two couples and enthusiastically tossing his
+long arms, endeavored to attract their attention to what this wonderful
+genius was producing. But he seemed to be alone in his admiration, at
+least to Marquard as he incessantly whispered in the ear of the singer,
+this remarkable playing seemed nothing more than the roaring of a
+storm, and Edwin, at this moment, believing himself unnoticed as the
+light without had at last wholly died away, had caught a curl of
+Toinette's hair and was holding it in his hand. Now he cautiously bent
+forward and pretending to fasten the string of the curtain, hastily
+pressed the soft tress to his lips. At the same moment the fourth
+string snapped, a sharp discord rang through the powerful passages, and
+the player started up pushing back her chair. &quot;No more!&quot; she cried in a
+hollow tone. &quot;It's killing me! Air! Air!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;For God's sake, Fräulein, what is the matter!&quot; exclaimed
+Mohr, who had
+also sprung to his feet. &quot;You're tottering, you'll faint--here, lean on
+me--shall I get you some water, take you into the open air?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, no, it's over! Leave me! Why do you seize me so rudely?
+I'm well,
+perfectly well--at least I shall be perfectly well when I'm alone. The
+wine, the music, the darkness--give me my hat and cloak, I'll go out
+into the air a moment, then it will all pass off.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In the greatest perplexity he did as she requested, but she
+had spoken
+in so low a tone that the others scarcely noticed what was passing at
+the piano. Marquard alone hastily cast a glance at her. &quot;Is the
+champagne revenging itself on you too?&quot; he called in a jesting tone.
+&quot;You ought to drink a cup of coffee, it will soothe your nerves. Or is
+genius made giddy by its own lofty flights?&quot; There was no reply Mohr
+accompanied her to the door. &quot;Stay here,&quot; she whispered imperiously.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But you'll come back again?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;When this feeling has passed away.&quot; With these words she left
+him, and
+in a greatly agitated mood he returned to the piano. It gave him
+pleasure to sit down in her chair and touch the same keys over which
+her hands had just dashed. But he did not play; only now and then he
+softly struck a chord, as if to caress the strings she had handled so
+roughly. Besides he listened constantly, but nothing stirred, and after
+a time he knew that she was not coming back again.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Suddenly he started up. &quot;My friends,&quot; said he, &quot;Fräulein
+Christiane has
+taken French leave of us. But as it's growing very dark and she did not
+feel particularly well, I think it would be better for me to follow and
+if necessary offer my services as escort, in case she cannot find a
+carriage. Marquard, will you attend to matters here and tell me
+tomorrow my share of the reckoning, Fräulein Christiane's expenses of
+course included. Good night and a pleasant evening!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Before any one could reply, he put on his grey felt hat and
+disappeared
+also. Half an hour later two droschkys drove away from the Pagoda. The
+first was occupied by Marquard and Adèle, the second by Edwin and
+Toinette. The first, whose windows were closed to shut out the cool
+evening air, and which seemed in no hurry to reach its destination,
+soon turned off from the highway into the darker avenues of the
+Thiergarten as if with the intention of leaving its companion behind.
+In the second carriage the window on Toinette's side was open, although
+the breeze was somewhat damp and chilly. But the beautiful girl said
+she liked it, that the music had gone to her head, and in fact her
+cheeks were burning. As they drove on, talking about the people with
+whom they had spent the last few hours, the conversation gradually
+became less fluent and finally ceased, the moon rose above the tree
+tops, and aided by the extreme clearness of the autumn air soon cast a
+bright silvery light over the trees by the way side and the stones on
+the road. It was charming to gaze into the more densely shaded portions
+of the park, where mysterious lights and shadows played, where now a
+statue appeared in dazzling whiteness, and anon a black clump of
+shrubbery defied the power of the light. Edwin had looked out of his
+window for a long time, absorbed in thoughts which were both sad and
+cheerful. Once he fancied he saw a female figure walking swiftly along,
+which as he bent forward seemed to perceive him and hastily retreated
+farther into the shadow of the trees. He turned to Toinette, to tell
+her his supposition that Christiane had preferred to traverse the long
+distance to the city on foot, and made the discovery that his companion
+had fallen asleep. The moonlight was flickering over her little hands,
+that lay ungloved in her lap. In the dim light that surrounded her
+head, he could see her white teeth glitter as she smiled. For a time he
+restrained himself, though the pulses in his temples throbbed
+violently, but at last this smile on her lips was stronger than all his
+resolution. He cautiously bent toward her, and after a pause of five
+minutes, during which he felt her breath on his eyes, lightly pressed a
+kiss on the half parted lips.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She instantly awoke, so suddenly that he drew back in alarm,
+glowing
+with blushes. &quot;Where are we,&quot; she whispered. &quot;Dear me, what bright
+moonlight! I believe I've been asleep. It's very impolite, isn't it?
+But people are wearied even by pleasure. I haven't enjoyed myself so
+much for a long time.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She talked gaily on; He could not discover whether she had
+felt the
+kiss or thought she had only dreamed of it. To be sure, he had not
+noticed that she returned it.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">One more short hour, and he helped her out of the carriage in
+Rosenstrasse. She thanked him cordially and repeatedly for the
+delightful day. &quot;We'll continue the cure to-morrow,&quot; she called, just
+as she was closing the door of the house. With these words she
+dismissed him, and absorbed in blissful dreams, he pursued his way home
+through the quiet streets.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER V.</h2>
+<br>
+<div class="poem">
+<p class="t4">Beloved Sun,<br>
+To all benign,<br>
+Hold in thy heart<br>
+This child of thine!</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t4">Sleeping I lay<br>
+In fevered dreams,<br>
+Softly thou com'st,<br>
+With healing beams;</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t4">Hov'ring gently<br>
+With smile so bright,<br>
+Flooding my lone cell<br>
+With golden light,</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t4">Till the prisoned soul<br>
+From bondage free,<br>
+Like opening buds<br>
+Unfolds to thee.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t4">Forcing thy way<br>
+Over the towers,<br>
+Mid roofs, through tree tops,<br>
+Among green bowers,</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t4">Caressing me gently<br>
+Powerful one!<br>
+Folding me closely<br>
+Beneficent Sun!</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t4">Few earthly joys<br>
+Have fallen to me,<br>
+All I possess<br>
+Are given by thee;</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t4">Refreshing fruit<br>
+Thou dost bestow,<br>
+And strengthening bread<br>
+As white as snow;</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t4">Another gift<br>
+The maiden fair,<br>
+With rosy cheeks<br>
+And golden hair--</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t4">Thou mak'st her bloom,<br>
+Child of the sun,<br>
+A joy and blessing<br>
+To me alone,</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t4">To this frail form<br>
+A halo lend,<br>
+Till she draws near<br>
+On me to tend.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t4">Of her bereft,<br>
+Hopeless I sigh,<br>
+Nothing remains<br>
+Only to die,</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t4">So that thine eye<br>
+Alone may keep,<br>
+Watch over my grave,<br>
+And dreamless sleep.--
+</div>
+
+<p class="normal">The sheet on which these verses were written, lay on Balder's
+knees.
+Soon after Edwin left him, he had seated himself at the window in the
+sunlight, and began his holiday by taking a sheet of paper and pouring
+forth the feelings that filled his soul. We know that he was never
+happier than when his heart of its own accord began to sing, and his
+hand could scarcely write fast enough to seize the melodies he heard.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But to-day he was particularly happy. His unusual capacity for
+finding
+pleasure in everything, even the smallest trifle, seemed heightened by
+the joy of convalescence. He gazed through the closed window a long
+time at the white cat, that lay on the sill blinking sleepily, sunning
+itself, and pretending not to see the sparrows that ventured close up
+to it. A small white cloud was drifting slowly across the blue sky. He
+became absorbed in the spectacle, as if he beheld the most wonderful
+pictures, until his eyes ached from staring at the radiant heavens;
+then he rose and walked slowly through the room, drawing the lame foot
+after him almost as if he were dancing, and from time to time pressing
+to his lips the last of the oranges Marquard had recently brought him,
+to drink in the fragrance and juice at the same time. Sometimes he
+thought of his brother, and how pleasantly the hours must be passing
+with him, sometimes of Reginchen, whose voice was distinctly audible in
+the front of the house, as she sat at the open windows of the kitchen
+working and singing to herself; then he paused before Edwin's book
+shelf, drew out at random one of the volumes, with all of which he was
+familiar, and read half a page only to restore it to its place again to
+meditate on what he had read. He even took up his tools as if to use
+them, but remembered that he had promised Edwin to rest at least a
+week. True, he considered this rest very unnecessary, for he had never
+felt stronger and better, or breathed more freely.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When Reginchen brought up his dinner at noon, she noticed his
+unusual
+gayety and cheerfulness. &quot;Your sickness has done you good, Herr
+Walter,&quot; said she.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; he answered smiling, &quot;it was your nursing, Reginchen.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, it's all the same,&quot; she answered. &quot;But why didn't you
+go into
+the country with the Herr Doctor? (she always gave Edwin this title.)
+No one who's well would stay at home to-day.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Are you going into the country too, Reginchen?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I indeed! I'm the house dog to-day. My parents went to a
+christening
+at eleven o'clock, the journeymen of course all went off too, and
+there's nobody in the house except the old couple; <i>she's</i> sick, and
+<i>he</i> to keep her company is sick and cross, too. You may think I am
+joking; but just ask their girl. If he even has a cold, she worries so
+that she can neither eat nor drink, and is obliged to go to bed. It's
+comical, isn't it, but very pleasant to see two old people still so
+fond of each other.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;'Still?' I should think people would love each other more and
+more the
+longer they knew each other.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Certainly! The longer the dearer. But it isn't always so.
+Would you
+like to grow old, Herr Walter?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If the people I love grow old with me, certainly.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I shouldn't,&quot; she answered. &quot;I used to think nothing could be
+worse
+than to die. But now--you'll laugh at me--I am often fairly disgusted
+with life, though I can complain of nothing. I feel so oppressed and
+anxious, and nothing pleases me; I wish for I know not what, and fear I
+know not why. You're so clever, Herr Walter. What is the cause of
+this?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Dear Reginchen&quot;--and he seized her hand and gazed into the
+frank face
+which was turned toward him with innocent curiosity. He was seeking for
+words to intimate to her, that it was the exuberance of youth and the
+yearning desire for love which disgusted her with her everyday life;
+perhaps he meant to summon courage to confess that he too had the same
+feelings. But she suddenly withdrew her hand.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Didn't you hear? The old lady has rung for me; heaven knows
+what she
+wants. Her girl has gone, because it's her Sunday out, and there's
+nobody to wait on her but me. Eat your dinner, Herr Walter, perhaps if
+I have time, I'll come up again for five minutes. You're altogether too
+lonely, and on Sunday too!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She glided out of the room. He was almost glad that they had
+been
+interrupted. What could he have said to her, without entirely betraying
+himself? And if she had learned his feelings and confessed her love for
+him what would have followed? Would it not have been a betrothal, and
+must not Edwin have been told? And yet it seemed impossible that any
+one should know of this wonderful fairy dream. And could it be
+possible? He thought of his delicate health, his seclusion from the
+world, his youthfulness--he had seen but twenty years--was he one to
+step forward, like other men, and say: &quot;here's a girl whose husband I
+wish to become, with whom I desire to found a home, and--rear
+children!&quot; As this thought passed through his mind though entirely
+alone he blushed crimson and shook his head. Then he sat down to the
+table, and as he ate the simple food with a good appetite, his
+confidence in his destiny increased and he became very well satisfied
+and silently resolved if she came up in the afternoon, to tell her that
+he thought he knew what she desired and feared:--To give her heart to
+another heart, and lose her own life to celebrate a joyful resurrection
+in another.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But he had long finished his dinner, and the cat had licked
+the plates
+so clean that they shone in the sun, and still his little housekeeper
+kept him waiting. For the first time in his life he felt a weary
+impatience that he could not dispel. He heard the clock strike four and
+then five; the sunlight faded, and he suddenly felt an eager desire to
+get out of the desolation of his &quot;tun&quot; into the open air. How long it
+was since he had had the blue sky over him, or even put his head out of
+the window! A feeling of exultation thrilled his heart, as he took his
+old black cloak and cap from the chest of drawers, and thus equipped
+glided lightly down stairs. His heart throbbed as violently as if he
+were setting out on a long and dangerous journey, and yet he was not
+going out of the house at all, but only down into the courtyard, where
+he would wait till the young girl came, glide up behind her, and see
+her astonishment at finding him below.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In spite of the gathering twilight, the air in the courtyard
+was very
+mild, as if a remnant of the warmth of the sun which during the day had
+shone into the space between the four walls, still lingered there. Not
+a breath of air was stirring, and there was no sound either in the
+house or street. Balder felt almost like a boy who is playing hide and
+seek, as he entered the arbor covered with the yellow and almost
+leafless bean vines, sat down on the little bench, and noticed that no
+one coming from the front of the house could see him, as the poles were
+so close together and the black pump intervened. Besides he wrapped
+himself carefully in his cloak and turned up the collar, so that not
+even his fair hair could betray him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Absorbed in fantastic dreams he sat waiting for Reginchen.
+What would
+Edwin say, when he came home and heard that Balder had had his
+excursion too. But the best part of it he must not be allowed to guess.
+Or should he confess to-day? If he had really been as happy as he
+hoped, and talked with her heart to heart--would he be able to conceal
+his joy? Would it not sparkle in his eyes, flush his cheeks, and burst
+from his lips of its own accord?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He determined to let matters take their course and to follow
+the
+dictates of his heart. If she would only come! She could not have
+forgotten her promise, but what detained her so long? He was weary with
+anxious longing, and yet he did not venture to look for her in the
+house. Who could tell whether he should find her alone?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And yet she was alone, even after he had been sitting in the
+arbor for
+half an hour. She had had a great many things to do for the old couple
+upstairs; finally after taking up the tea tray she had been dismissed,
+and now for the first time remembered her promise, but at the same
+moment it occurred to her that she had not yet looked at the volume of
+Schiller, which must be returned in a few days. If he questioned her,
+it would be very shocking to know nothing about the poems; what could
+he think except that she did not care for the improvement of her mind?
+So she sat down in the dark shop, whose half open door, admitted
+nevertheless light enough to read, laid the little book in her lap and
+took her knitting in her hand, for she thought it a waste of time to
+read without working. But she did not open the volume; her thoughts
+wandered far away to him of whom for weeks she had heard nothing, even
+through her brother. She would have liked to send him the stockings,
+which had long been finished, and then if he were in earnest--&quot;he does
+not really love me,&quot; she sighed to herself. &quot;But if he knew how often I
+think of him--he is such a good man!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She remembered his sturdy figure and dark, honest face, with
+its black,
+bushy beard, so distinctly, that she could not help laughing, even at
+the moment when she secretly acknowledged her love. But she had a great
+respect for him on account of his trade of printer, which she supposed
+to be the most learned of all. Besides she knew through her brother
+that he composed all sorts of essays, which were very fine and always
+eagerly seized by the workmen. That such a clever and remarkable man
+should in her presence be as confused as a boy, not even daring
+to tell her he loved her, flattered her innocent and very modest
+self-consciousness not a little; nay it really touched her when she
+thought how dearly he must love her, that he did not seek some more
+distinguished and highly educated person. In return she meant to love
+him truly and faithfully and to learn a great deal, and thought it her
+duty, above all, to at least read Schiller, though she did not exactly
+understand the beautiful words. If <i>he</i> would sit beside her and read
+them aloud, it would be so much easier. She liked to listen to his
+voice, and her brother had often boasted what an orator he was. But as
+he did not appear, she could do nothing but try to read to herself. She
+had just opened the book and read the first lines of the &quot;Melancholie
+an Laura,&quot; when a black shadow suddenly appeared between her and the
+light, and she started up with a low cry, letting the book fall on the
+floor.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The subject of her secret thoughts was standing before her, or
+rather
+kneeling at her feet to pick up the book, stammering out an apology for
+the sudden entrance which had startled her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Her nerves were so strong that she instantly recovered her
+composure,
+as soon as she was assured that the vision was no ghost, but her own
+sun-burnt lover, for whom she had so ardently longed. She laughed at
+her own terror, grew as red as she had before been pale, and could not
+understand why he was gazing so intently at the written sheet that had
+fallen out of the little book and which he had unfolded and read. She
+did not think it exactly polite for him to forget her for such a
+scrawl, but thought it must be on account of his learning. He also
+apologized as he laid the book down on the counter, and only asked
+timidly where she had obtained it. Herr Walter had lent it to her, and
+she had just commenced reading it for the first time. He had probably
+forgotten the written sheet. What was in it, that Herr Franzelius had
+studied it so eagerly?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Fräulein Reginchen,&quot; replied the printer, wiping the
+perspiration from
+his brow, &quot;will you allow me to put this in my pocket? I'll return it
+to him myself--it might fall into the wrong hands--but you've pardoned
+my bouncing in so abruptly, haven't you? If you knew, Fräulein
+Reginchen--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">So saying, he looked around in all directions with a very
+disturbed
+expression. She had never seen him so strangely excited before.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What's the matter?&quot; she asked. &quot;Do you want a glass of water?
+If I can
+help you in any way--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You cart, Reginchen, you're the only person who can help me.
+But
+here--so close to the street, where we may be interrupted at any
+moment--oh! you do not know the subject of which I want to speak.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She certainly thought she knew. What could it be, if she alone
+was able
+to help him? And what could he have to confide to her, in which he did
+not wish to be interrupted, except the one, the one great subject on
+which he had never yet found courage to speak, and which she had
+nevertheless seen long ago in his eyes?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're perfectly right,&quot; she said in the most innocent tone,
+and yet
+with a shade of curiosity. &quot;This is just like being in the street. Do
+you know, the work-shop is empty and there's no one in the courtyard;
+you can tell me everything there. But I must first lock up the shop.
+This is <i>such</i> a surprise. The very last thing to be thought of, your
+coming here to-day.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She hastily closed the heavy outer doors of the shop, so that
+both were
+suddenly left in total darkness. But the next instant she opened the
+second door leading into the entry and let him pass out. &quot;There's
+nobody at home,&quot; she whispered, &quot;my parents won't return from the
+christening until seven, the Herr Doctor has gone into the country, and
+only Herr Walter--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She suddenly remembered what she had promised the lonely
+youth. But it
+was now too late, she would apologize in the evening.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If its something that's to be an entire secret and you do not
+wish to
+be seen in the house, run across the courtyard as fast as you can. The
+old lady up stairs might happen to look out of the window. Dear me,
+what's the matter? You're so pale and don't speak a word!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He made no reply but followed her advice. Without looking to
+the right
+or left, both glided across the little courtyard, which was now very
+dark, and entered the work-shop whose windows were directly opposite to
+the bean arbor. They were all closed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;We'll open one,&quot; whispered the brisk little maiden. &quot;You're
+not
+accustomed to the smell of leather and cobbler's wax, and besides
+there's no danger; as I said before, there's not even a cat in the
+courtyard to overhear us. Well? Have you recovered your breath a
+little? I really shudder at the thought of what this secret may be.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She had seated herself on a three-legged stool, with her back
+to the
+open window, that he might not see her face distinctly, and was
+smoothing with both hands the rebellious little curls that clustered
+around her forehead. &quot;It's very hot here,&quot; she said as he still
+preserved his silence, and with both hands behind his back paced
+heavily up and down the dark room, absorbed in deep thought. At last he
+stopped before a table, on which lay various tools and half finished
+pieces of work piled upon each other.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Reginchen,&quot; said he, &quot;perhaps this will be the last time we
+shall see
+each other. If all signs do not fail, I shall either be a prisoner or
+on my way to America to-morrow.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Merciful God!&quot; she exclaimed with unconcealed anguish,
+&quot;you're not in
+earnest.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Only too much so,&quot; he answered in a hollow tone. &quot;I am not
+surprised;
+I've seen this coming a long time. Reginchen--look at me and tell me:
+do you believe I'm capable of a crime?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You! You're the best man under the sun! You could not hurt a
+child--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Thank you, Reginchen. To hear you say so is a great
+consolation,
+perhaps the only one I shall take with me, if I'm compelled to fly; no,
+not even the consciousness that I'm suffering for a holy cause--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But pray tell me--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're right, the moments are precious. I'm here to ask you
+for a
+great service, which you can render me and the sacred cause. Your
+brother, the best young fellow I have ever known--he's worthy to have
+you for a sister, Reginchen--if you wish to know farther particulars,
+ask him. He has all the numbers of my newspaper, on account of which
+I'm persecuted. True, I have irritated them, but we have all practised
+the patience of the lamb long enough, the ass's skin is at last
+becoming too tight for the lion, but perhaps he was unwise to betray
+himself by his roar before he was ready to spring. However, it is done;
+only slaves and cowards are always wise. I don't know what they intend
+to do now. But that it will--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Merciful Heavens!&quot; she exclaimed, &quot;will they try you, throw
+you into
+prison?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To render me harmless, yes! What is there new or strange in
+that? Oh!
+dear Reginchen, the falsity of this so-called justice is so old that
+quiet citizens may well accept it as a matter of course. But I'm not
+here to tell you things of which your noble innocent heart can frame no
+idea. See, this is my dearest possession&quot;--and he drew out a tolerably
+thick leather pocket book, fastened with a string and sealed. &quot;It
+contains papers, which if found on my person, would ruin not only
+me--what would that matter--but many noble men who have trusted me. I
+knew of no place where I could safely conceal these papers and letters,
+no one whom I could trust under all circumstances to protect them from
+every eye; for all my friends run the same risk; any night the police
+may break into their asylum and search their most secret repositories.
+Then I thought of you, Reginchen. No one will ever dream of looking
+here for papers dangerous to the government; your father, though a
+liberal, has always shaken his head at all the plans of socialism. Will
+you do me so great a favor as to keep my legacy and never allow it to
+leave your hands until I write myself and tell you to what address to
+send the pacquet?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She hastily seized the pocketbook with both hands and thrust
+it under
+the thick woolen handkerchief she wore crossed over her shoulders and
+tied in a knot behind. &quot;No living soul shall know anything about it,&quot;
+she said, &quot;it shall be as safe with me as if it were in the bank. But
+oh! Herr Franzelius, have matters really gone so far? Must you go away
+forever?&quot; She hastily passed her hand over her eyes, he must not see
+that they were wet; he was causing her quite too much pain, and she
+seemed to herself a very unhappy creature that all her dreams should be
+so quickly destroyed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Reginchen,&quot; he stammered, &quot;I thank you for your
+sorrow--though--you
+cannot suspect what I feel. You would never have known, if I could have
+remained here--but now--since it can no longer do any harm--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She gazed at him in astonishment with eyes that had suddenly
+become
+dry. &quot;No longer do any harm?&quot; she repeated.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes Reginchen. When I am gone, you will soon forget me, even
+if you
+know that I--that I--but perhaps you do know it already.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I, Herr Franzelius?&quot; Her Eve's nature was again aroused; she
+would not
+make it easy for him, he must speak out. How could he possibly be so
+good an orator, when in her presence he stammered like a school boy?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Reginchen,&quot; said he, drawing a long breath and taking a
+sudden start,
+&quot;if you really have not noticed--and I believe you, for you're
+incapable of dissumulation--I--I have long--for two years--give me your
+hand, Reginchen. You see I've sometimes imagined that some day I should
+be granted the happiness of asking you--and your dear parents--to give
+me this hand for life. I--I have loved you dearly, unspeakably, ever
+since I knew you--and--though I know that I usually have very little
+success--either in life or with women--it often seemed to me--as if you
+too--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He paused and let her hand fall, to take out his handkerchief
+and wipe
+his forehead. The little fair haired deceiver thought it more decorous
+to keep him in suspense a short time, though her whole heart drew her
+toward him and she would gladly have thrown herself into his arms at
+once.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What are you talking about, Herr Franzelius?&quot; she replied,
+half
+pouting. &quot;You have loved me, and now--now it's over. Because you're
+going away, you will leave me behind like a troublesome piece of
+property that won't go into your trunk?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh! Reginchen,&quot; he exclaimed, suddenly gazing at her so
+tenderly that
+she blushed and cast down her eyes, &quot;you're only joking. You know very
+well what I mean, and that I shall never cease to love you far more
+than any one else. If I tear myself away, believe me it's not only
+because I should think it unprincipled--with my uncertain future and
+the destiny which may be in store for me--to ask one so young and so
+unused to want and privation--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh!&quot; she interrupted, &quot;is that all? I've always heard that
+the
+principal thing is for people to love each other. Doesn't Annchen von
+Tharau's song, which you once wrote out for me, say:</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p class="t4">&quot;No matter what tempests may burst overhead,<br>
+We'll cling to each other our pathway to tread--?&quot;</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My darling,&quot; He exclaimed, fairly beside himself with
+delight, while a
+ray of surprise and joy flashed over his gloomy face, &quot;is this true?
+You have--you have remembered this--applied it to me, to us both? Oh! I
+never ventured to hope for so much. My precious Reginchen! And now--how
+happy I should be--if I only dared. Tell me once more, dear precious
+child, is it true? You would have gone with me, if I had proposed
+it--and your parents--But no, tell me nothing! It can do no good, and
+will only make my hard task still harder.&quot; He sank down on a stool by
+the table, and buried his face in his broad hands. Reginchen watched
+him in silence. She could not understand his behavior. What was it that
+stood in the way? Why could it &quot;do no good,&quot; this acknowledgement of
+her love, and her willing offer to go out into the wide world with him?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Suddenly he started up and approaching her said: &quot;Promise me, dear
+Reginchen, that you'll try to forget what I have said. I ought to have
+kept silence; but my feelings overpowered me. And now farewell and make
+<i>him</i> happy. He deserves it more than I, he also loves you truly and
+fondly--though certainly no one in the whole world can hold you dearer
+than I.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He pressed his lips to her hands, then strove to release them
+and rush
+out of the workshop. But Reginchen stopped him. &quot;Dear Herr Franzelius,&quot;
+she said, &quot;if you're in earnest and really love me, why do you grieve
+me so, by telling me things I don't understand, and asking me to make
+somebody else happy when I do not even know of whom you're speaking? I
+love you too, and if it were only my parents--but speak; I don't
+understand a single word of all you have said.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He paused at the door and looked at her in astonishment. &quot;Is
+it
+possible?&quot; said he. &quot;That you have no idea of whom I mean? That you see
+him daily, and yet have never perceived what an impression you have
+made on his heart? I noticed it long ago, and suffered deeply in
+consequence. Oh! Reginchen, you don't know what it is to grudge such a
+friend the love of such a girl, because one loves her himself! And yet
+I know what I owe him, how deeply, perhaps fatally, it would wound him,
+if you and I--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Merciful Heaven!&quot; she suddenly exclaimed, &quot;no, no, it's
+impossible--you can't mean Herr Walter!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And why not?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Pray consider, he's so sickly, do you really believe he ever
+will be
+well again, ever think--dear me, how you startled me! I should never
+have dreamed of such a thing in all my life! Herr Walter!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I know what I know, dear Reginchen,&quot; replied the printer
+sadly. &quot;What
+will be done <i>when</i> he is again well and strong, and whether that will
+ever come to pass--who can tell? But I should be a scoundrel, if I
+caused him who has already suffered so much, even the shadow of a grief
+that I could spare him. Oh! Reginchen, if you knew him thoroughly, the
+noblest, loftiest soul that ever dwelt in a fragile body--you could not
+help loving him as I love him, more than myself, and you would rather
+bear and suffer everything, than cloud even an hour of his life.&quot; Both
+fixed their eyes on the floor. An anxious, oppressive pause followed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So you really think--&quot; Reginchen began; but she did not
+finish the
+sentence.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I'm as sure of his love as of my own,&quot; Franzelius faltered.
+&quot;If I
+could have cherished any doubt, everything would have been proved and
+made plain half an hour ago. I have no right to persuade you to
+anything against which your heart rebels. But I'm sure that now
+you know his secret, it will be impossible for you not to become
+attached to him; he is far more lovable than I, whom only your heavenly
+goodness--perhaps through mistake or accident--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; she eagerly exclaimed, almost ready to cry, &quot;now I must
+speak
+frankly; there was no special goodness about it except your own, and as
+to Herr Walter's being more lovable--dear me it's possible, but I can't
+help it--I'd rather have <i>you</i>; didn't you notice it when you tried on
+the boots, spoke of the stockings--wait, I'll get them right away,
+they've been finished a long time, I hurried so because I thought you'd
+have to go away, though not forever! Dear me, to think I must help you
+now, besides making the stockings.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Girl!&quot; he exclaimed, &quot;you would really--It's too much--oh!
+now I see
+for the first time how happy we might have been.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Who knows what may happen yet,&quot; she said, consoling herself
+as she
+wiped her eyes with her apron; &quot;but wait here five minutes; I've got
+them in my work table. I'll be back again directly. They will certainly
+fit you and keep you warm.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">As she passed close by him and went out of the door, he was
+strongly
+tempted to hurry after her, clasp the beloved form in his arms, and
+imprint his thanks for her gift on her fresh lips. But he was so
+sincere in his purpose of resigning her to his friend, that he did not
+trust himself even to touch her, precisely because he felt that she
+would not have resisted. When she had gone, he sank down on a bench
+like a heavily burdened man and pressed his hands to his eyes. Amid all
+his sorrow, he revelled in the bliss of knowing that she loved him, and
+each word which had assured him of the fact still echoed in his soul.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He was suddenly roused from this happy reverie by a loud cry
+in the
+courtyard, close to the door that opened into the back building. He
+recognized Reginchen's voice, and in mortal terror started up, tore
+open the door, and was about to rush across the entry into the
+courtyard. But a terrible sight checked him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">On the threshold of the back building, which was reached by
+two steps,
+lay Balder, wrapped in his dark cloak and completely insensible. The
+unfortunate youth must have overheard the whole conversation, since he
+had not dared to move lest he should betray his presence. Who would
+undertake to describe the storm that raged in his soul, as silently
+leaning against the wall, he saw all his dearest illusions shattered!
+His still delicate chest heaved and labored till he thought he was
+suffocating, and the idea that the two happy lovers might come out and
+find him there pierced his heart like glowing iron. He had already
+risen to rush out into the street, when her proposal to bring the
+present from the front of the house again bound him to his dark corner.
+But he thought he would take advantage of the few minutes before her
+return. As soon as she had disappeared in the passage, he hastily
+dragged himself to the door--clinging to the wall as his limbs refused
+to support him, in order to reach the staircase that led to his room.
+But just as he had gained the second step, his strength failed, a
+stream of blood gushed from his lips, and he fell fainting on the
+threshold.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When Reginchen returned with the little package, she started
+at the
+sight of the dark mass that barred her way, but when she recognized the
+fair hair and saw the dark stains on the stones close by, she lost all
+composure and screamed for help as piteously as if she herself had been
+stabbed to the heart. She did not exchange a word or glance with the
+friend who came hurrying out. In the twinkling of an eye everything
+became clear to her, and she shrank like a criminal from the eyes of
+her fellow culprit. They carried the unconscious sufferer, who only
+uttered low moans, up the stairs and laid him carefully on his bed. In
+the midst of their efforts to restore him to consciousness, while still
+fearing that he might open his eyes and see them both at his side,
+Edwin returned and entered the room in the highest spirits.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">With what anguish the sight that met his gaze overwhelmed him,
+they
+only can understand, who have lived long enough to experience the cruel
+mockery with which fate delights in suddenly hurling mortals from the
+greatest happiness into the deepest misery.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER VI.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">After Christiane had seen the couple in the carriage and fled
+from the
+wide avenue into the more densely wooded portions of the park, she had
+wandered about for hours without aim or object, at times pausing
+breathless to rest upon some bench.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The fog had become so impenetrable that the crescent of the
+moon hung a
+pale line of light in the grey sky and total darkness brooded over the
+intricate paths of the Thiergarten. It was no night for a solitary
+pedestrian, but she met no one, and she felt no fear. What indeed could
+happen to her? To be sure she might be attacked, robbed, or even killed
+by some drunken vagabond. But she was quite willing to run the risk of
+this, and the thought of other dangers to which a woman might be
+exposed in such a nocturnal ramble did not alarm her. When Adèle had
+once asked how she dared to go out so boldly at all hours of the
+evening, she replied: &quot;I always go about with my face unveiled, I need
+no better protection.&quot; To-night in particular, with all the tortures of
+a hopeless love in her heart, she had become more firmly convinced than
+ever that she was a discarded step-child of Mother Nature condemned to
+perpetuate self-sacrifice; she felt a sort of bitter pleasure in the
+thought that she had nothing in common with the rest of mankind, either
+in love or hatred, but was as it were a peculiar being, allied to
+unknown creatures of darkness, who were as ugly as she, and therefore
+wise enough to avoid the daylight. In this wild mood which gradually
+obtained more and more the mastery over her, she would scarcely have
+been alarmed, if at some crossing in the paths she had chanced upon a
+crowd of spectres and been bidden to make one of their company.
+Anything would be better than to return to mankind, the best and
+noblest of whom had always made her the most miserable without even
+suspecting the fact. She shed no tears; all personal feelings--love for
+Edwin, jealousy of the beautiful girl--receded farther and farther into
+the background of her thoughts; only her own destiny, the world in
+which her fervid heart was languishing, the tortures of a lost youth,
+the dread of a lonely and loveless old age,--these rose in ghostly,
+exaggerated outlines before her soul, and from time to time extorted
+from her a cry, that in the deep silence startled even herself.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When she came to the fish ponds, above which floated still
+denser fogs,
+she involuntarily paused. For a long time she stood and gazed at the
+dense whiteness which never shifted and which seemed to be waiting for
+some wearied, hunted human life to find rest in its depths. But her
+seething blood, inflamed by the unusual indulgence in wine, recoiled
+from the thought of such an end. Mechanically and without thinking of
+what she was doing, she picked up a stone from the roadside and threw
+it into the mist-veiled water. The sullen plash of its fall recalled
+her to herself. She drew a long breath, trembled, wrapped her cloak
+closer around her, and then walked away more slowly than before, but
+taking a direct lane toward the city, which she reached in half an
+hour.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In the wild chaos of thoughts that filled her mind as she
+went, there
+was one fixed resolution, to which she constantly returned: to-morrow
+she would leave the house where she lodged, engage other rooms, and
+then consider whether it would not be better to turn her back upon the
+city altogether and seek some corner of the world where life would be
+quite destitute of charm, nature most barren, and men utterly wretched.
+Invalids often go to springs merely to find companions in suffering and
+thus make their condition more endurable. Why should not the miserable
+avoid the neighborhood of the happy, in order to bear their burdens
+more easily among those who are wretched likewise?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">As she entered the little courtyard of the house in the
+Dorotheenstrasse, she noticed that there was a light in her room; but
+thought the maid servant, who waited upon her and had a second key, was
+probably doing something there and unsuspiciously ascended the stairs.
+She had been unable to make up her mind to look at Edwin's windows.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">On reaching her door, however, she did not find the key in the
+lock.
+&quot;Perhaps the girl has only lighted the lamp and gone out again,&quot; she
+thought, as she hastily opened it. The little ante-room was dark and
+nothing was moving there, so she hastily opened the door of her sitting
+and sleeping room, but paused on the threshold in astonishment when she
+saw Lorinser sitting in a corner of the sofa, holding on his knees a
+book, from which he did not even raise his eyes at her entrance.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The little lamp with the green shade was burning on the table
+beside
+him and illumined the strongly marked countenance with its high, smooth
+forehead and firm mouth. No expression betrayed any special agitation
+of mind, and when he at last raised his eyes and fixed them on the dark
+figure of the woman who stood on the threshold in silence, gazing at
+him as if she could not believe her own eyes, no stranger would have
+suspected that he was a guest playing master of the house in the
+presence of the real occupant, so perfectly unembarrassed was the smile
+with which he greeted the newcomer.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Good evening,&quot; said he, &quot;you are late. Excuse me for having
+made
+myself comfortable here during your absence; I provided for plenty of
+light and warmth, and have whiled away the long hours--But my God!&quot; he
+exclaimed, suddenly interrupting himself, &quot;how you look, Christiane!
+You're deadly pale and trembling from head to foot--take off your damp
+cloak--come--here's a warm place in the sofa corner--will you tell me
+where your tea pot is? You must get warm again--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Leave me!&quot; she hoarsely exclaimed, repelling the hands that
+tried to
+clasp her cold fingers. &quot;I need no one--I'm perfectly well--it's only
+surprise, indignation, at finding you here after I've plainly told you
+that I did not desire your visits, that I would never receive you
+again.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That's the very reason I've come,&quot; he replied in the calmest
+tone,
+while his eyes wandered toward the ceiling. &quot;You've expelled me as we
+only expel one whom we deeply hate or--love a little, and therefore
+fear. Do you suppose a man will endure this, without at least making an
+endeavor to discover in which of the two situations he stands? I at
+least, even if you were not what you are to me, am not the man to obey
+blindly. I've had no rest, Christiane, that's why you see me here with
+but one question on my lips; when I have the answer, I'll go. But we
+must understand each other.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She had sunk into a chair, which stood beside the window. The
+damp
+cloak still hung over her shoulders, but she had hastily removed her
+hat as if the strings choked her. As she now sat gazing into vacancy,
+he supposed that she was reflecting upon his words. But it was only
+because she heard Edwin's step overhead, and all her former emotions
+again awoke. She forgot that Lorinser had asked her a question, nay
+even that he was in the room.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You delay your answer, Christiane,&quot; he began again. &quot;I don't
+wonder at
+it and greatly as I desire to have a clear understanding between us, I
+have no wish to hasten this explanation. Perhaps the most favorable
+thing for which I can hope, is to have your soul hover in a sort of
+twilight, so strangely compounded of sullen hate and dawning affection,
+that neither can gain the victory. Such a condition may be singular and
+mysterious to your strong nature, which is usually so quick to decide;
+you think you can shake it off by ridding yourself of the man who
+causes the mood. You're mistaken, Christiane. You may deceive yourself:
+I know that I'm already too near to you to be crowded out of your life
+so easily. You must go on until you arrive at either hate or love. No
+one capable of a real emotion, has ever yet had a half feeling toward
+me.&quot; He had approached nearer and was standing beside her with folded
+arms, gazing at her face which in profile was distinctly relieved
+against the dark curtain. His vicinity, his low, quiet words, the
+firmness with which he asserted his position, angered her more and
+more. With a quick indignant gesture, she threw her cloak over the back
+of the chair and rose.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I must earnestly beg you to leave me,&quot; said she. &quot;Only on
+condition
+that you respect my wishes now, will I consent to take no farther
+notice of the manner in which you've intruded here. If you were as well
+acquainted with human nature as you profess to be, you would give up
+the crazy idea that I could ever give you any power over me either for
+good or evil. Our characters are entirely unlike.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You talk like a child,&quot; he answered quietly, &quot;or you don't
+know what
+you're saying. If the difference between us were not as wide as heaven
+and hell, we never could be anything to each other. Only opposite poles
+attract each other, simply because they seem to repel. Can there be a
+victory without a conflict? What you are to me, Christiane, I know only
+too well. What I am or shall be to you--you will soon learn, though you
+may now thrust the knowledge ever so far away. Or do you know another
+man,&quot; he continued gazing steadily into her face, &quot;who in the hour when
+you are forsaken by all, when you feel more wretched than you have ever
+felt before, would come to you and offer you his hand to save you, who
+could again make desirable the life you would fain throw away as a
+worthless possession?&quot; A lightning like glance from her gloomy eyes
+fell upon him. Contrary to his usual custom, he endured it and could
+not conceal his exultation; his bold shaft had struck the sore spot in
+her heart.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Who has told you that I am miserable?&quot; she passionately
+exclaimed.
+&quot;And if it be true how do you know that I would not a thousand times
+rather remain unhappy than be rescued by you and your God? If you're
+right in supposing that all mankind has abandoned me, do you wish to
+rob me of what is yet left to me, my own individuality, my freedom, my
+solitude, in which I need answer to no one for my suffering? You've
+asked me the nature of the feeling that holds me aloof from you. It is
+this: I've a <i>horror</i> of you! In the first hour of our acquaintance I
+detected in you the demon to whom nothing is sacred, not even the grief
+of a poor unhappy woman; who merely to gratify his selfishness, would
+fain obtain the mastery over everything, and therefore does not even
+think what others despise or overlook--a creature so destitute of all
+joys as I--too insignificant to be made useful. But you're mistaken,
+and neither your heaven nor your hell will help you; this is the last
+time you'll ever see me, as truly--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Silence!&quot; he imperiously exclaimed. &quot;Do not forswear your own
+salvation, do not conjure up the fiends who are lying in wait for
+souls. And moreover no such vows are needed. Believe me, Christiane, I
+too have pride, and strength to suffer for its sake, and if I speak in
+vain to-day, it will be my turn to avoid you. But you must listen now.
+You're too just to condemn me unheard.&quot; He drew a long breath, as if he
+were obliged to gather fresh courage for what he wanted to say. Then
+suddenly in his softest voice, into which when he chose he could throw
+an almost magical influence, he continued: &quot;Sit down quietly; I will
+try to be brief. But you are greatly exhausted. You have just suffered
+bitterly again; do not deny it, Christiane, my longing jealous heart,
+makes my eyes keen; I could not tell you what or whom it was that
+caused you pain, but your soul is still trembling from the effects of
+this blow. Is not it so?&quot; He relapsed into silence and watched her
+intently. She was gazing into vacancy but her lips quivered. &quot;You're a
+fiend,&quot; she murmured. &quot;But go on--go on--! let us get to the end.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To the end?&quot; said he. &quot;Oh! Christiane, if you were only more
+gentle,
+if your grief had not made you insensible to the pain of others, you
+would spare me further words. Have I not already told you, that from
+the first moment I saw you I recognized the inevitable destiny that
+bound me to you, and have vainly striven with all the powers of the
+soul and mind to escape the thraldom? I have concealed from myself
+nothing that could help to stifle such a flame--your obstinacy, your
+atheism, your indifference to all that usually charms and misleads your
+sex. I have told myself that I had no happiness to expect from this
+love, no future, no help for my own needs; the thirst for rule which
+you falsely impute to me--or no, let me confess it, which perhaps
+usually sways me--was never so ignominiously baffled as by you.
+Everything that can offend the vanity, the pride, even the honor of a
+man, or repel his affection, I have experienced at your hands. And now,
+Christiane, I ask you on your conscience: do you doubt the power of
+nature, or as I call it, the mystical force, which alone is capable, in
+spite of everything, of bringing me back to your feet? I was fully
+prepared to be misunderstood, reproached, abused. But that is the very
+miracle of love: it prefers to be trampled under foot by the beloved
+object, rather than caressed by an indifferent hand. Now have you still
+the heart to call me a fiend, only anxious to get your soul into his
+power? Your soul? oh God! I have given up the hope of winning it, spite
+of the pain it has cost me, I despair of initiating you into the depths
+of my life with God, making you a sharer in the bliss of my fears and
+longings. But believe me, Christiane, there is an earthly compensation
+for the highest divine ecstacies, of which all minds are not capable, a
+compensation which matures the soul and at the same time prepares it
+for higher degrees of knowledge: the blending of spiritual and sensual
+passion, that thrills me with ardent yearning if I only touch your
+hand, meet your eyes, feel your breath on my face. No one, no matter
+how much he may have suffered, issues from this bath of the soul
+unrejuvenated and unrefreshed, and indeed, my friend, for your own sake
+I wish you had the courage to rush with closed eyes into the flames
+from which the poor mortal creature, purged from all the dross of
+earthly sorrow, emerges purified as a new, divinely consoled being.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;This is the mystery,&quot; he continued as she was still silent:
+&quot;no one
+comes to the Father save by the Son, no one can understand heavenly
+love who closes the heart to earthly affection. You have not found your
+God, my friend, because you would not yield to the power of your
+god-<i>man</i>, your Saviour, who would have delivered you from yourself. Do
+you know for what sin Lucifer was expelled from the presence of the
+eternal one? He wished to remain in presumptuous innocence, disdained
+to submit to the power of love. Now he is freezing amid his flames, as
+you, Christiane, shiver with cold while your whole nature is on fire.
+Oh! my friend, you are silent. Would that I had an angel's tongue to
+win from your soul some echo, thaw your frozen heart. You say you have
+a horror of me. Oh! it is not of me, the poor weak man, whom a single
+glance of yours can curb; you dread your own fall, which must precede
+your deliverance, the loss by which you are to gain, the death through
+which you must live. 'So a heart trembles at the approach of love, as
+if it were menaced by death.' But you have a strong soul, Christiane,
+you will shake off this cowardice and risk all to gain all, death for
+life, sin for mercy, hate for love--</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I knew it,&quot; he whispered, and his voice grew almost mournful,
+without
+losing its passionate impetuosity, &quot;when I first saw you and my heart
+instantly whispered your destiny: I knew this hour would come,
+resolutely as you might struggle, painful as were the thorns pride
+thrust into my soul. I have seen you from the beginning as I behold you
+now, and could not help secretly laughing at your foolish anguish,
+because you did not believe yourself formed to awaken love. You, whose
+looks and words and gestures have haunted me day and night, inflamed my
+blood as no woman ever had power to do! You, who hate me, <i>believe</i> you
+hate me--for this horror is only the mother of longing--have poisoned
+my dreams with cruel tortures and made my waking hours miserable. If
+you knew all that from childish pride I have concealed from you--fool
+that I am, only to writhe the more helplessly at your feet waiting for
+mercy or sentence! And the omnipotent one knows that but one thought,
+one voice in my heart gave me courage to endure all this: the thought
+that the hour would come when you would suddenly melt, and swept away
+by the same storm, say to me: 'You have suffered enough, take me. Let
+us perish to live again in each other!'&quot; He had bent nearer and nearer
+to her, his lips almost touched her hair, his gaze rested on her brow,
+which was damp as if from mortal agony, and she had closed her eyes as
+if fainting. As she still remained motionless, a sudden terror seized
+upon him. &quot;Christiane!&quot; he cried, clasping her impetuously in his arms
+and seeking her lips with his. But at this moment he was violently
+thrust back. She had sprung from her chair and retreated a step. In the
+dim light of the lamp he saw her eyes wide open and fixed with an
+indescribable expression upon vacancy.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're a fiend!&quot; she exclaimed. &quot;Leave me instantly! if you
+have the
+Satanic courage to utter another word, I will throw the window open and
+rouse the quiet night with shrieks of murder. Do you hear what I say?
+If your own honor is not as indifferent to you as mine, go--go--GO!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She uttered the last word in so loud a tone, and waved her
+hand so
+imperiously toward the door, that he remained silent. Yet he did not
+seem to be deeply agitated; nay even a smile hovered around his lips as
+he took his hat and overcoat from the sofa, bowed carelessly, and with
+a &quot;good night&quot; left the room. She heard him open the door that led into
+the entry and slam it violently after him, but could not distinguish
+his steps on the stairs. She was aware of his noiseless tread, however,
+and so at last believed herself alone. But the solitude only enabled
+her to collect her thoughts, and they made her still more wretched. She
+sank back into her chair, and the grief and anguish so painfully
+repressed found vent in passionate tears.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">What had she been forced to hear! Although indignant at the
+art with
+which the gloomy fanatic blended the highest with the basest things,
+the divinest impulses with the maddest desires, striving with subtle
+boldness to lull to sleep the pure voice of the soul: was it not
+passion, she asked herself, that blazed within him, the language of
+unbridled love, which risks all to attain its object, and summons hell
+as well as heaven to its aid? Then she was not too repulsive to kindle
+such a fire, there was one man who would dare all for her, whom neither
+her hatred nor abhorrence could restrain from persecuting her with his
+ardent longings! From the chill in which she had shivered during her
+long walk through the misty night, into what a fiery gulf was she now
+hurled! or no, not yet into the blazing abyss, but the flames that rose
+from it were near enough to make her gasp for breath. She could not sit
+still in her chair, the air was so oppressively sultry; she opened the
+window, but instantly closed it again, as the fog, cold and damp as the
+atmosphere of a tomb, floated into the room making her shiver. Long
+before this the little fire in the stove had gone out, now the lamp
+failed also. She was in darkness, but she did not heed it. Pacing to
+and fro, absorbed in a chaos of thoughts, she mechanically loosened one
+article of clothing after another, letting each lie, where it fell.
+While thus groping about, she found herself beside her bed and sank
+down upon it. &quot;To sleep!&quot; she said aloud, and started at the sound of
+her own voice, then hastily cowered under the quilt as if for
+concealment. But she could not close her eyes; they burned too
+painfully after the long walk through the foggy night. She could not
+banish from her thoughts the eyes of the dangerous man she had just
+driven away; nothing availed her; they flashed upon her everywhere,
+even from the darkness and through her closed lids. In her terror she
+tried to banish the spectre by a spell which had never yet failed her,
+by conjuring up Edwin's form before her mind. Now even this was
+useless: with all her efforts, she could not recall the features that
+were usually so distinct; but Toinette's lovely face suddenly came
+uppermost in her mind, so bright and smiling that she felt a sharp
+pang, and drew the coverlid over her eyes to shut out the memory. The
+next instant she again threw it back, raised her head from the pillow
+and sat up, as if suffocating. A weary moan escaped her lips, she threw
+her bare arm over her face and buried her teeth in her own flesh until
+the keen agony recalled her to consciousness.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He was right,&quot; she said to herself, &quot;there is but one magic,
+the magic
+of sin. A God now, to whom one could pray: Deliver us from evil--but a
+God, who must first be implored--!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She sat erect bewildered with anguish, her heart throbbing
+stormily;
+then gradually she sank back, into a recumbent posture, and at last
+fell into a half slumber. The night seemed yet more silent, the world
+seemed dead, and only she with her unappeased longing for happiness,
+could not perish. Suddenly she fancied that she heard a strange
+crackling sound, as if a bat were fluttering over the floor. A shudder
+ran through her frame; she could not move, her limbs seemed paralyzed
+by approaching death.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Who is there?&quot; she cried. No answer.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Is there any one in the room?&quot; All was still as death.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I am delirious,&quot; she said to herself. &quot;Oh! this long night!
+If morning
+would only come. Oh! for sleep--for one hour's sleep!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She buried her head in the pillows and at last really fell
+asleep. In
+her dreams she met Edwin, and his manner toward her was different from
+what it had ever been. He smiled at her with his happiest look, and
+then grew grave again exactly as he had done when she had watched his
+reflection in the mirror, while he sat opposite to the beautiful girl.
+But now all his whispers and fond glances were directed toward her. Her
+heart would not believe it, it must be a dream, a voice ever repeated
+in her ear; but he talked so persistently and entreatingly, with looks
+and tones of such ardent passion, only, strange to say, in the exact
+words she had just heard from Lorinser, that intoxicated with delight,
+she could no longer strive against the miracle. Beloved by him! A
+thrill of joy made her tremble. She saw him bend over her, felt his
+breath on her face, her burning lips half parted in the empty gloom and
+murmured wild words----</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A piercing shriek suddenly rang through the silent house, a
+shriek
+which in its terrible shrillness sounded so little like the accents of
+a human voice, that the sleepers whose ears it reached only started a
+moment, and then as all remained still, quietly relapsed into slumber
+again, believing it to be some dream or illusion of the senses. Up in
+the &quot;tun&quot; Balder moved in his restless sleep, and asked if he had
+screamed so himself. Mohr had sprung from his chair and was trembling
+from head to foot. He thought he had distinctly heard the terrible cry
+proceed from the room beneath. &quot;Let me go down,&quot; he whispered to Edwin.
+&quot;It sounded as if some one were shrieking for help against an
+assassin.&quot; Edwin stopped him. &quot;Where do you want to go?&quot; he whispered.
+&quot;If it were she, perhaps she has thus relieved her heart of some heavy
+burden.&quot; They listened intently, but all below remained as still as
+death. Mohr gradually grew calm and continued to renew for Balder the
+applications of ice.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But the old maid-servant, who had come up the steep stairs
+with her
+little lamp for the last time, to ask if anything was wanted, was just
+passing Christiane's door when the terrible cry of mortal agony and
+wild despair fell on her ear. The kind hearted woman also thought that
+some sudden pain had attacked the young lady, but did not hesitate an
+instant to open the door with the pass key she always carried, and
+hastily enter the room.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When the light of her little lamp streamed far before her into
+the dark
+ante-chamber, the old woman remained standing on the threshold as if
+petrified, unable to take a single step forward or backward. She saw
+Fräulein Christiane standing motionless with bare feet, beside the wall
+at the head of the bed, the coverlid closely wrapped around her, her
+unbound hair streaming over her shoulders, her right arm with the
+fingers of the hand extended, stretched out before her, her eyes,
+dilated so that the whites glittered in the light, fixed in a rigid
+stare on the dark figure of a man, who also stood motionless in the
+middle of the room. Not a syllable was uttered. A stifled cry, like a
+rattling in the throat, came from Christiane, and from the spot where
+the man stood a sound very like the grinding of teeth. The man then
+turned, noiselessly and with apparent calmness, and seemed to be
+looking for something on the floor; then waving one hand toward the
+wall, and concealing his face with the other, he kept his back toward
+the little lamp, and glided bare headed past the old woman out into the
+dark entry.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At the same moment the white figure beside the bed sank down,
+and as
+the old servant rushed forward, the light fell upon a face deadly pale
+and distorted by the wildest convulsions of human agony.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER VII.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">Day had scarcely dawned, when the door of the tun was softly
+opened and
+Heinrich Mohr's herculean figure appeared on the threshold; he took
+leave of Edwin with a silent pressure of the hand. When, late in the
+evening, he had come to the house to see whether Christiane had
+returned in safety, he was soothed by the light in her window, and went
+up stairs to pay Balder a visit and calm his excited nerves by a game
+of chess. When he heard what had occurred and saw the poor young
+fellow's condition, he could not be dissuaded from watching with him
+through the night. Franzelius had rushed off for the doctor as soon as
+Edwin returned. He found Marquard's doors locked, his master would
+probably not come home that night, the servant said with a significant
+smile. Another doctor, the best that could be procured, was then
+summoned and prescribed the necessary remedies. After this the night
+passed quietly without incident. The friends, both equally moved by
+this vicissitude of fate, scarcely exchanged a word during the long
+hours, but sat side by side on the bench by the turning lathe, each
+with a book which neither read, listening to the irregular breathing of
+the invalid. Toward morning, the slumber produced by opium seemed to
+pass into a healthy, natural sleep, and Edwin now insisted that Mohr
+should go home and make up part of the rest he had lost, begging him
+first to leave at Toinette's lodgings a note, which contained the
+following lines:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Do not expect me to-day. Whilst I was eagerly imbibing full
+draughts
+from the cup of life, death knocked at our door. We still hope to
+defend our citadel against him, but until we are entirely sure of doing
+so, I shall not leave my post at Balder's side. Whether or not I can
+forget you in any fate that may befall me, you well know. I shall send
+you messages from time to time. If you want any books, please inform
+me.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>The envy of the</i> '<i>so-called gods</i>' <i>has this time produced
+a master
+piece.</i></p>
+
+<p class="right">&quot;Edwin.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When Mohr passed Christiane's door, he was on the point of ringing her
+bell, but it occurred to him that it was not yet six o'clock. But he
+came back again during the forenoon. He had scarcely been able to sleep
+an hour; a strange anxiety urged him to return to the house in
+Dorotheenstrasse, which contained all that was dear to him. As he
+vainly pulled Christiane's bell for the third time, the maid-servant
+came up the stair's bringing Edwin's dinner; (Reginchen would not
+appear.) The woman was evidently confused when Mohr hastily asked where
+the young lady had gone and when she would return. Fräulein Christiane
+had gone out early in the morning, she answered sulkily, she couldn't
+say where. She didn't trouble herself about the lodgers.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He was not particularly surprised; only it was disagreeable to
+be thus
+compelled to wait before he could see her again. But as he intended to
+stay in the tun for the day and night, he hoped at any rate to hear
+when she returned.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">On going up stairs he found Marquard, who tried to put the
+best
+possible face on matters.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There's no immediate danger,&quot; he said in a low tone, while
+Balder was
+sleeping, &quot;if he will only keep quiet and not play any more tricks.
+What the devil induced him, instead of taking a little ride in the
+sunshine, to venture alone into the city and wander about the foggy
+streets till he was warm and tired.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">That he had done this, Balder had written with a trembling
+hand on a
+scrap of paper, for which he asked Edwin as soon as he awoke, as if by
+his written testimony to remove all suspicion of any other cause.
+Franzelius, who came up a moment to inquire about his health, and
+scarcely dared to look the invalid in the face, had kept silence. And
+indeed he knew nothing definite; he left after insisting that he must
+be permitted to watch the following night. There was no longer any
+mention of his fixed idea that he was pursued.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Here was a fresh instance of the power a pure and noble soul
+can exert
+over coarser natures. There was not a loud word heard in the house;
+everybody moved about on tiptoe; a Sabbath-like stillness pervaded the
+workshop beneath, only interrupted by the smothered grumbling of the
+head journeyman, if the apprentice who was sent up stairs in his
+stocking feet every two hours to inquire about Balder, remained too
+long. Even the old gentleman in the second story had been to the tun in
+person to express his sympathy for Edwin, and Madame Feyertag, the only
+person who succeeded in seeing the patient, came down with tearful eyes
+and declared that he looked like a young Saviour, and it was heart
+rending to see such a picture of a man suffer so terribly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Reginchen, as has already been mentioned, did not appear. The
+maid-servant said she was ill. Such a thing was hard to imagine, but no
+one had much thought for anything except whether Balder would ever rise
+from his bed again.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">We must, however, except Heinrich Mohr, who in the deathlike
+stillness
+of the house listened for nothing more anxiously than the sound of
+Christiane's door. But there was no movement or sound beneath, though
+hour after hour elapsed and she had never before remained absent
+without informing the pupils who came to take lessons at the house, and
+who were dismissed to-day by the old servant, with a shrug of the
+shoulders. The uncertainty became harder and harder to bear. He had
+never passed hours so full of torture as these in the quiet sick room,
+beside the friend to whom he could not even speak of his fears, for
+Edwin's sole anxiety was for his brother.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Evening had already come, when Mohr with a beating heart
+suddenly heard
+a carriage drive up the street and directly after rapid steps cross the
+courtyard. Now the first flight of stairs creaked, a woman's light
+footsteps could be heard upon them; they paused at the first landing
+but Christiane's room was not the goal, for with light cautious steps
+the late visitor mounted higher, reached the door of the tun, and
+tapped lightly on it.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin who was sitting beside the lamp, dozing a little after
+his
+sleepless night, instantly started up. &quot;Come in!&quot; he called softly,
+forgetting that no one was allowed to enter the sick room. The door
+opened, and Toinette's slender figure, wrapped in a silk cloak, glided
+noiselessly in. Her first glance lighted upon the bed where Balder was
+quietly sleeping, then she laid her finger on her lips and nodded to
+the two friends, who had started from their chairs and were gazing at
+her in astonishment.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Toinette--you here!--you've come yourself!&quot; exclaimed Edwin.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Hush!&quot; she answered. &quot;He's asleep, I'm going away again
+directly. But
+I couldn't rest, I was determined to see how bad matters were. You
+wrote me such a short note, that I haven't got over my fright yet. Tell
+me, is he out of danger?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;We hope so. But won't you sit down?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, no,&quot; she answered, now for the first time glancing around
+the
+dimly lighted room, with an involuntary sigh which betrayed to Edwin
+how poor and uninviting the famous &quot;tun&quot; appeared to her. &quot;I shall
+disturb you!&quot; she added in a whisper. &quot;Only let me look at him once
+more. Thank you,&quot; she added to Mohr, who had moved the lamp nearer the
+sleeper. For a few moments all three were silent.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He's very handsome!&quot; she said softly. &quot;What a gentle face! So
+that is
+your brother! Do you know I should have known it instantly, though you
+don't look at all alike. What pretty slender hands, one would never
+think they had learned a trade; but he's moving, as if in pain; take
+the lamp away, we mustn't wake him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Won't you not at least sit down a moment?&quot; pleaded Edwin, who
+could
+hardly restrain his feelings. &quot;I can't offer you a sofa though. Neither
+philosophy nor the turning lathe has progressed so far as that.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, I can't stay. I kept the droschky waiting at the door
+because I
+only wanted to inquire in person. What a terrible attack! But at least
+he does not suffer. What does the doctor say?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At this moment the invalid moved his head, raised it a little
+from the
+pillow, and slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was fixed upon Toinette,
+whom he seemed to notice with quiet curiosity, but without surprise.
+Whether he took her for some dream-vision, or whether he was really
+awake, they could not tell. &quot;How sweet those violets smell!&quot; he
+murmured. &quot;Is it Spring already?&quot; A faint smile lighted up his face and
+then died away. Slowly, as if closed by some stranger's hand, his
+eyelids drooped, and with a heavy sigh he sank back upon the pillows.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He thinks he has seen a vision, and will dream on about it,&quot;
+whispered
+Edwin. &quot;I wonder if he will remember you to-morrow.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Don't tell him I was here,&quot; Toinette replied quickly, drawing
+her hood
+over her head. &quot;Goodnight. I'm glad I've seen him, I really could not
+have slept without it.&quot; Mohr silently bowed. Meantime Edwin had lighted
+a small lamp and was prepared to accompany her down stairs.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I'm making you a great deal of trouble,&quot; she said as she
+slowly
+descended the rickety steps, &quot;but one might easily break one's neck
+here. And then, I've something to tell you, a request to make, but you
+mustn't be angry with me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What can I do for you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It's not for me, it's for your brother. Things must not go on
+so, he
+ought to have a change, he can't spend the winter in that oppressive
+atmosphere. I'm angry with myself for having managed so badly, lived so
+recklessly. A fortnight ago I should have been twice as rich. But
+you'll certainly treat me like an old friend and take what I have, that
+he may go to some warmer climate, if not to Cairo or Madeira.&quot; He stood
+still on the stairs. The hand which held the light trembled.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And you, Toinette? What is to become of you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That's a matter of no consequence. Surely you know that 'My
+Highness'
+must end sooner or later, and I shall not have been utterly useless at
+last.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Toinette! What are you saying! You're jesting, and I--in all
+seriousness, do you suppose I would accept your offer?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You would be very unwise if you did not. Do you call yourself
+a
+philosopher and still cling to such foolish prejudices? What can one
+human being give another that deserves less thanks than miserable
+money? I thought you despised it as much as I. But I see you're no
+wiser than other men, who don't hesitate a moment to take everything
+from a girl, love and life and honor, but who when the point in
+question concerns a few paltry pieces of money, become stiff-necked
+from an incomprehensible pride. Go! I see you don't love your brother
+even as well as I do.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In her indignation she ran down the stairs and crossed the
+courtyard so
+rapidly, that in following her his candle was blown out.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">As he helped her into the carriage, he whispered: &quot;We'll
+discuss this
+matter another time. But whatever I do or leave undone, I thank you,
+Toinette, thank you from the bottom of my heart, for having been so
+sisterly, so kind, so--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Hush,&quot; she said. &quot;Go back to your ugly tun again. I'm not at
+all
+satisfied with you, and am not to be conciliated by fine words so
+easily. Reflect until to-morrow. I shall see you again toward evening.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, dearest,&quot; he answered hastily, &quot;you must not do that.
+Beautiful
+and worthy of you as it was to cast aside all scruples to-day, you must
+not again expose yourself to gossip without cause. Did you see good
+Madame Feyertag's face as we passed the shop door? I can't bear to have
+people form such an opinion of you, and besides--suppose he should see
+you when in the full possession of his senses and fall in love with
+you? One fever is enough isn't it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're a fool,&quot; she answered laughing, but instantly becoming
+grave
+again; &quot;but if you'll write every day and give a full, very full
+account of him, I'll stay at home. But reflect upon what I said to you.
+Good night.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The droschky drove away, and Edwin looked after it till the
+dim lamps
+vanished around the corner. For the first time in all these weeks it
+did not seem to him impossible, but rather it seemed a blissful
+certainty, that the ice between them would be broken and a spring time
+arrive, which would make amends for all his tortures. At this moment
+everything, even Balder's fate, receded into the background. Bare
+headed and without a cloak, he stood for a long time in the gloomy
+street, as if intoxicated by contending emotions, and did not feel the
+first flakes of a November snow storm fluttering down upon him.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER VIII.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">Christiane did not return home at all that night.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mohr, who had insisted that Franzelius must exchange with him
+and give
+him the night watch, again sat at the window through all the long dark
+hours uttering not a word, his eyes fixed steadily upon the door into
+the courtyard. When Edwin, toward morning, started from a short
+slumber, he found him still in the same position; his eyes were red and
+fixed, his face grey and haggard. He gave contradictory, half comical,
+half sulky answers, and altogether behaved so strangely, that Edwin,
+who had no suspicion of his state of mind, declared he was sick and
+insisted that he must go directly home and to bed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He obeyed as mechanically as an automaton. In the courtyard
+below, the
+maid-servant met him, and he learned from her that Madame Feyertag had
+received a note from Fräulein Christiane early that morning: the young
+lady had been obliged to set out on a journey very suddenly, and it was
+uncertain when she would return.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mohr nodded and acted as if the news had no special interest
+for him.
+Nevertheless he entered the shop, where Madame Feyertag was standing,
+under the pretext of inquiring for Reginchen's health. She was getting
+better, her mother said; it was only affectation, the whimsical child
+seemed to think it a joke to fold her hands in her lap and let herself
+be nursed. Then the conversation turned upon the music teacher, and her
+note was shown. It was written in pencil, evidently in great agitation,
+but afforded no farther clue.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Herr Feyertag also came in. He was very much depressed and his
+Schopenhauer wisdom seemed to have left him entirely in the lurch, for
+his whole heart was bound up in Reginchen, and this was the first time
+the child had caused him the slightest anxiety. He did not speak very
+kindly of Christiane, for whom he had always expressed the highest
+esteem. He would never let an interesting woman lodge in his house
+again. That had hitherto been his maxim, for women must above all
+things be women, and the strong minded ones, who lived alone, played on
+the piano, and were taken up with the sorrows of the world, did not
+exactly belong to the &quot;weaker sex&quot;--with or without moustaches--His
+good wife cast a significant glance at him, and shrugging her shoulders
+said &quot;We know why you prefer weak women, Feyertag. Instead of talking
+such stupid nonsense, you ought to go to the police and ask if they
+know anything.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The faithful friend left the house with a still heavier heart.
+He told
+himself many times, that all this was perfectly intelligible, that
+nothing was more natural than this sudden departure, that the movements
+of musicians were perfectly unaccountable, and November weather no
+hindrance if the point in question were a duty toward friends and
+relatives. Might not a sick friend have summoned her, or her assistance
+been requested at some concert in the country? Nothing was more
+probable. And yet, when he thought of her passionate outburst in the
+Pagoda, her sudden disappearance--why, if all were well, should he have
+this heavy heart, why should he be visited with this mysterious
+anxiety, which oppressed his breath, and aroused a hundred sorrowful
+ideas?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He got through the day as well as he could, found an
+opportunity to
+question Adèle, who also had not seen her friend since the excursion,
+and, as it grew dark, betook himself once more to the tun, where he
+felt most at ease. If she returned, he would at least be near her and
+would know it; this was his secret thought.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The day seemed to have passed tolerably well. Marquard was
+satisfied,
+Edwin said. How Balder felt when not asleep, was difficult to
+determine. He had not said anything except that he was very
+comfortable, but they knew him well, he had always concealed his
+sufferings. Fortunately he slept most of the time, and without
+narcotics. Entire exhaustion of all the vital powers seemed to have
+followed the attack.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He was still sleeping, when in the evening a very timid knock
+summoned
+Edwin to the door. In the passage outside, where a small lamp lighted
+the stairs, stood a figure wrapped in a narrow, old-fashioned cloak,
+with a high collar, in whom Edwin did not recognize the zaunkönig until
+the embarrassed little gentleman mentioned his name.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He had only heard of Balder's serious illness that noon, when
+one of
+the apprentices brought him a pair of shoes, but had had no rest since,
+and his daughter and Frau Valentin who was with them, had both urged
+him to inquire immediately in person. He was also to ask whether the
+ladies could be of any assistance in nursing or sending delicacies;
+Frau Valentin placed at their disposal her whole store of jellies and
+her cook, who had had a great deal of experience in preparing food for
+the sick. He said all this in such an earnest, beseeching tone, that
+Edwin pressed his hand with deep emotion. He would certainly remember
+this kind offer when Balder was convalescent. Would he like to see him
+a moment?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The little man entered the room on tip toe, bowed courteously
+to Mohr
+whom he did not know and then stood motionless beside Balder's bed.
+Suddenly he turned away, drew out his handkerchief and made every
+effort to stifle in its folds the agitation that found vent in
+passionate tears. When this was no longer possible, he hastily waved a
+farewell to Edwin and hurried to the door.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He's forgotten his hat,&quot; said Mohr. &quot;I'll follow the good old
+fellow
+and see that he gets down stairs safely, I was going away at any rate,
+Edwin. Our tribune of the people will probably soon be here.&quot; On the
+landing before Christiane's door he overtook the little artist, who had
+paused to collect his thoughts and dry his wet face.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I've brought you your hat, Herr König,&quot; said he.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The artist nodded his thanks, put his hat on mechanically, and
+then
+slowly descended the staircase. He seemed so absorbed in thought that,
+contrary to his usual courteous custom, he took no notice of his
+companion.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But on reaching the street before the house, where Mohr was
+about to
+take leave of him, the artist suddenly seized his arm, and said: &quot;If
+you have time, my dear sir, I beg you to walk a few steps with me. I've
+something to tell you. You're an intimate friend of both brothers. The
+Herr Doctor often mentioned your name. Perhaps, too, you know how it
+happened that I--that I found myself compelled to stop the lessons he
+gave my daughter. My creator knows it was no easy matter for me--or my
+daughter either, as you may well believe. It was like punishing her
+when she felt perfectly innocent. But that's not the point; to one who
+loves his child--but it ought not to be a chastisement for does not our
+heavenly father deny us many dear and precious things, we know not why?
+Of course I don't mean to compare our human wisdom with the infinite
+wisdom of God; I only say all this because perhaps you have thought me
+hard hearted. Indeed I'm not; I've probably suffered even more than my
+dear child; but I did not dream that she'd take it so much to heart. I
+tell you she has altered beyond recognition, become a totally different
+creature, not like a girl of eighteen or nineteen, but a wearied soul
+for which all the happiness of this world is past. My heart bleeds when
+I see her wandering about, uncomplaining, often even wearing a smile,
+but so pale! And that's why I couldn't restrain my tears when I saw
+your friend's brother lying on his couch of pain, I don't know how it
+happened, but I couldn't help thinking suppose my child, my Leah,
+should lie before me so, and I--an old man--no, no, my God--thy mercy
+will spare me that, this cup--&quot; Overpowered by his feelings, he stood
+motionless with his face buried in his hands. To rouse him from his
+grief, Mohr at last said:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You wanted to tell me something?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes indeed,&quot; replied the little artist, recovering his
+self-command.
+&quot;You see, I'm aware your friends have no superabundance of money, and a
+sickness--you understand what I mean. I'm still in the Herr Doctor's
+debt. If you could induce him, at least now--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I doubt whether my friend would hear of such a thing, my dear
+sir. But
+you need feel no anxiety. We're a sort of communistic society, and
+where Balder's interests are concerned Edwin is not too proud to
+receive help from his friends.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That's just it,&quot; sighed the little artist. &quot;If he only knew
+what good
+friends he has outside of your circle. Frau Valentin--an excellent
+woman, believe me, has in spite of everything the highest esteem for
+this admirable young man. But you see, as he so openly rebels against
+being called a child of God, and doesn't even recognize a heavenly
+father, can you blame an earthly father if he does not want his only
+daughter's inheritance of the kingdom of heaven argued and
+philosophized away? She's so young, ought she to surrender her mind and
+soul to a man who knows nothing, and wishes to know nothing of God?
+Isn't it better for her temporal welfare to suffer, rather than her
+soul should sustain an injury?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At any other time Mohr could scarcely have refrained from
+arguing with
+the little artist and driving him into a corner. Now as he slowly
+walked beside him through the rude November storm, he only listened
+with half an ear. His thoughts were far away, yet at every muffled
+female figure whose gait and bearing had the most distant resemblance
+to Christiane's, he involuntary started.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If the hard winter were only over,&quot; the artist prattled
+frankly on,
+without taking the slightest umbrage at the silence of his gloomy
+companion. &quot;Well, with God's favor, we shall soon see another Spring
+and then I shall no longer be anxious about my daughter. The doctor
+thinks change of air, amusement, and journeying, would restore her more
+quickly than any other remedy. A few months ago, this opinion would
+have startled me. A poor artist, who has never been prosperous or had
+particularly rich patrons--dear me, how could he obey such
+prescriptions? But when the need is greatest, God's help is nearest;
+that has been made manifest to me afresh. Just imagine, my dear sir,
+what has happened. I had only one little picture at this year's
+exhibition, which closed a fortnight ago--the times have been very
+bad--I was obliged to devote myself exclusively to my remunerative
+labor, wood engraving. Well, as I said before, I couldn't make up my
+mind to be entirely unrepresented in the exhibition, although I should
+hardly have been missed. So just before the doors closed I finished a
+little picture, one of my zaun pieces, which perhaps you've seen here
+and there. My speciality, my dear sir, in which I'm safe from
+competition. But what happened? On the last day, when I had wholly
+resigned all hope of selling my zaunkönig this time, in spite of its
+moderate price of forty thalers, and was walking resignedly through the
+hall, thinking: 'no wonder you're left; almost all the others are
+better,' I saw three gentlemen standing before my little daub, engaged
+in eager conversation and pointing so frequently to the picture, that I
+at first thought they were making fun of it; but no, they talked as
+gravely and earnestly as if they were standing before some master piece
+from which a whole theory on aesthetics might be demonstrated. I now
+recognized one of the gentlemen, a well known connoisseur in art, Baron
+L., and he also recognized me and whispered something in the ear of the
+taller of his two companions, who had a very aristocratic air, after
+which they continued to converse for some time in a low tone, the
+aristocratic gentleman looking at me through his eye glasses, till I
+was really embarrassed and tried to slink away. But the baron called to
+me and begged me to return, he wanted to introduce me to His Highness,
+Prince Batároff, who wished to make my acquaintance. Well I couldn't
+escape, I was obliged to answer a multitude of questions, especially
+about art, how I painted, what my thoughts were while painting, and
+even <i>why</i> I painted, as if that were not as much a matter of course,
+to an artist as eating and drinking. At last, after the prince had said
+something in Russian to his companions, he asked me what I earned a
+year by my pictures on an average. I quickly made a rough estimate and
+named the sum, which of coarse is no princely revenue, and on which
+alone I could not live. Upon this His Highness said: 'Would you pledge
+yourself, Herr König, on your word of honor, to give everything you
+paint to me, and not touch a brush without my orders? In return I would
+give you a regular yearly income, four times the amount of the sum you
+have named. But you understand me: if you should break your promise--'
+here the professor interposed and said that was not to be feared from
+me, that I was known to be a man of principle and religion, but he
+winked at me to accept the offer without a moment's hesitation. Tell me
+yourself, my dear Herr Mohr, could I have justified my action to my
+child if I had delayed? I joyfully agreed to the proposal, and am now
+in a situation to take my daughter to Switzerland next May, perhaps
+even on a little trip into Italy. Wasn't I right in saying that the
+ways of Providence are wonderful?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Wonderful indeed,&quot; replied Mohr, &quot;so wonderful that in your
+place I
+should have been curious to discover the connection of affairs. As you
+acknowledge that your paintings are a specialty, how do you account for
+this Russian patron's fancy for getting a whole brood of zaunkönigs?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I asked the baron that question directly afterwards; for
+between
+ourselves, the prince didn't seem to me exactly in his right mind, and
+I thought it wrong to profit by a monomania. I know very well that I'm
+only a mediocre artist, many of my works I can't endure myself. But the
+baron quieted my scruples. My salary was no more to the prince than the
+bottle of wine which I certainly should not grudge myself on a holiday,
+is to me. Besides, he had a very shrewd head and was interested in my
+artistic individuality, as he called it. Well, a man's wishes are his
+own private affair. I'm now a Russian court painter, and the first
+quarter's salary has been paid in advance, but there's nothing said
+about an order and the sketch of my lagune, which I have sent and would
+like to finish, has not been returned to me: 'it will do very well,'
+was the answer. His Highness is still reflecting what he will order
+first.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I congratulate you,&quot; said Mohr dryly. &quot;If your opinion that
+you're
+only a mediocre artist were correct, it would at least be an <i>aurea
+mediocritas</i>, a golden mean, with which one might well be satisfied.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My dear sir,&quot; replied Herr König good naturedly, without
+showing the
+slightest irritation, &quot;all things must serve to benefit those who love
+God. I submitted to my mediocrity, even when no Russian prince gilded
+it for me. If all creatures were of the same size, all men, plants and
+animals the tropical giants now to be found in some regions, what would
+become of the bright, cheerful diversity in the world? Even to belong
+to it, I consider so great a happiness that I think those artists very
+unfortunate who wish themselves out of it because they have attained
+only average success or even fallen below mediocrity.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mohr cast a keen side glance at him. Were these words, which
+struck his
+sensitive spot, intentionally aimed at him? Had Edwin told the little
+gentleman anything about his symphony or comedy, and was this lecture
+on contentment intended to put a damper on his fruitless zeal? But the
+artist's bright innocent expression contradicted such a suspicion, and
+made it impossible for the other to utter the sharp answer that was
+already hovering on his tongue. Besides, while engaged in this
+conversation they had reached the little house on the canal, and the
+artist urged his companion so cordially to come in for a moment and
+take a cup of tea, that Mohr in spite of his dejection, could not
+refuse. Where else should he go? The wind was blowing from the river
+with icy coldness, and all life on the banks seemed frozen. Nothing
+awaited him in his lonely bachelor lodgings save a dark night full of
+anxious dreams. So he allowed himself to be guided across the timber
+yard, along the narrow path between the lofty piles of wood, toward the
+door, from which streamed a faint ray of light.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER IX.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">Leah was seated at the table in her little sitting room;
+before her was
+the tea urn, and a closed book but she seemed to have been occupied
+with neither, but entirely absorbed in her own thoughts. As the two men
+entered she started up, her first glance fell upon the stranger, and a
+look akin to disappointment flittered over her face. Had her ears
+deceived her and made her suppose that Edwin was accompanying her
+father?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She did not speak, but with downcast eyes listened to the
+report of the
+invalid's condition. Her father introduced his guest as a friend of her
+former teacher; she bowed in visible embarrassment. By degrees,
+however, as Mohr himself thawed out and began to talk about his
+university life with Edwin, she too became more at ease and performed
+the duties of hostess with the most winning grace. The guest was very
+much pleased with her, he even wondered that Edwin had never spoken of
+her personal appearance, which was really worth mentioning, though a
+sickly pallor made her seem older than her years, and her movements
+when she walked, were weary and languid. After she had poured out the
+tea, she took some sewing and sat down in an armchair at a little
+distance from the others, not far from the niche in which her mother's
+bust stood. A warm light animated the still features of the marble
+image, and Leah's transparently pale complexion, especially when her
+beautifully sparkling eyes were fixed on her work, made the semblance
+between the living woman and the dead marble so striking as to produce
+an almost uncomfortable impression upon the visitor. He again relapsed
+into his own gloomy cares and presentiments, and if the little artist
+had not continued the conversation with the most persistent
+cheerfulness, the mood that prevailed in the pleasant room would have
+become more and more dismal.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But with each passing moment the zaunkönig seemed to become
+more
+comfortable in his nest. When Mohr, out of courtesy, asked to see some
+of his work, he brought out of his studio with a diffidence with which,
+however, was blended an air of quiet satisfaction, a large portfolio,
+and began to spread the sketches before his guest. &quot;These are old
+designs,&quot; said he. &quot;When my wife was alive, I was in the habit while
+we sat together in the evening--the child yonder used to go to bed
+early--of scrawling my fancies on a sheet of paper. They were not so
+modest and tame as now, but took the boldest leaps and caricoles, as if
+they belonged to a great artist who possessed the ability to execute
+them. To be sure, even in those days, I knew that I was no Poussin or
+Claude Lorraine; but when alone, after toiling honestly all day as a
+mediocre artist, I would permit myself during the evening hours, to
+dream of what I would paint if I were one of those great geniuses. Now
+these fits come more rarely, and I'm slow to detain them. If I can't
+wholly reform, I merely sweep a bit of charcoal over the sheet for a
+time, and my sleeve effaces even the smallest trace.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mohr turned over the drawings, which were on rather an
+exaggerated
+scale, and the way in which he expressed his opinion of one and another
+and detected the artistic idea in the often very imperfect lines,
+seemed to delight the little gentleman greatly. When the cuckoo clock
+struck eleven and the guest rose, with an apology for having already
+remained too long, the master of the house most cordially invited him
+to come again very soon, if their modest tea table had not seemed
+tedious. The portfolio, he added smiling, certainly should not appear
+again.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My dear sir,&quot; replied Mohr, &quot;I fear you would repent this
+philanthropic offer, if I availed myself of it. I have a vein of that
+'shelterless, restless barbarian,' and I like you too well not to spare
+you a closer acquaintance with me. But no one can answer for himself.
+If my own society becomes unbearable even to myself, I shall come and
+beg to be allowed to sit quietly in this sofa corner for an hour. Your
+tea urn sings so melodiously that in listening to it one quite forgets
+what a discord usually prevails in this world.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He shook hands with the father and daughter and left the
+little house
+in a strange paradoxical mood. &quot;What is it that we want?&quot; he muttered
+to himself, as, insensible to the storm he stood beside the river,
+gazing down into its gloomy depths. &quot;This man, to whom everything seems
+to work together for good, because as a well trained child of God, he
+believes in time and eternity; who is satisfied with everything, his
+mediocrity, his weakness, his skill and want of skill, who makes
+a virtue of every necessity, even the heart-sorrow of his only
+child,--does he deserve honor or detestation? Is not this yearning for
+God, which ennobles everything to him, and shows him a paradise behind
+every face, in reality only selfishness in disguise? Is not even this
+piety, viewed apart from intellectual blindness, a fondling of self at
+the expense of others? I, who enter this house for the first time, can
+scarcely see the lovely girl without compassion and indignation at her
+fate, and her own father, trusting that his dear God will again lead
+the stray sheep back to the fold when the wolf has once been made
+harmless, reconciles himself to see the beautiful, talented, patient
+creature waiting away because her proper nourishment is withheld from
+her. Really, we savages are the better men! If I should ever have a
+daughter--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He did not finish the sentence. The wind suddenly dashed such
+a whirl
+of snow flakes into his face, that he was forced for a time to close
+his eyes and mouth and cling involuntarily to the railing. When he
+again looked around him, the storm seemed to have raged itself calm,
+the moon even cast a misty light through the black clouds, and for a
+moment revealed the houses on the opposite side of the canal, from
+which, as it was now almost midnight, only a few lights gleamed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It's time to go home,&quot; murmured the young man. &quot;Every one in
+the boats
+below is already asleep. I wonder how a man feels who's born in the
+cabin of a boat on the Spree and dies there, after gazing for sixty
+years through his window into this <i>Cloaca maxima</i>!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He had not walked a hundred paces along the bank of the river,
+when he
+saw on one of the largest boats, loaded with wood, a crowd of people
+pressing in excited but silent eagerness around a dark object on the
+deck. From time to time the rays of a ship's red lantern flashed over
+the group, revealing the broad faces of the fair haired men and women,
+who were standing around something lying at their feet, and seemed to
+be discussing what was to be done with it, but in suppressed voices, as
+if it were a matter of great importance to settle the affair among
+themselves.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">On one of the boat landings, directly opposite to the scene,
+stood Mohr
+endeavoring to discover the cause of this nocturnal assemblage.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A woman's sharp voice suddenly became audible above the
+confused
+buzzing and murmuring.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Let the wet lump bring us into trouble? No, indeed. We're too
+smart
+for that. That's the third charming gift this week. First the drunken
+harper, then the new born babe, and now--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Don't scream so, mother,&quot; said a sturdy young fellow, who had
+just
+snatched the lantern from his neighbor's hand and turned its light full
+on the face of the prostrate figure, &quot;You'll bring the police upon us.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That I will,&quot; cried the woman, &quot;and at once. When we took
+that sewing
+girl out of the water last Easter, and I put her in my own bed and made
+a cup of tea to restore her to her senses--what did the wicked minx do?
+Stole six pairs of gloves from a shop the very same day, and because
+we'd had her with us, we too got nabbed by the police just as if we
+were receivers of stolen goods. And I'm to get myself into trouble
+again by my kindness to strangers! God forbid. Let the police take care
+of the whole brood of suicides. Carl, put on something warm and run as
+fast as you can, till you find a watchman. We've taken a strange woman
+out of the water, who was dead as a door nail, and the rest of it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Stop,&quot; suddenly cried a hoarse voice. All turned toward the
+landing
+and to their astonishment saw Mohr leap down the steps and rush across
+the narrow wooden bridge to the deck. The next instant he had snatched
+the lantern from the captain's hand and fallen on his knees beside the
+lifeless form. The light fell brightly on the pallid face, whose half
+parted lips seemed still quivering with the agony of departing life.
+The heavy eyebrows were painfully contracted, and only a narrow strip
+of the eyes gleamed under the wearily closed lids. This rigid, almost
+masculine countenance, had obtained in death an expression of gentle,
+child-like helplessness, which exerted a softening influence even on
+the rude minds of the sailors. Mohr dropped the lantern, which was
+extinguished in its fall. For an instant the deepest darkness prevailed
+on deck.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When the boatman's wife, who had been completely silenced by
+the sudden
+interruption, had lighted the lantern, Mohr started up.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;How long is it since you found this lady and drew her out of
+the
+water?&quot; he asked.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Not half an hour. But no one can tell how long she's been
+floating,&quot;
+said the man to whom the boat belonged. &quot;I'd gone to sleep, and
+suddenly woke and remembered that I had left my new jacket on deck, and
+if the snow kept on it would be ruined by morning. As I went astern, I
+heard something strike the boat like a log of wood. The lady must have
+a hard skull or it would have been broken. Do you know her, sir?&quot; Mohr
+made no reply. He had enough to do to collect his thoughts and decide
+upon what was to be done.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Have you a litter?&quot; he asked. &quot;You can make three thalers by
+putting
+the lady on it and carrying her a hundred paces to a house where she
+will be received. I'll answer for the rest, and if the police should
+afterwards find out that you didn't give them notice of the affair,
+I'll take all the responsibility. But make haste, before it's too
+late!--There, lay her flat on her back and cover her with this cloak.
+And now forward--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Not another word was spoken. His hasty, imperious manner, the
+promised
+reward and the prospect of getting rid of the disagreeable business,
+urged the sailors to the utmost speed. Two stout men lifted the
+motionless figure on a flat frame, which was used for unloading baskets
+of fruit, and fastened her firmly on it with a broad girdle. Her
+clothes and hair were still dripping with water, as she was raised and
+carefully carried up the steps of the landing. Then the bearers moved
+swiftly forward with their burden, while the others remained on the
+boats dividing the money among them. Mohr was the only one who followed
+the bier. He had not trusted himself to touch the lifeless body, but as
+it was raised he bent over the litter to keep it steady, and had
+brushed her hand with his cheek; its icy coldness froze the blood in
+his veins.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He ordered the bearers to stop before the artist's little
+house, but
+was obliged to ring the bell at the gate of the timber-yard a long
+time, before any one moved. How terribly long the moments were! Who
+could tell whether a hundred seconds more or less might not decide
+whether that motionless breast would ever again be heaved by the breath
+of life?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At last a door behind the wood pile opened, a flickering light
+appeared, and the zaunkönig's voice was heard asking: &quot;what's the
+matter?&quot; A very few words were enough to urge the kind-hearted little
+man to breathless haste. His trembling hands instantly opened the
+little door beside the gate, and without another syllable being
+uttered, the sad procession moved along the dark path to the little
+house.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER X.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">At this same late hour the boudoir of the singer, whose
+acquaintance we
+made at the Pagoda, looked very bright and cheerful. A candelabrum with
+five candles was burning on the daintily spread table, at which the gay
+beauty sat with her friend, resting on her laurels after the first
+night of a new opera.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You were charming to-night, Adèle,&quot; said Marquard, as he
+pushed back a
+plate filled with oyster shells and rose to light a cigar at the
+candelabrum. &quot;Really, loveliest of witches, you improve in each new
+part, and I shan't be surprised if one day you outgrow even me. But
+you've one talent that compels my highest esteem: I admire it even more
+than your acting, your singing, or the black art by which you make a
+whole audience madly in love with you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And that is?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Your talent for eating oysters. You laugh, Adelina. But I'm
+perfectly
+serious, believe me. I would engage to describe the mind and heart of
+any woman with whom I had been ten minutes without any other knowledge
+of her than eating oysters together, and never make a mistake--with the
+sole stipulation that it's not her first essay in the noble art, when
+even the most gifted person may set about it awkwardly.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, and wherein does my merit in this direction consist?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;First call Jenny and let her carry away the bouquets which
+have been
+thrown to you to-day. The odor of champagne, Havanas, oysters and roses
+all at once, are too much of a good thing and we shall have the
+headache. Besides, I'm far from being vain enough to think the couch of
+a beautiful girl softer, because it's strewn with rose leaves bestowed
+by less fortunate admirers.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're terribly <i>blasé</i>!&quot; laughed the singer. &quot;If you were
+not so
+amusing, I'd have discarded you long ago. But be quick, tell me your
+oyster theory.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; he answered with a calm smile, leaning comfortably back
+on the
+little sofa; &quot;some other time. The subject's more profound than you
+suppose. All themes which trench on the boundaries between the sensual
+and the intellectual are very subtle, and I've too much scientific
+knowledge to make short work of such delicate things. Besides, directly
+after your declaration that you only tolerate me because I'm amusing, I
+should be a fool to deliver a lecture on the physiology of enjoyment,
+instead of giving a practical illustration of the subject. You may do
+me the favor of taking off your head-dress, child. You know I've a
+foolish fancy for pulling your poodle head.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Indeed!&quot; she replied. &quot;First give me a light for my
+cigarette, and
+then I want the explanation you promised me yesterday: the reason why
+you'll never marry. You remember, I had to go to rehearsal and you to a
+consultation.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And you've not already discovered the answer yourself? Oh!
+Adelina,
+your love for me clouds your clear intellect!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You insolent, conceited fellow! But he's incorrigible,&quot;
+laughed the
+girl, as she carelessly took off the heavy false braids and laid them
+on the chair beside the wine-cooler. She really looked far prettier in
+her short and now disordered curls.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There, now you're yourself again,&quot; said Marquard looking at
+her
+through his gold spectacles with unfeigned satisfaction. &quot;And since
+you've laid aside all deceit, I'll honestly acknowledge, that out of
+pure sentimentality, I shall never marry; my tombstone will bear the
+inscription: 'Here lies the virgin Marquard.'&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You and sentimentality!&quot;--she laughed merrily.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To be sure, my fair friend. Judge for yourself: don't you
+think it
+would be pastoral, that I should show sensitiveness if my wife were not
+faithful to me? yet I myself should be just as devoted to polytheism
+after marriage as before. I couldn't help it you see, but I'm too just
+to expect that a good, virtuous creature would be satisfied with such a
+small fraction of a husband.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;As if the right woman wouldn't be able to improve you and
+make you a
+whole man and husband!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Improve me, my friend!&quot; he sighed with a comical pathos in
+his look
+and tone. &quot;In case you should ever want a faithful husband, let me warn
+you to beware of doctors in choosing one. We really ought to take a vow
+of celibacy, like the Catholic priests. The man to whom you confess,
+must be either a stone or a saint, to escape the contagion of your
+sins. And yet I'd rather listen to the symptoms of an ailing heart,
+than hear of a contusion on the knee. Why do you move away from me?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Because you're a very frivolous fellow and have had too much
+champagne. Besides, it's late.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Too late--to go. I left word at home that my servant needn't
+expect
+me. As I fortunately have no wife, I'll for once be as comfortable as
+other married men and sleep for one night without being disturbed by
+domestic troubles or by other people's. Here I'm no doctor, here I'm a
+man and may be permitted to act like one.&quot; He threw away his cigar and
+tenderly approaching the young girl, took both hands in his and swung
+them to and fro.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At this moment Adèle's maid entered, holding a card in her
+hand. &quot;The
+gentleman's in the ante-room and earnestly begs to see the Herr
+Doctor.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Tell him he may go--Why did you say I was here?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He didn't ask me. He gave me the card at once, in spite of my
+denial--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Mohr! Good Heavens, what brings him here at this hour! If
+Balder--excuse me, Adèle, but I must see what the trouble is.&quot; He
+rushed out of the door so hastily, that he upset the basket in which
+Adèle's little terrier was quietly sleeping. While she tried to still
+the loud barking of the frightened animal, Marquard had hurried into
+the ante-room with the question about Balder on his lips.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I believe all is going on well at the tun,&quot; said Mohr. &quot;But
+you must
+come with me at once: some one has met with an accident--we've not a
+moment to lose.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Holloa, my friend!&quot; replied Marquard, suddenly relapsing into
+his
+usual indifferent tone. &quot;If that's all, four houses beyond, on the
+right hand side as you go out of the door, lives a very worthy
+colleague of mine, who has little practice as yet and probably will be
+more inclined at this moment to obey your philanthropic summons--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You'll come with me, Marquard,&quot; said Mohr in a hollow voice,
+which
+trembled with a terrible anxiety. &quot;Christiane has drowned herself;
+we've just taken her out of the river; God only knows whether it's not
+already too late--&quot; He tottered as he wearily gasped out the words; his
+powerful frame seemed ready to sink, yet he did not take the chair
+Marquard pushed toward him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You ought to have said so at once,&quot; grumbled the latter.
+&quot;That's quite
+a different matter. Sit down two minutes, I only want to get my hat.
+The child in there needn't know anything about it yet.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">An instant after he came out of Adèle's room, and not a word,
+not an
+expression of his grave face betrayed any remembrance that he had been
+so rudely interrupted in his bacchanalian levity. When they were
+sitting together in the droschky, whose driver incited by Mohr's double
+fare, drove at a furious pace, he said to his silent, gloomy companion:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Among all the painful and unpleasant tasks expected of us
+physicians,
+nothing is more sad, at least to me, than to do my duty in such a case
+as this. Every one owes Nature a death. But to arouse a poor fool, who
+thinks he's settled his debt and compel him to count out the whole sum
+again, because he didn't pay it the first time in the current coin of
+the country, is really a contemptible business, and enough to disgust
+one with the whole trade. I've been called in on such occasions four
+times, and amid all the rubbing and manipulating, have always wished my
+efforts might be vain.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I hope this time, you'll--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You need have no anxiety. The professional spirit is stronger
+than
+philosophy or humanity. <i>Tiat experimentum et pereat mundus</i>, that's in
+this case: <i>vivat</i> a poor creature who has nothing to live for, but
+every reason to curse existence. Christiane! Have you any suspicion
+what induced her to do this? To be sure, we ought to remember that she
+has a fancy for taking French leave of pleasant company. Is anything
+known of her circumstances? An unhappy love affair? But you're like the
+statue of the Commandant!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Pardon me if I'm a poor substitute for the society you've
+just left,&quot;
+faltered Mohr. &quot;I--my nerves are no longer the strongest; this has
+taken a violent hold upon me; between ourselves, Marquard, this girl,
+who seemed by no means attractive to the rest of you, <i>I</i> loved very
+dearly.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My poor boy!&quot; murmured the physician, as in the darkness he
+took
+Mohr's cold hand and pressed it gently. Then no more was said. Mohr
+threw himself back in one corner of the carriage and buried his face in
+his handkerchief. When they alighted at the timber-yard, Marquard saw
+that it was flushed and wet with tears.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The little artist was standing at the open door of the housel
+&quot;At
+last!&quot; he exclaimed. &quot;We're nearly dead with anxiety and impatience.
+However there really seems to be some hope. Leah thinks she's beginning
+to breathe. Turn to the right, if you please. We've laid her on my bed
+in the studio.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Stay outside, Heinrich,&quot; said Marquard, &quot;and I don't need the
+young
+lady either. I shall manage better alone.&quot; He gave a few directions,
+said a soothing word to Leah, who was gazing at him with a strangely
+intent expression, like that of a somnambulist, and then proceeded to
+his difficult task.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The three were now once more together in the very room where,
+a few
+hours before they had chatted so comfortably around the tea table. But
+no one broke the silence. The artist had seated himself opposite to the
+bust of his dead wife, and seemed to be questioning the mute features
+about the eternal secret of life and death. Mohr, with his hands
+crossed behind his back, paced restlessly up and down the room like a
+caged lion, pausing at every dozen steps as if to listen. Leah sat at
+the window, gazing out into the storm. She did not move a limb, her
+eyes were closed, but not for a single second did she lose her
+consciousness of what was passing around her. The cause of this
+paralysis was neither bodily exhaustion nor the stupor that often
+follows great excitement. When she removed the clothing from the
+stranger's motionless body to wrap it in blankets, she had found under
+the wet corsets a small, leather case, fastened with a red ribbon.
+Thinking it might contain a letter which would give some cause for her
+mad act, or a card with her name, which Mohr had not thought to tell
+them, she opened it, unnoticed by the others. It contained neither
+letter nor card, but a photograph stained, to be sure, by the water,
+but in which she nevertheless recognized at the first glance--Edwin. We
+need add nothing farther to explain why she sat so absently at the
+window hour after hour.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At last--it was probably about four o'clock in the
+morning--they heard
+the door on the opposite side of the entry open, and directly after
+Marquard entered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Good morning,&quot; he said dryly. &quot;We've won the victory and
+driven the
+enemy from all his positions. My adjutant, your excellent old servant,
+Herr König, has orders to pursue him and clear the battle field of all
+marauders. I'm going home to get a few hours sleep, and I shall then
+have the honor of seeing you again.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He bowed carelessly and left the room. As he was groping in
+the dark
+passage to find the door, he suddenly felt himself seized from behind
+and clasped in two trembling arms. Mohr lay sobbing on his neck.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER XI.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">Balder's convalescence was more rapid than could have been
+hoped for.
+At the end of a fortnight it had progressed so far that he was able to
+sit up a few hours and, though with the greatest caution, employ
+himself a little, read, and take part in quiet conversation. His
+youthful vigor seemed to kindle anew and pervade all his organs with
+vital strength. He had never seemed more cheerful than during these two
+weeks, never more winning than when he acknowledged the affection shown
+him by even the merest acquaintances. When Frau Valentin, who had daily
+supplied him with strengthening broths, jellies, and the most delicate
+game, was at last on the tenth day after his attack, permitted, as a
+reward for her motherly care, to see him five minutes, the short visit
+was enough to make the worthy lady fairly in love with her ward. Every
+day Madame Feyertag's first business was to go to the tun to inquire in
+person how he had spent the night; light a fire in the stove, because
+the girl made too much noise and Reginchen still avoided the room, and
+to water the beautiful palms, which Toinette the day after her visit
+had sent to the tun, to delight the invalid's eyes. She did not come
+again herself, but the dwarf with the pale blue eyes was sent every
+noon for the latest bulletin, which Edwin, faithful to his promise,
+wrote every morning. These lines were the only bond of intercourse
+between them. He had vowed not to leave Balder's side again until he
+should be well, with the exception of the hour at noon, when he
+delivered a lecture, at which time, his place was supplied by one of
+his friends. Either Mohr came to play chess, or Franzelius, who no
+longer seemed to have any other occupation, sat down beside him with a
+book and read aloud, an accomplishment of which he was a master. But
+not a word was exchanged with the patient on the subject that engrossed
+the thoughts of both. The names of Christiane and Reginchen never
+crossed their lips, and even the little artist, who often looked in,
+had agreed with Mohr that the unhappy girl's fate ought not to be
+mentioned in the sick room.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">One beautiful sunny day in November, Edwin had set out on his
+daily
+walk to the university, and Franzelius was preparing to read aloud from
+a translation of Sophocles, when Balder, who was reclining near the
+window in a comfortable arm-chair sent by Frau Valentin, suddenly laid
+his pale slender hand on the book and said: &quot;We won't read to-day,
+Franzelius, I'd rather talk about all sorts of things with you. I feel
+so well that it's not the least exertion to speak, and the sun is
+shining so brightly in the clear sky! Only to see that, is such an
+incomparable happiness that to enjoy it one would gladly endure all the
+evils of this life. Don't you think so?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I can't look at it without thinking that it shines equally on
+the just
+and the unjust, and beholds much more misery than happiness,&quot; replied
+the printer, looking almost defiantly toward the sky. &quot;I wish it would
+die out once for all, and with it this whole motley lie which we call
+life.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, Franzel,&quot; said Balder quietly, &quot;you are wrong. Even if
+the sun
+knew what it was doing, in creating and sustaining life, there is no
+cause for shame in such a work. Why do you call existence a lie,
+Franzel? Because its end is so abrupt? But your existence had its
+beginning as well and did that beginning ever bespeak a promise of
+perpetuity? On the contrary my dear fellow, there is much honesty in
+human life; it promises so little and yet yields us so much. Will you
+censure it because it can't be all that we visionary or dissatisfied or
+unjust people demand?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There's no joy to me in living,&quot; muttered the other gloomily,
+covering
+his eyes with his broad hands. &quot;As soon as one need is satisfied,
+another takes its place, and he who ventures to differ from the
+opinions held by mankind in general never finds repose.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And would life be worth the living if we were sunk in repose?
+Is
+sleeping, living? Or absorption in a dull dream of existence, such as
+the beetle has when it climbs up the blade of grass to reach a
+dew-drop--is that leading a worthy life? My dear fellow, if you drive
+necessity out of the world, how unnecessary it would be to live!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're playing upon words.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, I speak in sober earnest. A short time ago I read a
+stanza, in
+Voltaire, which, like many things he says to the masses, is drawn from
+his deep hoard of knowledge and contains a pure gem of truth.</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p class="t4">&quot;Oh! who could bear the harden of his life,<br>
+The sad remembrance of the whilom strife,<br>
+The threat'ning ills that hover round his way,<br>
+If the dear God, to ease man of his pain,<br>
+Had not so made him thoughtless, careless, vain,<br>
+That he might be less wretched in his day.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Don't growl at the poor translation; its a hasty
+improvisation which I
+ventured upon because I know you can't bear French. The sense is
+faithfully rendered, and it's a sense admirably suited to the
+senseless. I know of but one way that leads to real unhappiness, and
+that's when a person is vain and frivolous. And those lines contain
+much wisdom for it is just those people who lack the strength to endure
+sorrowful recollections of the past and anxiety concerning their
+futures, that are so deeply indebted to Nature for the ability of
+thoughtlessly and unconsciously enjoying their pitiful present. This
+will not bring them happiness, it will only make them less miserable,
+for the real bliss of living they will never learn to know. He only can
+understand that who is capable of quiet reflection, or, if you will,
+who is able to grasp the meaning of both past and future at once.
+Perhaps, though you're exactly the opposite of vain and frivolous, even
+you won't wholly understand life for a long time as I've understood it.
+I have always been best able to enjoy life by retrospection; and
+whenever I wished to thoroughly enjoy existence, I have only needed to
+awake in myself a vivid remembrance of the various periods of my life;
+of my laughing frolicsome childhood, when I was in the glow of perfect
+health; then the first dawn of thought and feeling, the first sorrows
+of youth, when they came to me, the perception of what a full,
+healthful existence must be, and yet at the same time the resignation
+to my fate which is usually easy only to men advanced in years. Don't
+you believe that one, who can experience whenever he wishes such a
+fullness of life in himself, to whom for this purpose everything lends
+its aid, sorrow and joy, loss and gain, each showing him a new side of
+his own nature--don't you believe, my dear fellow, that such a
+fortunate man must consider it a mistaken conclusion, even if a
+philosopher gave it utterance, it would be better not to be born. To be
+sure, no one can deny that there are times when sorrow stifles the
+desire for existence and excites an overwhelming longing for mere
+unconsciousness? But oftentimes the greatest sorrow brings an increase
+of our life experience; how could we otherwise understand the
+triumphant delight which martyrs have felt under torture by fire and
+rack. They felt that their torment only confirmed their confidence in
+the strength of their own souls, pervaded as they were by an illusion
+or a truth that their tormentors sought to tear out or kill. The worst
+that could be inflicted upon them served to develope the highest
+enjoyment of their personality. And so all the tragedy of life which a
+shallow philosophy pronounces to be the misery of the world, is merely
+another, higher form of enjoying life peculiar to lofty souls. When
+death steps in at last, it's like the sleep that comes after a holiday,
+when people have been so long in an ecstacy of delight that they are
+weary at last and have no strength for future enjoyments.&quot; He was
+silent a moment and wore a rapt expression. Then he suddenly said:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If the festival is over for me, Franzel, you must hold fast
+to Edwin.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What nonsense you are talking!&quot; exclaimed the other. &quot;You've
+never
+been on a fairer way toward recovery than now. Your sickness was a
+crisis, Marquard said so himself.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes it was a crisis,&quot; replied the invalid smiling. &quot;It will
+decide,
+indeed has already decided something. Life has pronounced judgement
+upon this not very durable structure and written down its defects in
+red ink. Do you really suppose that Marquard does not know as well as I
+that the drama is played out? The slightest agitation, the least
+imprudence--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Balder! what are you saying! These are mere fancies, perhaps
+a passing
+weakness--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You think so because I can speak of the end so quietly? You
+ought long
+ago to have credited me with as much strength as was needed for that. I
+know how few are willing to rise from the table just when the viands
+are most tempting. And indeed, Franzel, life never seemed to me so fair
+as now. How many kind friends I have gained during these last weeks,
+how much, beautiful poetry, and lofty and profound thoughts I have
+enjoyed! But all that's of no avail, man must live and let live, and
+there are doubtless others waiting to take their turn. If you are sad,
+Franzel, I must wait for another time to make my last request; though I
+do not know how long I may have to linger. But come, be sensible. You
+know I love you dearly, indeed next to Edwin you have the first place
+in my heart. But I do not need to take leave of my brother. My whole
+life during the last few years has been only one long farewell. We knew
+we should not always remain together, I at least was fully aware of it,
+so we have enjoyed all our happiness, as it were, on account. But when
+the end comes, I know how it will be; at first he'll be unable to
+reconcile himself. And that's why I want to beg you to keep near him.
+His needs are great, and there are not many who can fulfill them.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And that is the first thing you ask?&quot; cried the honest
+friend, with
+an emotion he vainly endeavored to repress. &quot;But for Heaven's sake,
+Balder, what sort of talk is this? You--you really believe--I--we--&quot; He
+started up and rushed desperately around the little table in the centre
+of the room, so that the leaves of the palms trembled.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You scarcely understand as yet all that I mean,&quot; continued
+the invalid
+quietly. &quot;That you'll always remain his friend is a matter of course.
+But, to give me any real comfort, you will have to make a sacrifice.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A sacrifice? As if I would not--do you know me so little?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I know you to be the most unselfish man under the sun,&quot; said
+Balder
+smiling. &quot;But it is just this very habit of never thinking of yourself,
+that for his sake and mine you must lay aside, at least so far as you
+can do so without being faithless to yourself. Do you know what will
+happen if you go on as you have been doing? In two years, in spite of
+your friendship, you'll not set foot in the tun.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I? But tell me--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It's a very simple matter: because you'll be thinking of your
+friends
+either behind prison bars or in America. Dear Franzel, must I tell you
+why you're not fond of living? Because you believe that a man only
+truly lives when he becomes a martyr to his convictions, I have always
+loved you for this belief and yet I believe it a mistaken one. Test it
+awhile; say to yourself that you aid many more by living than you could
+by your martyrdom, and you will see that a man can guard his post very
+bravely and self-sacrificingly, without fool-hardily summoning the
+enemy by alarm shots. It would be an inexpressible comfort to me, if
+you would promise for two years to let alone all 'agitation' and see
+how affairs really are. There are currents in which it's a useless
+waste of strength to row, because the boat floats onward of its own
+accord, I know what it will cost you to do this. But it would be a
+great joy if this last wish--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Say no more,&quot; cried the other suddenly pausing before his
+friend, with
+his tearful eyes turned toward him--&quot;Balder is it possible, that
+you--that you are about to leave us? And can you believe if that should
+happen, that I could continue my life as if nothing had occurred. When
+men can no longer behold the sun--do you suppose I could--that I
+would--&quot; Words failed him, he turned abruptly away and stood motionless
+beside the turning lathe.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I did not mean that I thought you could live on, the same as
+before,&quot;
+said Balder in a lower voice. &quot;But you need a substitute for what you
+resign. You must learn to be glad to live, and I think I know how you
+would learn to do so most quickly. You must take a wife, Franzel!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I? What can you be thinking about? How came such an idea into
+your
+head? Just at this time too--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Because it will soon be too late for me to earn a
+kuppelpelz<a name="div2_04" href="#div2Ref_04"><sup>[4]</sup></a> from
+you. True, I shall scarcely need it. I shall not feel cold where I lie.
+But I should like to know of you're being warmly sheltered. And I know
+from experience--I've been 'married' to Edwin---that the world looks
+much blighter seen with four eyes than with two.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You see,&quot; he continued, as his friend still stood motionless,
+boring a
+hole in the bench with a point of a file--&quot;Edwin will find a wife in
+time who will make him happy; then you would be left again with nothing
+but mankind to clasp to your heart, and beautiful and sublime as the
+idea is, it's not all you need--and that's why you get over excited,
+and the thought of martyrdom overcomes your judgment. So I think a
+little wife, who would know how to love and value you, would by her
+mere presence instruct you every day in the doctrine that Edwin has so
+often represented to you in vain: that you should husband your energies
+for the future and not prematurely sacrifice your life without cause.
+There is no danger of your becoming faithless to your convictions from
+mere selfish pleasure in your home. And then how can a socialist who
+knows nothing except from hearsay of family life, upon which basis the
+whole structure of society rests, who knows nothing of where the shoe
+pinches the father of a family, talk to married men about what they owe
+to themselves and others?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">As he uttered these words a bewitchingly cunning expression
+sparkled in
+the sick boy's beautiful eyes. He almost feared that Franzelius would
+turn and looking in his face penetrate the secret design, the purpose
+of attacking him on his weakest side; so, rising, he limped to the
+stove and put in a few sticks of wood. While thus employed, he
+continued in a tone of apparent indifference:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You mustn't suppose I'm saying all this at random. No, my
+dear fellow,
+I've a very suitable match in view for you, a young girl who's as well
+adapted to your needs as if I'd invented or ordered her expressly for
+you. Young, very pretty, with a heart as true as gold, fond of work and
+fond of life too, as she ought to be, if she is to wed with one who
+doesn't care to live; not a princess, but a child of working people.
+Haven't you guessed her name yet? Then I must help you: she writes it
+Reginchen.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Balder! You're dreaming! No, no, I beseech you, say no more
+about
+that, you've too long--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I am astonished,&quot; continued the youth rising as he spoke and
+moving
+toward the bed &quot;that you didn't understand me readily and meet me
+halfway. Where have your eyes been, that you've not seen that you have
+stood high in the dear girl's favor for years. Even I have noticed it!
+I tell you, Franzel, the little girl is a treasure, I have known her
+all these years, and love her as dearly as a sister, and the man to
+whom I don't begrudge her I must love like a brother. Therefore, blind
+dreamer, I wanted to open your eyes, that I may close mine in peace. To
+be sure I'm by no means certain that you've not already bestowed your
+heart elsewhere, and my brotherly hint may be too late. At any rate,
+whatever you do you should do quickly for the young girl's sake. She
+seems to have taken your long absence to heart, her mother says she is
+by no means well yet, and eats and sleeps very little I should like to
+see my little sister well and happy again before I--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He could not finish the sentence. He had been seated on the
+bed while
+speaking and now he laid his head on the pillow and closed his eyes, as
+if wearied with the unusual exertion of conversing. Suddenly he felt
+his hands seized; Franzelius had meant to embrace him, but instead, he
+threw himself down beside the bed, and with his head resting on
+Balder's knees, he gave way to such violent and uncontrollable emotion,
+that the youth was obliged to make every exertion to soothe him into
+composure.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At last he rose. He tried to speak, but his voice failed.
+&quot;You--you're--oh! Heaven, forgive, forgive me! I'm not worthy!&quot; was all
+he could stammer. Then he started up and rushed out of the room.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Balder had sank back on the bed and closed his eyes again. His
+pale
+face was almost transfigured, he looked like a hero resting after a
+victory, and for the moment did not even feel the pain in his chest.
+The room was perfectly still, the sunlight played amid the palm leaves,
+the mask of the youthful prisoner, suffused with a rosy light which
+came from the open door of the stove, seemed to breathe and whisper to
+its image on the narrow couch: &quot;Die, your death shall be painless!&quot; But
+a sudden thought roused Balder from this anticipation of eternal
+repose. He rose and dragged himself to the turning lathe, wherewith a
+trembling hand be unlocked the drawer. &quot;It's fortunate that I thought
+of it!&quot; he murmured &quot;What if they had found it!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He drew out the portfolio in which he kept his collection of
+verses. On
+how many pages was the image of the child whom he secretly loved
+described with all the exaggerated charms with which his solitary
+yearning had invested her; to how much imaginary happiness these simple
+sheets bore witness! And yet he could now let them slide through his
+fingers without bitterness. Had not his feelings been sacred and
+consoling to him at the time? What had happened, which could strip the
+bloom and fragrance of this spring from his heart? There would be no
+summer, but did that make less beautiful the season of blossoming? He
+read a verse here and there in an undertone, now and then altering a
+word that no longer satisfied him, and smiling at himself for polishing
+verses which no human eye had seen or ever would see. Many he had quite
+forgotten, and now found them beautiful and couching. When he had
+turned the last page, he took the pencil and wrote on a loose scrap of
+paper that he laid in the drawer in place of the volume of poems, the
+following lines, which he wrote without effort and without revision:</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p class="t4">Good night, thou lovely world, good night!</p>
+<p class="t5">Have I not had a glorious day?</p>
+<p class="t4">Unmurmuring, though thou leav'st my sight</p>
+<p class="t5">I to my couch will go away.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t4">Whate'er of loveliness thou hast,</p>
+<p class="t5">Is it not mine to revel in?</p>
+<p class="t4">Though many a keen desire does waste</p>
+<p class="t5">My heart, it ne'er alone has been.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t4">Delusion's veil of error blind</p>
+<p class="t5">Fell quite away from soul and eye;</p>
+<p class="t4">Clearer my path did upward wind</p>
+<p class="t5">To where life's sunny hilltops lie.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t4">No idol false is there adored;</p>
+<p class="t5">Humanity's eternal powers,</p>
+<p class="t4">O'er which the light of Heaven is poured</p>
+<p class="t5">Stand self-contained in passion's hours.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t4">High standing on the breeze-swept peak,</p>
+<p class="t5">Below may I with rapture see</p>
+<p class="t4">The land whereof no man may speak</p>
+<p class="t5">Save him who fares there wearily.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t4">This is the rich inheritance</p>
+<p class="t5">The children of the world shall own,</p>
+<p class="t4">When crossed the wearisome expanse,</p>
+<p class="t5">And fate's supreme decrees are known.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t4">Oh! brother, who art seeking still</p>
+<p class="t5">For love and joy, where I have sought,</p>
+<p class="t4">I would your path with blessings fill</p>
+<p class="t5">When to its end my life is brought.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t4">Ah! brother, could we two aspire</p>
+<p class="t5">Together to the glorious height,--</p>
+<p class="t4">Hence tears! some part of my desire</p>
+<p class="t5">Is thine. Thou lovely world, good night!</p>
+</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER XII.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">Suddenly Edwin's step sounded on the stairs. When he entered,
+he found
+Balder sitting before the stove stirring the bright fire with the
+poker.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;How do you do, child?&quot; he said, with a brighter face than
+usual. &quot;What
+are you doing? Where's Franzel? Have you been burning papers here?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I've been making up a little more fire,&quot; replied the youth,
+bending
+toward the flames to conceal his blushes. &quot;It's beginning to grow cold.
+Franzel went out a short time ago, probably to visit his betrothed.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Our tribune of the people betrothed? The conspirator
+conspired
+against? And to whom, if I may ask?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You were right, Edwin, in your suspicion that something
+unusual was
+the subject of Reginchen's thoughts. It's still a secret, however. But
+I'm very glad. They will suit each other exactly, I think.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, well! how fast children develope! Our philanthropist
+and woman
+hater, and the little house swallow! This is news indeed! Well, I too
+have something to tell. Just as I was coming into the house, the
+post-man overtook me and handed me a letter, which, <i>entre nous</i>, is
+worth fifty ducats: we've won the prize, my boy!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Your essay? That's very pleasant!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Pleasant? Nothing but pleasant? I think your brotherly love
+receives
+the news of this miracle very phlegmatically.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Because I think nothing more natural than that you should at
+last be
+appreciated. I've never doubted that you would be.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, yes, child,&quot; laughed Edwin passing his hand caressingly
+over his
+brother's luxuriant hair, &quot;if you should read in the newspaper
+to-morrow, that a certain Dr. Edwin was made Grand Mogul, or what would
+be still more wonderful appointed minister of public worship and
+instruction, you would, in your famous blindness, lay aside the sheet
+and say: 'I'm only surprised that the bright idea didn't occur to them
+long ago.' Well then, you member of the <i>nil admirari</i> society, I can
+venture to tell my second piece of news without fear of causing you any
+special agitation. The faculty that were wise enough to assign the
+prize to my essay, have been so well pleased with me that in spite of
+my radical tendencies, they offer me a professorship. That is, for the
+present only surreptiously. They have to struggle against all sorts of
+eddies and tack constantly, to bring me through. But they think, if I
+should come and show myself, certain orthodox colleagues, who believe
+me a child of hell, would see that the devil is not so black as he's
+painted. So I'm to come, see and conquer, and that soon, for the
+professorship has been vacant ever since Easter, and they would like to
+have the <i>collegium logicum</i> filled again during this winter session.
+The salary is not bad, at any rate it's a piece of bread, though for
+the present there's no butter to spread it with. Well, if we find we
+can't live down prejudices now, it's a sign at least that the light
+will eventually conquer the darkness, 'and the day of the noble hearted
+(that is to say, your dear brother) will dawn at last.'&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Although it can't be done? But Edwin, I beg you--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My child, that's very evident. We can't strike our tent in
+winter and
+travel fifty miles toward the south, with your poorly patched lungs,
+especially as we don't know how the climate there will suit you. Ah! if
+the tun could be packed up just as it stands, and sent as freight,
+marked 'glass, this side up with care--!'&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">They were both silent for a time. Balder held the letter from
+the
+faculty in his hand and seemed to be reading it again. The prize essay
+was mentioned in the most flattering terms, its special merits dwelt
+upon, and a private letter added from the dean, in which he emphasized
+the wish to obtain such promising young talent for the university.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin had gone to his desk and was beginning to cut a pen.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Are you still studying the letter, child?&quot; he asked
+carelessly. &quot;They
+write in a very pleasant style in that neighborhood, don't they? Well,
+we will do ourselves credit too.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Does <i>she</i> know it yet?&quot; asked Balder, without looking up.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;She? What are you thinking about? I haven't seen her for a
+fortnight.
+Besides, what interest would she take in it? It'll be time enough to
+tell her when I make my next visit, and she won't even be curious about
+the prize essay. Such a duchess!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Balder quietly rose, laid the letter on the table and said:
+&quot;You'll not
+hurt my feelings by refusing this, Edwin. I can spend the winter here
+if necessary and join you in the spring. You know what excellent care I
+shall have in your absence, and I shall never be really well again. But
+the most important thing is to first talk the matter over with her.
+There's no obstacle in the way now.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Child!&quot; exclaimed Edwin, throwing aside his pen, &quot;do you want
+to drive
+me mad--that you represent as possible things, which once for all--But
+no, it's folly to even speak of it seriously. Come, let's eat our
+dinner, I hear them bringing it and since the knowledge has come to me
+that we possess fifty ducats, I feel as hungry as a millionaire--or no,
+millionaires are never hungry--I'm hungry as a man who has never seen
+fifty ducats at once in his whole life.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The door opened. But instead of the maid-servant who usually
+brought
+the dinner, little Jean entered, his round face with its staring blue
+eyes half buried in the high collar of a thick pilot-cloth coat, his
+hair carefully brushed, and his cheeks as red as Borsdorf apples from
+exposure to the sharp east wind. He held in his hand a paper horn, from
+which he awakwardly drew a bouquet of violets. &quot;I'm to give this to the
+sick gentleman,&quot; he said in his automatic falsetto voice, &quot;and my young
+lady wishes to know how he is.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Balder took the bouquet from his hand. &quot;Say that I'm very
+well, and
+that my brother will call himself this afternoon to express my thanks
+for the beautiful flowers. And here--&quot; he felt in his pocket and took
+out the last thaler he possessed--&quot;you've had to come up these steep
+stairs so often--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The boy retreated a step. &quot;My mistress forbid me to take
+anything.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Say to her that we've won the great prize in the lottery,&quot;
+replied
+Balder smiling, as he put the thaler into the pocket of the boy's rough
+coat. &quot;And now go, give my compliments to your mistress, and this
+afternoon--you understand?&quot; The boy nodded gravely as usual, and bowing
+respectfully left the room.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What have you done!&quot; exclaimed Edwin, as soon as they were
+alone;
+&quot;Child, child, you force me to yield my head or at least my heart, to
+the knife. What pleasure in being called Frau Professorin do you
+suppose she would find?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Put the flowers in the water, Edwin, and then go to your
+desk. They're
+not meant for me. This afternoon will settle the rest: here comes the
+dinner, and the news that this morning has brought, has made me hungry
+too. How's Reginchen to-day, Lore?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;She seems rather better,&quot; said the faithful old servant, who
+had lived
+in the house many years, smiling mysteriously. &quot;At least I saw Herr
+Franzelius go in an hour ago; and as he's there still and has even
+dined with her, and as Reginchen first cried and then laughed, her
+sickness can't be very dangerous. Goodness me, and I've carried her in
+my arms!&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER XIII.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">When Edwin entered Toinette's room that afternoon, he found
+her seated
+on the sofa, evidently absorbed in thought, for she did not look up
+till he called her by name. A small box stood on the table before her,
+and she was absently turning the key backward and forward in the lock;
+her face was pale, and her eyes wore a strangely fixed expression. They
+rested on the new-comer's figure for some time, as if she found it
+difficult to recognize him; but it was only because she was forced to
+make an effort ere she could withdraw the look that had long been
+searching her own heart, and turn it again upon external things.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Good afternoon, my dear friend,&quot; she said without rising, as
+she held
+out her hand to him, &quot;have you come to see me again at last? That's
+very pleasant, but the best part of all is that you can do so with a
+light heart. What anxious weeks you have passed! Well, I too have been
+very miserable and the worst of all is that no nursing or brotherly
+love can help me. But let's talk of something else, of something more
+cheerful. You have drawn the great prize? I congratulate you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He smilingly explained what had induced Balder to play this
+joke upon
+little Jean, but said not a word about the professorship.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No matter,&quot; said she, &quot;it is pleasanter for you to have won a
+prize in
+a lottery where one must have more sense than luck if one is not to
+draw a blank. And yet it's a pity that it was only a joke. It would
+have consoled me for being unable to keep my promise.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Your promise?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To offer you the relics of my princely fortune, in case your
+brother
+should wish to travel toward the south. Although I've lived very simply
+ever since then--see, this is all I have left. When I've paid my last
+housekeeping bill, there'll be just enough left for a dose of opium.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She had unlocked the little box and allowed him to look in. It
+contained a few gold pieces and thalers.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I'm glad you've some room,&quot; he answered in a jesting tone,
+&quot;or I
+should not know where to keep my fifty ducats. Such splendor in our
+lowly hut--you've now seen the famous tun--we've not as yet had any use
+for a fire-proof safe.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Laugh on,&quot; she replied closing the little box. &quot;But I'm angry
+with
+myself for having been foolish enough and weak enough, just before you
+came, to weep over my bankruptcy. The stupid money really is not worth
+the tears. But you see, that's the very reason a great prize is such a
+splendid thing, because we've no longer any need to humble ourselves by
+thinking and worrying about money. I'm ashamed of myself that I could
+be so base, even for a moment. And now not another word on the subject;
+tell me about your brother. Is he really out of danger?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin sat down on the sofa beside her and spoke of Balder's
+condition,
+of the hopes which Marquard had given, of the great love which all his
+friends had shown him, and of the earnestness with which he had charged
+him to thank Toinette for all her kindness. &quot;Of course I thank you for
+myself, also, dear friend,&quot; he added. &quot;I imagine you wished to show me
+kindness too. You knew what I suffered during those days, and that
+nothing could give me more hope and courage than your sympathy. Will
+you believe that amid all my anxiety for that beloved brother, I still
+found time to miss you most painfully? If you had coldly remained
+aloof, how I should have been forced to reproach myself for having
+become half faithless to my brother, for the sake of a friend who was
+perfectly indifferent to him!&quot; She made no reply. It seemed as if she
+had only half heard his words, and was brooding over a thought which
+had nothing to do with him and his presence.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're fortunate,&quot; she said after a pause. &quot;You have some one
+who can
+make you both sad and happy. I--but do you know whom I have seen again?
+The count.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin started up. His face suddenly grew pale. After a long
+pause, he
+said in a tone of forced indifference: &quot;The count? In spite of the
+unequivocal declaration you made by your change of residence--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh! If you only knew him! Such a foolish man is not easily
+rebuffed.
+And I at least owe him thanks for having amused me, while you left me
+all this time to grow melancholy.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He has--? You've received him here--allowed him to visit you
+more than
+once?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why shouldn't I? If you should see him, you would understand
+that no
+one can be less dangerous than this adorer. You know how fire-proof I
+am; why I could spend a hundred years with such a lover, and my heart
+would never beat one bit the faster! To be sure, at first, when, Heaven
+knows how, he found me out and entered unannounced, I was extremely
+angry at the intrusion and received him so coldly that he remained
+standing at the door like a penitent and could not utter a word of the
+apology which he had prepared. I said things to which no one else would
+have submitted quietly. But he--at first he seemed utterly crushed, and
+then he suddenly threw himself at my feet and faltered out that he was
+a lost man, if I would not have compassion on him; that he had done
+everything to prove how honorable his intentions were; he had forced
+his mother, a very proud lady, to consent to receive me as her
+daughter-in-law; his aristocratic relatives had caused him a great deal
+of trouble, but he had at last succeeded in removing every obstacle
+from the way, and now I rejected him and refused him all hope. And
+then, still kneeling at my feet, he poured forth such a torrent of vows
+and protestations, that I really didn't know whether to laugh at or to
+pity him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Toinette! And you allowed him the hope--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I? If you think that you don't know me! When I found the
+torrent of
+words continued, all desire either to laugh or pity vanished, and I
+very positively and curtly declared that I had not the slightest
+inclination to become his wife, that if this would cause him
+unhappiness, I was very sorry, but that I could not accept the
+proposals of the first eccentric man I met, at the expense of my whole
+life. This was my final answer.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And he still has the effrontery to annoy you? And you were
+yielding
+enough--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Unfortunately, my friend, I'm much more kind-hearted than you
+suppose.
+The first time he returned after this, as I thought, final dismissal,
+you could not have helped laughing yourself at the penitent manner, in
+which he sneaked into the room after little Jean. I received him only
+on the condition that not a word should be said about admiration, love,
+or marriage. As for the rest why should I, a ci-devant duchess, deny
+myself so cheap a pleasure as keeping a count for my court fool? I was
+so lonely, so out of spirits. And as I said before, you can't imagine
+anything more comical than his face and manner. He actually has no face
+at all; when he's not here, it's impossible to remember how he really
+looks, his countenance is exactly like those on the tailor's fashion
+plates, his nose straight up and down, his month straight across, and
+his whiskers just such as grow on the faces of I don't know how many
+young noblemen. But now imagine this commonplace physiognomy beautified
+by perpetual lines of grief, or rather by the attempt to look utterly
+miserable, and you must perceive that there could be no more amusing
+contrast. I abuse him as much as I can, say the most impertinent
+things, refuse to even allow him to kiss the tip of my slipper, but
+have never succeeded in rousing him from his devout submission and
+adoration, I shouldn't be the daughter of a poor ballet-dancer and a
+vain, idle, tolerably desperate creature, if such an aristocratic slave
+didn't divert me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And how long do you propose to continue this delightful
+game?&quot; asked
+Edwin, in a somewhat irritated tone.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Instead of answering, Toinette opened a box and took out
+several large
+photographs. &quot;These are views of his castle,&quot; said she. &quot;Here, as it
+appears on the heights above the forests; here's the courtyard, with
+the carriage waiting and the young count's saddle-horse standing close
+by--I call him young, although one never thinks of his age, for can a
+man who never really experiences anything grow old?--And here are three
+views of the interior: the dining-hall, the conservatory, and the
+boudoir for the young countess. It can't be denied that he, or at least
+his upholsterer, has good taste, but the master of the house is an
+unwelcome addition to all this magnificence. I told him so to his face.
+His only answer was a sigh.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And how long is this proceeding to continue?&quot; Edwin repeated.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Toinette threw the photographs back into the box and rose from
+the
+sofa. &quot;You jealous friend; why should you desire to disgust me with
+this innocent pleasure in the evening of my life. Haven't you looked
+into my strong box? I do not wish to spend my days in gloom before the
+last thaler is exhausted.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And then?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then? I thought we had agreed that we are superfluous in the
+world,
+when we can no longer be useful nor give pleasure to ourselves or
+others.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And have you already gone so far?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Exactly so far. That is, I should, as he says, not only make
+my count
+happy but enable him really to live, if I would give myself to him. But
+I ask you, what kind of a life would it be for us both! A quicker,
+plainer, more unequivocal suicide would be preferable. And besides for
+whom could and should I live? True, I believe you're an honest and
+sincere friend, but haven't even you during the last few weeks, managed
+to do very well without me? And would you be able to enjoy the little
+pleasure my existence affords you, if you should see that I was
+dragging out the most miserable days, under a burden of deprivations
+and petty cares, which would crush my whole nature and at last destroy
+me?&quot; She had uttered the last words with increasing agitation, pacing
+restlessly up and down the room. It had grown dark. Little Jean knocked
+and asked whether his mistress wanted lights. &quot;No,&quot; she answered
+curtly. The boy noiselessly retired.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Toinette,&quot; said Edwin, &quot;will you listen five minutes, without
+interrupting me?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Speak. I would rather listen, than talk myself. My thoughts,
+when
+uttered aloud, have such a strange sound, that an icy shiver thrills
+me. Speak, speak!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You've reached a point where you can neither stand still nor
+go on, I
+mean in the direction you have adopted. There's apparently but one
+other course: to plunge into the abyss. But that's only the impulse of
+despair, and you've no right to despair. Couldn't you first try to turn
+back, take some other direction and see how far you could proceed? You
+believe me to be a sincere friend; I also believe in my friendship for
+you, although with all my honesty of purpose, I cannot think solely of
+your fate, but also a little of my own, when I aspire to be something
+more than your friend. Don't be startled. I know I should speak a
+language you would not understand, if I told you of the deep,
+unconquerable, and ever increasing passion, which from the first hour
+of our meeting has taken entire possession of me and with which you
+will bear witness, that I've never troubled you until to-day. I don't
+envy the count the part he plays, but it would be just as foolish, to
+maintain total silence in regard to this love that exists and demands
+to assert its rights in so solemn an hour. I know enough of your life
+to be able to cheer myself with the thought that no one stands nearer
+to you than I. Is it so utterly insane to cherish the hope, that I
+might in time become still dearer, that you might find it worth while
+to continue to live, if you should share your life with me, belong to
+me and find your happiness in mine? Dear Toinette, I'll not praise
+myself: but all whom I have ever loved will bear witness that I'm to be
+trusted. In other respects you know me; from the first I have always
+appeared what I am, never either in a moral or intellectual sense, have
+visited you in borrowed attire. If I did not know, that despite your
+unfortunate love of display, you possess a soul, true, simple and
+incorruptable, I should not be such a fool as to offer myself to you.
+All I possess has belonged to you from the first hour of our
+acquaintance, and I believe it will be enough to support you without
+too many deprivations; the passion I feel has first made me aware what
+a treasure of love I have, enough for the most exacting heart, and so I
+do not speak to you as a beggar. Whatever you give me, I can outweigh,
+even if a miracle should happen--your heart at last awake to me, and
+all that nature has lavished upon you be merged into the best gift--the
+power to love.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;This probably surprises you,&quot; he continued after a pause,
+during which
+she sat motionless on a chair by the door, her face expressionless and
+immobile. &quot;I too have been taken by surprise, although for months I
+have told myself that this hour must come, for in spite of your
+peculiar situation and the amusing game you are playing with the count,
+(Ah, Toinette it does not seem so absurd to me!) I should scarcely have
+said what I have to-day, but simply continued to do my duty as a mere
+friend, had not something occurred which unchains my tongue. A
+professorship has been offered me. It's not only that I must go away
+and therefore leave you behind--my whole future is secured. You know I
+have no ducal aspirations. You have seen our tun and can understand
+that he who has so long climbed that steep staircase without a murmur,
+would not consider it a necessity of life to drive in his own carriage
+through miles of woodland to an ancestral castle. Yet I should never
+have expected you to climb to your heaven-upon-earth by means of such a
+tottering Jacob's ladder. Now matters are different, and though my
+means are still limited, my life on the whole will be quite endurable.
+My brother, of course, would be the third in the alliance--&quot; At this
+moment little Jean entered and announced the arrival of the count.
+Toinette did not seem to hear him, but when the boy repeated his words,
+she said: &quot;I cannot see him! Say I am not well!&quot; The lad went out, and
+they heard an eager voice in the entry talking with him, then the door
+closed and soon after a carriage rolled away from the house. The room
+was perfectly still. Toinette remained seated in the chair by the wall,
+and Edwin on the sofa. He rose, and standing by the table seemed to be
+searching for some word that might loosen her heart and tongue.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I understand your silence, Toinette,&quot; he said at last &quot;You're
+too
+honest to hold forth hopes to me or to yourself in which you have no
+faith. Hitherto you've liked me because I made no claims upon you. Now
+I've confessed that I want all or nothing, and therefore have suddenly
+become a stranger to you, an unpleasant monitor, from whom you must
+defend yourself. Oh! Toinette, I feel what I've risked and perhaps
+lost, but I couldn't help it; I owed this confession to you and to
+myself; for the life I have hitherto led with you would if continued
+consume and destroy me, and the sacrifice would not even have afforded
+you pleasure, you're not vain and selfish enough for that. Why aren't
+you, Toinette? Why are you this wondrous mystery, whose incompleteness
+becomes a torture to itself? If you were a coquette, who found in human
+sacrifices and in her triumphs compensation for all the profound joys
+which can only rise from a deep heart, I should almost be grateful for
+it; it would be easier for me to put an end to everything between us.
+But no, send me away, tell me nothing more, I know what your silence
+means, and I know that no words of mine can awake a feeling which
+nature has not made possible to you.&quot; He moved, as if to leave the
+room, but his feet refused to obey his bidding; he could only walk to
+the window and stand there clasping with both hands the fastening of
+the sash, and pressing his forehead against the pane. Just at that
+moment, the young girl began to speak in a low, almost timid voice:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Are you angry, my dear friend, because I have so mutely
+listened to
+all this, to all your kind, earnest words, which I do not deserve, for
+which I cannot even thank you as I ought? For you'll not believe how
+much grief it causes me, that you are so kind, and I--I remain as I am.
+Oh! you're right, it is becoming a torture to me, this defect in my
+nature. It's like a spell. I've read of a girl apparently dead, who lay
+in her coffin, surrounded by friends who were pouring forth their love
+and sorrow, while she, with all her efforts, could not stir or hold out
+her hand to her weeping friends, and say: 'I'm still alive. I love you
+and will not leave you.' It's the same with me. Nothing ever caused me
+so much pain as that you now wish to leave me, because you desire from
+me that which I cannot give. And yet I should think I was committing a
+crime against you, if I sought to restrain you. I could expect anyone
+else to be satisfied with what I can give, be it little or much. But
+you--I want you to have all you desire and need; you're worthy of
+something better than to be weighted through life by such an unhappy
+creature as I. My dear friend, if I were not perfectly sure that you
+would repent it, that I should make you unhappy and in so doing go to
+destruction myself, believe me, I would not hesitate a moment, even if
+I felt I should be miserable, You've become so dear to me that I would
+gladly forget myself to help you. But we must not deceive ourselves;
+it's impossible! You're too sensitive to be able to endure happiness at
+the expense of another.&quot; Then, after a pause she continued: &quot;And yet
+you're perfectly right, all this must have been uttered some day. But
+it's inexpressibly sad that it should come so! Is there no help? When
+we've parted now--is there no hope, that we may again meet in life, if
+I still have a life before me, and clasp each other's hands like two
+faithful old friends? Must the parting be for ever?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He turned and with a secret tremor, saw that she had risen and
+softly
+approached him. Her face looked out from the gloom with a touchingly
+mournful expression; she stood like a child pleading for forgiveness,
+with her arms hanging at her side and her head bent so low that her
+hair fell over her temples. &quot;Edwin,&quot; she said softly, extending her
+hand and raising her eyes to his. His heart was burning with love and
+anguish. &quot;Oh! Toinette,&quot; he cried, &quot;farewell, farewell! Not a word
+more. All is said, the sentence of death is uttered!&quot; Mournfully she
+held out her arms to him; he clasped her to his breast, pressed his
+lips to her soft hair, felt for an instant her breath on his neck, then
+tore himself away and rushed like a madman out of the room.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER XIV.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">It was a singular coincidence that on the very same day and
+almost at
+the self-same hour another of the friends placed the decision of his
+happiness or misery in a woman's hands, and received no more consoling
+reply, nay was rejected in still more mysterious language than Edwin.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It happened thus. Mohr had gone to the little house on the
+lagune, as
+indeed he did every day, to inquire about Fräulein Christiane's health.
+Neither he or any other man had seen her since the night of the
+accident; for she had positively refused even to receive Marquard, who
+had saved her life. She sat in the small room behind the kitchen, which
+the old maid-servant had given up to her; the single grated window
+looked out upon the canal and the bare, blackened chimney. Here she
+bolted herself in and opened the door only at Leah's knock, but
+remained mute even to her kindly inquiries, and during the first day
+sat like a statue on the stool by the window, with her eyes intently
+fixed upon the sullen waters below. It seemed as if she considered
+herself in a self-chosen prison, separated from the world for life. She
+touched none of the food her nurse brought, except a little soup and
+bread, and the only time she had spoken was on the third day, when she
+asked for some work. Since that time sitting always in the same place,
+she had sewed from early morning until late at night, mended
+underclothing, hemmed handkerchiefs, and answered all the young girl's
+timid entreaties and questions only by a pressure of the hand and a
+gloomy shake of the head.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The same cheerless report was all that could be given today.
+The night
+before, Leah had glided into the kitchen, listened at the door of the
+room, and heard the poor thing moving restlessly to and fro, perhaps to
+warm herself, for it was cold and she had refused to have a fire
+lighted in the little stove. She had often groaned like one suffering
+the deepest pain, and vainly striving to repress any manifestation of
+it. Midnight was long past before all was still.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What will happen if God in his mercy does not perform a
+miracle and
+let a ray of his love and peace illumine the poor darkened soul!&quot;
+exclaimed the little artist, with a deep sigh. &quot;Oh! my child, don't you
+see I was right in saying that all earthly paths lead to darkness and
+error, unless we humbly strive to seize God's hand and walk by his
+side? This poor lost life! God forgive me, but I can scarcely help
+agreeing with the Herr Doctor: who can tell whether it was well for
+her, that we took so much trouble to recall her to existence?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Leah was standing beside her painting table, with her pale
+face bent
+toward the floor. She made no reply. Her heart was so heavy with her
+own griefs and those of others, that had it not been for her father,
+she would fain have wished herself out of the world.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My honored friends,&quot; said Mohr, rising from his chair, where
+puffing
+huge clouds of smoke from his cigarette he had sat for some time
+absorbed in thought, &quot;I too am of the opinion that something must be
+done; we have given the mercy of God ample time to work a miracle.
+Perhaps that mercy is held in abeyance; perhaps God is waiting to see
+whether we will not ourselves move in the matter and assail the
+difficulty with our poor human powers. And to do this, I at least, a
+tolerably obstinate heathen,--no offense, Herr König--am fully
+resolved.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What are you going to do?&quot; asked Leah, looking up in alarm.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mohr stretched his herculean frame, as he was in the habit of
+doing,
+when after long consideration he had formed some definite resolution.
+For a moment his muscular arms almost touched the ceiling, then he
+buried his hands in his bushy hair and said, half closing his eyes and
+drawing his mouth awry:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;This Marquard may understand his trade well enough, so far as
+the body
+is concerned, but rubbing the limbs is not all that can be done. The
+soul, which has been just as much benumbed by the accident, must also
+be warmed by spiritual friction and moral mustard plasters; for in its
+desperation it is still freezing in its death-like torpor, while the
+body is already rejoicing in the flow of the thawed blood. I'll go in
+and apply to this apparently dead soul, some of the restoratives we
+ought to have tried long ago.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;She will not admit you,&quot; said Leah with a sorrowful shake of
+the head,
+&quot;and even if--have I not done everything in my power, by kind words and
+the most sincere good will--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Certainly, my dear Fräulein, but that's just it: you've
+handled her
+with gloves. I--now, I will try a ruder way. Devil take it! no offense,
+Herr König, but really the evil one, if there is such a person, would
+laugh in his sleeve and with good reason, if we let this poor soul,
+which we've toiled so hard to snatch from his clutches, fall back into
+them for want of aid. Here it's force against force, and a little
+cunning into the bargain; if you'll knock, Fräulein Leah, and say you
+want to come in and then let me step before you--such an innocent
+stratagem will never be imputed to you as a sin.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I fear it will be useless,&quot; replied Leah, &quot;even if it does
+actual
+harm. At least I--but perhaps I don't understand.&quot; She went out, and
+Mohr, with awkwardly feigned liveliness, followed her on tip-toe as if
+bent upon some mischievous prank. Yet the hands he passed through his
+hair trembled. When Leah knocked at the chamber door, a scarcely
+audible voice within asked: &quot;Who's there?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I, dear Christiane,&quot; replied the young girl, &quot;and I wanted to
+ask if
+you would allow--here is--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At this moment the bolt was drawn back, and Mohr, without the
+slightest
+ceremony, passed Leah and entered the half open door.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Here's some one else,&quot; he said finishing Leah's sentence,
+&quot;who would
+like to inquire about Fräulein Christiane's health. Pardon an old
+friend, that cannot endure to be always shut out by locks and bolts. By
+<i>Styx</i>, my honored friend, you've not chosen the most cheerful
+quarters. This dark cage is uncommonly well adapted to give the blues.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Christiane was speechless. At the entrance of Mohr, who
+instantly
+closed the door behind him, she had started violently and fled to the
+grated window, where she stood motionless, with her arms folded over
+her breast and her eyes cast down; she almost seemed to be asleep. The
+jesting tone died on his lips, as he saw the death-like pallor of her
+face and the expression of hopeless suffering that dwelt about her
+mouth and eyes. As he approached nearer and tried to take her hand, she
+drew still closer to the window, sank into the chair which stood beside
+it, and with averted face and shuddering limbs motioned him away. An
+inexpressible compassion took possession of him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Fräulein Christiane,&quot; he said when he partially recovered
+from the
+shock of such a meeting, &quot;my visit is unwelcome to you; I'm sincerely
+sorry, but the reasons for my intrusion are far too grave for me to
+take leave of you at once, as well-bred people usually do under such
+circumstances. The more quietly you listen, the sooner you'll get rid
+of me. Will you listen?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No!&quot; at last burst hoarsely from her scarcely-parted lips.
+&quot;Go--leave
+me--I've nothing to hear or say!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Allow me to doubt that,&quot; he answered with apparent composure.
+&quot;For in
+the first place you are ill. The wisest sick people don't know what's
+good for them, they are in a certain sense irresponsible beings.
+Whether you have anything to say to me, I do not know, but I, have a
+great deal to say to you. To begin without circumlocution: I know
+you're angry with me, because I prevented you from accomplishing your
+purpose and turning you back on this world, which for some unknown
+reason, you wished to quit. Do you know why I took this liberty? Not
+from common philanthropy. I should beware of grabbing the coat tail of
+the first person I might see making the leap. No, my dear Fräulein,
+what I did for you I did from common selfishness; for if you were no
+longer in this world, it would lose it charms for me, like a quartette
+from which the first violin was missing. Pardon the not very clever
+comparison, but while your face is so ungraciously averted, I'm glad if
+I can even patch my sentences together, without making any pretensions
+to style.&quot; She still remained silent, with her forehead pressed against
+the bare wall and her hands convulsively clasped.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I don't know for what you have taken me so far,&quot; he continued
+in a
+smothered voice, as he leaned, against one of the bed posts and
+secretly wiped his forehead, although the room was by no means warm.
+&quot;Probably you've not had quite so bad an opinion of me, as I of myself,
+since I was vain enough to put my best foot forward as far as possible.
+One thing however, you do not know: as a man I may be a tolerably
+useless, superfluous and ill-made individual: but as a poodle I'm
+remarkable. The few persons to whom I attach myself can never shake me
+off, no matter what they do, or whether I'm agreeable or disagreeable
+to them. And therefore, I must inform you, that it will be useless to
+reject me, ill-treat me, or even plunge into the water again to get rid
+of me; the poodle will leap in after you and bring you out again, even
+if he's obliged to do it with his teeth.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I know that if you were to vouchsafe me a word, you would ask
+by what
+right I intrude upon you, what you are to me, why I annoy you with the
+information of my poodle qualities? Dear Fräulein, I might answer that
+I can no more give you a reason than the poodle could in the same
+situation; it is mere instinct. But a still better reply would be this:
+the misfortune of my life, dear friend, has been that I've always done
+everything by halves. It grieves me deeply, that this time also, in
+saving your life, I seem to have only half succeeded, and therefore I
+wish to see if I cannot complete my task, if I devote to it all my
+energies, my small portion of brains and heart and my large share of
+obstinacy.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Don't be offended by the not very choice mode I take of
+expressing
+myself, dear Christiane! You may believe that I'm in the most solemn
+earnest. Do you know what I told the brothers in the tun, when I first
+saw you and received that well merited dismissal you gave? I said that
+you were a whole-hearted woman, for whom I had a great respect. And
+this respect I still feel, and because I believe you to be one of the
+rare women, to whom an honest man may without the slightest peril offer
+his heart and hand--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Hush! Oh! for God's sake, hush!&quot; she interrupted, starting
+from her
+rigid immobility. &quot;Go, go--say no more--each word is like a red hot
+needle piercing my wounded flesh. You don't know--you shall never
+know--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Nonsense, dear Fräulein! I shall never know! As if I wanted
+to know
+anything, as if anything I could learn would be able to change my
+opinion of you! No, my honored friend, that would not be a poodle's
+trait. His master may steal spoons, may be the saviour of his native
+land; it makes no difference to the dog, he licks his hand with equal
+respect. The motive you had for taking that premature cold bath, I
+shall never ask to know in this world. Of course you were not entirely
+yourself, you had been tasting some of the bitter wormy apples, that
+hung on the tree of knowledge, and the cramps which ensued appeared
+unendurable. So be it! That belongs to the past, you've rid yourself of
+the indigestion by a violent remedy, and can gradually regain a taste
+for the household fare life serves up on an average. Isn't this clear
+to you, best, dearest of all artists? You would not be what you are,
+would not play Beethoven as you do, if you had passed by all the
+abysses and thorney hedges of this life safe and untorn.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He waited a short time for some reply; then he tried again to
+approach
+her window, but she turned away with a shrinking gesture, as if he
+would be degraded should his hands touch hers.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, no, no!&quot; she cried in a stifled voice. &quot;You think a
+thousand times
+too well of me. I--oh! there's nothing that less deserves to live, that
+is less able to endure life, than the wretched creature for whom you,
+self-sacrificing as you are,--but no, draw back your hand; you don't
+know whom you wish to raise.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Is it so?&quot; he said quietly. Then we must call things by their
+right
+names, that we may understand each other. Statistics and public
+opinions unite in saying, that of all the women who arbitrarily seek to
+leave the world, nine-tenths seek death from misplaced affection,
+deceived, unrequited, or hopeless passion. Should your case be one of
+these, the common prejudices of the world cannot prevent me from
+placing my love at your disposal. I know you never can have done
+anything base, half way, contemptible, which alone could degrade you in
+my eyes, because it would destroy and give the lie to the image of you
+which I cherish in my heart. Even if a misplaced love had led you into
+the arms of an unworthy man, and indignant anguish at a piece of
+knavish treachery, devilish villainy--He suddenly paused, startled by
+the fixed, almost Medusa-like gaze, with which she looked him in the
+face.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I thank you,&quot; she answered mournfully. &quot;'Devilish villainy'
+the words
+are apt, very apt. It's only a pity that I can't tell you why they are
+so. But that--that no lips would utter, save in madness, and
+unfortunately madness will not yet come to me. Perhaps if I repeat the
+words over and over, reflect how well they apply--but no, Fate is not
+so compassionate! Into the mire with the worm, should it show any
+desire to crawl. But to crush it, to give it the death blow--ah no!
+that would be far too humane, too magnanimous for an adorable
+Providence. Fie, how bitter this earth taste becomes on the tongue!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She shuddered, then started from her straw chair as if some
+strange
+power had rudely shaken her. &quot;Can you still remain!&quot; she exclaimed.
+&quot;Don't you feel that I must hate you more than any other human being,
+just because you have restored me to myself, hurled me back to the fate
+I thought I had escaped? It is such a refinement of mockery, that you
+should come with your kind, warm-hearted desire to aid me now, when
+there's nothing more to be saved. Ha! ha! ha! Perhaps if you stay here
+a little longer, madness may come. Then you would have rendered a
+service, which would atone for much. Won't you sit down? We'll have a
+little music--a few false notes more or less--<i>pshaw</i>, what will it
+matter? The harmony of the spheres will not be interrupted. Well? Don't
+you like the idea? Why are you silent?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Christiane,&quot; said he, and the tone of his voice revealed a
+firm,
+inexorable purpose, &quot;I will take my disagreeable face out of your
+sight--for to-day! But rely upon it; you will see me again. You do not
+know, cannot suspect what means a brave, honest man can summon to aid
+him in healing wounds that seem to be mortal. Christiane, despite all
+you have told me, I cannot give you up, cannot leave you to yourself;
+and this terrible, incomprehensible fate of which you speak--only give
+me time to struggle with it; I think I'm the stronger. Your life
+belongs to me. You threw it away, and I, the honest finder, restore it
+to you--if you despise it, it's mine. Only give me time! Only promise
+me--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Nothing,&quot; she exclaimed with savage resolution, by which she
+strove to
+arm herself against his beseeching words. &quot;My life is over. You will
+never--never see me again!&quot; She turned away and hid her face in both
+hands, which she pressed against the iron bars. After a pause she heard
+him say: &quot;So be it; I will go. But every word I have said stands fast.
+Henceforth your life is mine. I'll see who'll tear it from me.&quot; Then he
+left the room. Leah and her father were waiting for him in the sitting
+room. He passed on in silence, as if he did not see them, and the
+expression of his face was so gloomy and menacing that neither ventured
+to accost him.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>BOOK IV.</h2>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER I.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">When, late in the evening Edwin returned home, he found Balder
+lying
+dressed upon his bed, with the little lamp, by which he seemed to have
+been reading, beside him. His face was even paler than usual, his
+features wore an expression of feverish excitement, and his limbs were
+so paralysed by exhaustion, that he could only raise his head a little
+to greet his brother.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What news do you bring?&quot; he cried. &quot;Nothing good? How is it
+possible!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin approached his bed and bent over him. &quot;Child,&quot; said he,
+&quot;you
+ought to have been undressed long ago. Do you know that you're very
+cold and pale? I've nothing now but you. If you play me any mischievous
+tricks--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh! Edwin I--But you, how do matters stand between you and
+her? For
+God's sake tell me! what has happened? What did she say?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Nothing new, child; nothing which could surprise us. But it
+will be
+better to say nothing more about it to-day. I've taken a long tramp and
+feel very well now. Don't you see I'm perfectly calm! Why do you excite
+yourself instead of going to sleep, as I am about to do?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, no,&quot; cried the youth starting up in bed, while Edwin was
+trying to
+re-kindle the fire in the stove; &quot;I want to know all! Do you suppose I
+could sleep? Tell me--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well then, we had a thorough explanation and parted
+afterwards good
+friends, very good friends, but who, however, are resolved to avoid
+each other in the future. That's all, my boy! There, the fire is
+burning again. I feel terribly cold; and the night will be long and may
+bring snow. So Mohr, whose specialty is getting up a heat, hasn't been
+here! Come, we needn't grudge ourselves a little supper, now that we
+have become capitalists. I'll call Lore.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I've already provided for that,&quot; said Balder. &quot;I thought--we
+would
+have a pleasant evening together. She put it all down on the bench by
+the lathe--Oh! Edwin, is it possible?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What, my dear fellow? That there are people, young ladies
+especially,
+who don't find your brother so lovable as you, dear enthusiast? Ladies
+who would not prefer a tun and his heart to a fairy castle? Oh! child,
+if I really were the human jewel your brotherly affection believes me,
+don't forget how poor and tasteless the setting is, and that elegant
+young ladies regard fashion more than material. Courage, old fellow!
+We're too good to dispose of ourselves for less than our value; fool
+that I was to wish for something more in life, when I was already so
+rich. Haven't I wife, child, brother, and sweetheart all in one? Come
+on, child. I feel as hungry as if, instead of a stomach, I carried in
+my body the basket<a name="div2_05" href="#div2Ref_05"><sup>[5]</sup></a> I received this morning, and the provisions in
+yonder corner look remarkably appetizing!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Unfortunate girl!&quot; said Balder in a hollow voice.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin paused in the middle of the room. &quot;I thank you for those
+words,&quot;
+he said with a sudden change of tone. &quot;She deserves that one should
+weep tears of blood for her. Not because she is unable to take a liking
+for my worthy person; in that, she is perhaps very wise. But to be a
+child of the world, as she is, and neither able to conquer her fear of
+annihilation, nor able to take refuge in the arms of the eternal one
+called Love--oh! child, it's terrible. To have a heart so heavy that it
+draws her into the gulf of death before she knows why she has lived--a
+mind so clear, that it contends that we have a right to give up an
+enigma we are weary trying to solve, even if it were our own life, in
+order to obtain repose! Yes tears of blood, precisely because she
+cannot weep them herself; for her poor Undine soul, in its despair, has
+not even the petty consolations of tortured mortals. Mark my words, no
+drop of blood will flow when she dies. She'll be found some day sitting
+before her mirror with a frozen heart. Turned to stone by her own
+image.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Edwin! You think--she could--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Put an end to her life, rush out of the world--marry the
+count, which
+to be sure, amounts to very much the same thing. But hush! I hear
+Heinrich on the stairs. We'll show him cheerful faces; these have not
+been altogether happy days for him of late.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mohr entered. It was touching to see how his gloomy face
+brightened
+when Edwin without saying a word, handed him the letter from the
+faculty. &quot;I'll dedicate my comedy to these gentlemen,&quot; said he. &quot;There
+seems to be some people in the world after all who know how to
+appreciate uncommon merit.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He remained until late in the evening. They pushed the table
+close to
+Balder's bed-side and all shared in the frugal meal, engaging in
+conversation about the latest events in their lives; a conversation
+during the progress of which each unburdened his heart to the other,
+and in acknowledging the necessity and inevitability of pain and sorrow
+they grew as calm as mariners who, floating with the stream, take in
+oars and sails and lying on their backs watch the movements of the
+clouds.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But when the brothers were again alone, the memory of what
+they had
+recently experienced seemed to seize upon Edwin with fresh strength. &quot;I
+would give my life to help her!&quot; he said to himself. Balder doubtless
+caught the remark, but remained silent. When they had put out the
+light, he heard Edwin rise and come to his bed. &quot;Child,&quot; said he, &quot;it's
+so cold over there. Move a little nearer to the wall; I should like to
+hold your hand until I fall asleep. I've nothing but you, but that's
+enough, if I only know you're near me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He lay down beside Balder, with his hand clasped in his
+brother's. It
+was not long before he fell asleep and breathed as quietly as a man who
+has peaceful dreams. But Balder lay awake for hours, revolving various
+unformed ideas in his mind.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When they awoke the next morning, they were as usual silent
+and
+absorbed in their own thoughts, and the events of the previous evening
+were not mentioned between them. Edwin looked over his notes for the
+lecture. Balder sketched some models lent him by his employer; only
+once the latter asked casually if Edwin was not going to answer the
+deans' letter immediately. &quot;There's no great hurry now, child,&quot; replied
+the other. &quot;But it shall be done. A change of air would be the best
+thing for me, and perhaps for you too.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Certainly,&quot; replied the invalid. &quot;I long to get away from
+this air.&quot;
+He meant more than his words conveyed, but Edwin did not see the calm
+smile that would have betrayed his thoughts.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I shall leave you without any one to look after you to-day,
+my dear
+boy,&quot; said Edwin, as he put his notes in his pocket to go to the
+lecture. &quot;I hope you'll be good and neither attempt to work, nor commit
+any other act contrary to police regulations. Farewell, child! Make up
+a little more fire. Your hands are so cold again.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At the end of ten minutes Balder threw aside his pencil, and
+began to
+exchange his dressing gown for a street suit. His hands trembled when,
+for the first time in many weeks, he again took out the old cloak and
+little grey hat he had worn on his last expedition to the courtyard.
+Despite his old fashioned, almost shabby clothes, and the weary manner
+in which he limped along with his cane, there was such a charm in his
+movements and the slight droop of the beautiful face, that no one would
+have smiled at the short cloak and worn felt hat.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He glided down the stairs very softly. On the landing before
+Christiane's door, he remembered how long it was since he had heard her
+play. He thought she had stopped on account of his illness and
+determined on his return to knock and beg her not to deny herself the
+pleasure any longer. The door of the workshop was only ajar. The head
+journeyman saw him pass, and called after him to ask a friendly
+question about his health and warn him not to catch cold. He answered
+with a jest and crossed the courtyard without looking at the bench in
+the bean arbor, but was obliged to stand still a moment in the entry to
+recover his breath. His heart throbbed loudly; he heard through the
+door Franzelius' deep voice, suppressed but apparently engaged in eager
+conversation, and now and then a merry, girlish laugh he had missed for
+weeks. Only a momentary pang thrilled his frame, the next instant he
+was calm and cheerful again. He felt strong enough to enter and greet
+the happy pair without envy. &quot;Perhaps I will when I come back,&quot; he
+thought, and then limped softly forward, glad that he met no one who
+would have remonstrated against his hazardous venture.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A keen, cold east wind was blowing, driving before it flakes
+of dry
+crumbling snow. Fortunately an empty droschky was just passing; Balder
+stopped it, and as he sat within, wrapped himself closely in his cloak.
+But it was not the cold that made him shiver, but the feverish
+excitement of his blood; for every pulse throbbed in anticipation of
+the decisive moment he was about to meet.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When he reached the house in Rosenstrasse, he could not alight
+directly
+at the door, as an elegant carriage already occupied the place. He
+ordered the droschky to wait, and with many pauses, that he might not
+lose his breath, ascended the stairs.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Little Jean opened the door and stared at the unexpected
+visitor with
+eyes that grew larger than ever at the sight of him. There was some one
+calling on his mistress, he said, but perhaps she would receive him; he
+would see. He came back almost immediately and in his unmovably solemn
+manner, without uttering a word, opened the door of Toinette's room.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER II.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">When the young girl saw Balder, she hastily rose from the sofa
+and with
+the most winning cordiality approached him, holding out both little
+hands, as if to support his tottering steps.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You've come to see me yourself--to-day!&quot; she exclaimed. &quot;But
+was it
+safe? The wind is so cold--my stairs are so steep--and yet you don't
+know how glad I am to see you well again. Allow me to introduce you to
+the Herr Count.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She turned toward a tall, slender man, dressed entirely in
+black, who
+sat negligently leaning back in the chair beside the sofa, and only
+noticed the young stranger in the shabby cloak by a slight bend of the
+head. A flush crimsoned Balder's face, partly at the count's haughty
+gesture, partly at the thought: &quot;So he's the man who has supplanted
+Edwin!&quot; His clear eyes rested a few seconds upon the countenance of the
+young nobleman, who had taken a newspaper from the table and seemed to
+be attentively reading it. He did not know why the regular features and
+faultless figure caused him so much dissatisfaction, and at the same
+time awakened a sort of compassion. He too had bowed in silence and now
+sank into the arm chair the beautiful girl had drawn forward with
+friendly solicitude.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He was now sitting opposite her, but at first could find no
+words with
+which to begin a conversation, he was so completely captivated by her
+face. In spite of Edwin's descriptions, he had not imagined her so
+beautiful and elegant, had not supposed that the tone of her voice and
+the expression of her dark eyes were so gentle and innocent. She seemed
+to attribute his silence to exhaustion caused by unusual exertion and
+left him to rest for a time, while she rang for the boy and ordered
+some sugar and water. Then she again turned toward him and in the most
+cordial manner questioned him concerning his health, and what remedies
+the doctor had ordered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">His only reply was to express his thanks for the friendly
+interest she
+had shown him during the past few weeks, and tell in how many delirious
+dreams the palms had played a part, and what pleasure they had afforded
+him in his hours of consciousness. At first his manner was hesitating
+and embarrassed, but when he noticed the sarcastic smile on the face of
+the count, who sat opposite him without uttering a syllable, he
+suddenly shook off his diffidence and gave utterance to so many bright
+and clever ideas that Toinette thought him very attractive, and frankly
+told him that his brother had slandered him, when he described him as a
+misanthropic hermit. She hoped to see him more frequently now; she was
+angry with him for having waited till he had been seriously ill before
+finding the way to her, and he might as well confess that the only
+reason he had not joined the party to Charlottenburg, was because he
+was prejudiced against her. Who could tell how Edwin might have
+slandered her too. She said all this in such a gay tone, that Balder
+was secretly amazed. Was it coldness of heart or self-control, that
+enabled her to speak of Edwin as if nothing had occurred between them,
+as if he would come to her again to-morrow and renew the old
+intercourse? Absorbed in this reflection he again became silent, and
+she also lost her gayety.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You were going to say something more,&quot; she began after a
+pause. &quot;I saw
+you repress the words that were hovering on your lips.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You may have been right,&quot; he replied. &quot;But if you'll allow
+me, I'll
+say it some other time. I'll not interrupt you any longer to-day.&quot; He
+glanced at the count and prepared to rise.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My dear Count,&quot; said the fair girl, without the least
+embarrassment,
+&quot;I should like to say a few words to Herr Balder alone. If you would go
+into the ante-room for five minutes--you will find books on the table,
+and can amuse yourself in feeding my sparrows.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I hope the private audience will not last too long,&quot; said the
+young
+gentleman sharply, as he rose, and pulling his whiskers, walked slowly
+toward the ante-room.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Toinette's color heightened. &quot;Have patience,&quot; she cried. &quot;Herr
+Balder
+is a less frequent visitor than you, and I must avail myself of the
+favorable opportunity. Besides, you'll lose nothing important, so far
+as I am aware.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He made her an ironical bow and said: &quot;You somewhat abuse your
+sovereign rights, Fräulein; but in case of necessity, the room to which
+you send me has a second door of egress. <i>Au revoir</i>.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">They were scarcely alone, when Balder seized Toinette's hand
+and
+pressed it warmly. &quot;Dear Fräulein,&quot; he said, &quot;I thank you for having
+allowed me this interview. I shall not try the gentleman's patience
+long. The object that has brought me here, in addition to the desire to
+thank you in person, is soon explained. My brother has told me--from
+the very beginning--the terms on which he stood with you, and that
+yesterday you deprived him of all hope. I don't know whether you were
+really as much in earnest as he supposed, whether it was indeed your
+final answer. And Fräulein, I'm so proud of my brother that I could not
+make up my mind to utter even a syllable that might sound like
+intercession to a woman who had really rejected him. It's not merely
+the partiality of kindred blood: I've lived with him six years and know
+his value, and I know that the best of women would scarcely be good
+enough for him. Therefore, if the woman he loved did not perceive his
+worth, it might at first be a great grief to him, but I should console
+myself with the thought that she did not deserve him and must lack the
+power to render him happy, if she could fail to appreciate his
+nobleness and wealth of intellect, and her incredible piece of good
+fortune to be loved by such a man. Knowing you as I do, dear Fräulein,
+through him and through my own short acquaintance with you, I have
+formed too favorable an opinion of you to believe that you could be
+blind to the worth of Edwin's mind and heart. His ironical manner of
+speaking of himself, his simplicity, and disdain of all pretension have
+not deceived you in regard to the depth and warmth of his nature, the
+superiority of the man who has laid his life at your feet. If
+nevertheless you can endure the thought of losing him, I must believe
+that some other obstacle stands between you. You have always been
+honest and frank toward Edwin. Be so to me too, dear Fräulein; tell me
+openly whether I'm mistaken or whether I have made the right
+conjecture, in believing you would have accepted his offer if he had
+been entirely alone in the world, if he had not imposed upon you, for
+who knows how long a time, the care of an invalid brother.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She looked at him with an expression of the greatest
+astonishment and
+admiration. &quot;Dear Herr Balder, how can you even for a moment--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're right,&quot; he smilingly interrupted, &quot;it would be too
+much to
+expect you to carry honesty so far. Therefore please say nothing, but
+let me tell you that this miserable obstacle does not really stand in
+the way, or rather that it will scarcely be an obstacle after a few
+weeks longer. I've asked our physician on his conscience--and
+fortunately he has one, so that I might even have believed a different
+answer than the one he gave. The poor mortal who stands before you,
+will soon be obliged to leave vacant even the modest place he now
+occupies in the world. Edwin of course has no suspicion of this; we are
+all accustomed to think even the inevitable improbable, if it's coming
+is long delayed. When it at last occurs, we try to accommodate
+ourselves to it as best we may. Edwin will get over his grief in time.
+For my part--I confess, dear Fräulein, I find the world very beautiful.
+I should have liked to continued your acquaintance too. But one must
+not be grasping; I've enjoyed life so fully, in a condensed essence as
+it were, that I really ought not to complain if the portion allotted to
+me is already consumed.&quot; He paused, a calm smile resting on his lips.
+When he looked up, he saw that Toinette's eyes were full of tears. &quot;Why
+do you weep?&quot; he asked anxiously. &quot;I hope my fate, which causes me
+anything but sorrow--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; she eagerly exclaimed, closing her eyes a moment as if
+to repress
+the tears. &quot;I don't weep for you, dear Balder--pardon me for addressing
+you like an old friend or brother-you're not to be pitied, I <i>envy</i> you
+your beautiful life and your still more beautiful death, even if it is
+as near as you believe; perhaps it may be farther off than you think; a
+man can endure much, and doctors are bad prophets. If my eyes grew
+moist, it was for myself, because I'm such a poor fool, that I must
+remain in debt to you and your brother for the offer of all the good
+and beautiful things you would fain give me but which I must
+nevertheless decline. Dear Balder, if you knew--but why should you
+know? If I'm unhappy, isn't it my only consolation to at least appear
+no worse than I am, explain why, with the best intentions, I cannot
+make those I love as happy as they deserve to be?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I have repented a thousand times,&quot; she continued, pushing her
+hair
+back from her temples, and at the same time surreptitiously brushing
+the tears from her eyes, &quot;that I did not yesterday tell your brother
+all my story. I have been reflecting ever since how I could repair my
+error, whether I should write my tale or beg him to come to me again.
+But it makes no difference; I may as well tell you as him that I now
+know that I shall have no happiness in life, never, never, either
+through myself or others. You shall know why, although the secret
+concerns subjects which are rarely mentioned between two young people.
+Dear friend, I can give you no better proof of the high esteem in which
+I hold you, than in telling you this sorrowful secret, which I only
+learned myself a few days ago.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She here cast a hasty glance at the door, through which the
+count had
+left the room. &quot;I owe this knowledge to him,&quot; she continued in a lower
+tone. &quot;As his relatives tried to persuade him out of his mad intention
+of marrying me, by harping upon my humble origin, he made inquiries
+concerning me in my native city; he wished at least to ascertain
+whether anything derogatory could be said about my family. The little
+that was known about my parents did not satisfy him; so he applied to
+the young prince, who of late has again resided in his ancestral castle
+and is about to wed his cousin. Madly in love as he is, the count did
+not conceal why he desired to information, and the young prince, now
+perhaps the only person who really knows anything about the matter,
+thought it his duty, by way of warning, to tell him the family secret
+that his mother, on her death bed, had confided to him. Oh! dear
+Balder, such horrible things happen in this world! Oh! that a poor
+mortal should be obliged to live and struggle against his fate in vain,
+seldom even knowing why he must suffer! But when they <i>are</i> known the
+stronger the reasons the less comfort they afford! Since I've known why
+I am constituted, as I am, that it all precedes from perfectly natural
+causes and that it is not at all surprising that I have never been able
+to make myself or others happy. I've also lost all hope that things can
+ever alter for the better.&quot; She leaned back in the corner of the sofa,
+rested her head on the cushion and gazed fixedly at the ceiling. &quot;Do
+you know my story?&quot; said she.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My brother told me all.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He has told you nothing; for I find that I myself knew
+nothing of the
+truth, that I did not even know my real parents. The good ballet-master
+was not my father, my father was the prince, and the woman I called
+mother, was utterly alien in blood; my mother was a poor girl,
+beautiful and unfortunate, more unfortunate even than her daughter. She
+is said to have loved a worthy young man, but he was too poor to marry
+her. The prince, who did not love his wife and never remained with her
+long at the castle, was residing in Berlin; he saw the timid young
+creature in the street, and followed her. She would have nothing to say
+to him, his rank and wealth did not allure her, she preferred to remain
+a beggar, rather than prove faithless to her love. But her mother! Can
+you imagine how a mother can break the heart of her only child? Yet her
+mother did it. And now she is dead, and her unhappy daughter is dead,
+and the child of that daughter, who was forced to sacrifice herself
+without love, this child of misery and blasphemy lives and must atone
+for its patents' sin by carrying through life an unhappy heart that
+cannot love!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She was silent, and he too sat without speaking, deeply moved
+by the
+hopeless tone of her voice. They heard the count pacing impatiently up
+and down the ante-room, carriages rolling along the street, and the
+bright winter sun shone cheerily through the clear window panes.
+Suddenly the lovely girl sat erect again, shook back her hair and said
+with a forced laugh: &quot;Oh! how horrible! But what's to be done? It is
+and cannot be helped. Only those people seem to me pitably stupid and
+cruel, who seek to make such a poor unfortunate being responsible for
+its acts, I would gladly be a good, warm-hearted, simple fool, like
+other girls, make kind people happy, and be tenderly petted myself, if
+it hadn't been for this terrible spell which is upon me; but my poor
+mother could leave me nothing but her hate and cold, mute despair, and
+from my father I inherited my princely tastes and empty hands. He loved
+me very dearly, they say, the more so because the purchased happiness
+with my mother was so short; she died when I was born. In order to be
+able at least to occasionally see me, he placed me, despite of the
+princess' opposition, with my foster parents, for whose child I passed.
+But he himself died young and forgot to provide for me in his will, and
+the princess never forgave me my existence. If she had lived to see me
+curse my life, she might perhaps have been conciliated. But she too is
+dead, and I'm all alone.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Must you remain so, dear Fräulein?&quot; said Balder, laying his
+hand
+gently on hers, which were clasped on her lap.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My friend,&quot; she replied, &quot;I believe that both you and your
+brother
+have the kindest intentions toward me. But it would be a crime, if I
+were to persuade myself that you could help me now, when I see all so
+clearly, know that my fate is to suffer from a taint in the blood. How
+can you persuade me to make your brother unhappy? For he would be so; I
+could never endure narrow surroundings. Of course if one loved, that
+passion would chase away all the rest, all the cares and poverty of
+daily life would be forgotten. My mother certainly would not have
+sighed or complained, had she become the wife of the man she loved.
+But--I will promise no one what I can't perform. To lead my sorrowful
+life alone, to my own cost, shrink from an unpaid bill and turn again
+and again a worn-out dress--that I could accomplish if necessary. The
+princess who had to tend geese, may have secretly wept herself weary;
+and if the worst should come no one can control me. But when I've once
+given my life into other hands, and am no longer mistress of myself, I
+should be obliged to persevere even if I saw that my unhappiness was
+weighing down another heart with sadness. And your brother is too dear
+to me for that, you can tell him so.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She rose seemingly wishing to end the conversation. But Balder
+remained
+seated and after a pause said: &quot;So you want to deprive those whom you
+believe to be your friends, of all hope of conquering what you call
+your fate? I believe, like you, in the power of blood, but I believe
+too, in the power of the will and the might of love. Only one thing
+seems hopeless to me: the commonplace. I've not known many people, yet
+among the few I have known were some who felt so perfectly well
+satisfied with what was base and mean, that nothing higher and purer
+could touch and win them. But a noble spirit, like yours, unhappy
+because of its loneliness, suffering only on account of its inability
+to give joys to others--no, dear Fräulein, never will I believe that
+your heart can have no future, that you must forever remain in this
+sad, cold isolation, and all the efforts of warm-hearted men to melt
+your soul be utterly in vain. When I repeat our conversation to my
+brother, I know well what his course will be; he will not think of
+himself but of your fate and his duty not to remain away from you. You
+don't know what he can do. Not that he will seek to win you for
+himself, to creep into your heart in any way. But he will fearlessly
+battle with the dark powers that rule your youth, and,&quot; he added with a
+melancholy smile--&quot;I'm only sorry that I shall not be alive to hear
+you, when you say to him: 'You've conquered; my heart has grown warm.'&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Toinette gently shook her head. &quot;You're a good man, but a bad
+prophet,&quot;
+she answered smiling. &quot;But no matter. Only promise me to live, for who
+knows what may happen; and tell your brother--what you please. I doubt
+whether he will come here again. He's different from you, prouder, more
+passionate, he wants 'all or nothing.' If he will only learn to be
+satisfied with a little--I shall always be glad to see him. But he must
+come soon, for I can't tell what will become of me. In three days I
+must decide upon something; for even if I loved life, I can live no
+longer as I am; servitude, poverty--or a third contingency, which might
+not be the worst. And now, my dear friend--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She looked toward the door, which had already been once opened
+and
+hastily closed again. The youth rose and approached her. &quot;I thank you
+most sincerely for all you've confided to me,&quot; said he, &quot;and I shall
+carry away a lighter heart than I brought with me. But I should like to
+say one thing more; if it's impossible for you to refuse to receive
+this count, beware of letting Edwin meet him here. From what I know of
+my brother, he would not endure this gentleman's haughty manner, and
+even his mere presence, his cold, empty smile, his brow, behind which
+no noble thought ever germinated, would be so repulsive to him, that he
+would beseech you to choose between him and this third alternative. How
+is it possible for <i>you</i> to tolerate such a person near you? The very
+nobility of your own nature ought to make such a caricature of true
+nobility--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At this moment the door was gently opened and the count
+appeared on the
+threshold. &quot;Send this eloquent young man away, Fräulein,&quot; he said
+contemptuously, without vouchsafing Balder a single glance, &quot;or you'll
+place me in the painful position of being forced to give him a lesson
+in good breeding, to make him understand that it's unseemly to express
+his very immature opinions about people in so loud a tone that those
+concerned can't help hearing it in the adjoining room. Of course it's
+impossible to feel insulted by such complimentary remarks from a saucy
+lad. But--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You forget where you are, Count,&quot; Toinette hastily
+interrupted, while
+Balder growing red and pale by turns, vainly strove to find an answer.
+&quot;If the time seems long to you, pray go. I'm accountable to no one for
+the length of my interview with this friend.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Undoubtedly,&quot; replied the count with a slight bend of the
+head,
+&quot;you're at liberty to choose your friends, and no one is responsible
+for his taste. I, too, trust to continue the acquaintance of this
+hopeful youth--at some more suitable place. Farewell, Fräulein!&quot; He
+took his hat and with an icy smile left the room.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What have you done, Balder!&quot; cried Toinette. &quot;You've deeply
+offended
+him, and he'll never forget it. Why didn't I warn you? These walls and
+doors are so thin!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Pardon me the unpleasant scene; I deeply regret having caused
+it,&quot;
+replied Balder, extending his hand to her. &quot;But I've no anxiety about
+anything else. I still believe the count has too much good feeling to
+revenge himself on a defenceless man for an unintentional offence, and
+then--no one can bear me a grudge <i>long</i>. I do not even know whether I
+can bid you farewell a second time?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He bent over her hand, and, absorbed in other thoughts, she
+left it in
+his clasp. &quot;Don't go yet,&quot; she said. &quot;Wait till he has driven away. I
+don't feel satisfied about this matter. And you're exhausted, and you
+ought to take a glass of wine--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He smilingly released her hand. &quot;Although I'm not the
+strongest person
+in the world--my nerves are strong enough as yet to prevent any fear of
+men. You may be perfectly at ease, dear Fräulein, I shall find my way
+home safely. Farewell!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He limped out of the room so quickly, that little Jean, who
+was sitting
+at a small table in the entry, writing exercises, was not quick enough
+to open the door for him. But when he had descended the stairs and
+reached the street, he saw the count's carriage still standing in the
+same place. &quot;He's waiting till I have gone, and will then go up again,&quot;
+he thought, and regretted that there was to be a continuation of the
+scene just experienced. But as he looked around to summon the droschky,
+the carriage door opened and the count alighted.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My worthy young gentleman,&quot; said he, approaching Balder,
+&quot;we've not
+yet done with each other. I've taken the liberty of waiting here, to
+give you some good advice.&quot; He paused a moment and measured the youth
+from head to foot. Balder looked him quietly in the face. &quot;I'm eager to
+hear it,&quot; said he.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're still very young and moreover in other respects not a
+person
+who could be held to the full meaning of his words. But for that very
+reason you will do well not to try forbearance too far. I inform you
+therefore that I don't desire to meet you in this young lady's drawing,
+room a second time.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It will rest entirely with you, Herr Count, to avoid me. I've
+no
+reason to shun you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then you must submit to the treatment I think proper to
+bestow upon
+any insolent person of your stamp.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Balder had turned deadly pale, and his limps trembled, but
+instead of
+menace there was a strange expression of sorrow in the eyes that rested
+upon the man who offered him this insult.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Herr Count,&quot; said he, &quot;I regret that I expressed my opinion
+of you in
+so loud a tone that you could overhear it. It always pains me to offend
+any one. But I regret still more, that your subsequent conduct confirms
+my hasty judgment. I believe we've nothing more to say to each other.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He bowed coldly and beckoned to the driver of his droschky,
+which was
+waiting at some little distance. At the same moment he felt his cloak
+seized.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It is true, my young friend, that I have done with you,&quot; he
+heard the
+count say in a tone of suppressed fury. &quot;Your feeble health gives you
+the liberty, so easily abused, of saying what you please with impunity.
+But you will oblige me by giving your brother, in my name, the same
+warning that I have given you. Out of consideration for the lady to
+whom he, as I hear, is paying attention, I should prefer that she
+should be spared the necessity of making a choice between us. I'm not
+in the habit of putting myself on a level with the first person who
+comes along, and the affair might have unpleasant consequences for him.
+You'll be kind enough to give him this message, my young friend? And
+now I'll not keep you standing in the windy street any longer. I trust
+you have understood me.&quot; He drew back, bowed with mock civility, and
+sprang into his carriage, which drove rapidly away.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Balder remained silent and motionless. Involuntarily he placed
+his hand
+upon his heart, where he felt a keen pain. But it passed away again.
+His rigid features relaxed, and he smiled sadly as he drew his cloak
+closer around his shoulders. &quot;What a contemptible man!&quot; said he. &quot;How
+anybody who is governed by such dull instincts must feel! And she, she
+could--no, Edwin, he is not dangerous to you, or she has never been
+worthy of possessing your heart!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The droschky stopped beside him, the driver, who saw the pale
+youth
+standing so lost in thought, pitied him, and jumped down from the box
+to open the door and help him in. &quot;Why, sir, you ought to be with your
+mother, instead of making visits. An old droschky like this isn't very
+warm, and you're shivering like a sentinel when it is ten degrees below
+zero.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You are right, my friend,&quot; replied Balder smiling. &quot;But I
+think the
+sentinel will soon be relieved. Drive me home as fast as possible, I
+shall hardly get out of doors again.&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER III.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">Edwin was strolling down Friedrichstrasse with Marquard, whom
+he had
+met on his way home from the university.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I thought it would only be a soap bubble of happiness,&quot; said
+he. &quot;A
+removal at this season of the year is as impossible, as for him to
+remain here alone. You'd undoubtedly take the best care of him, and
+Mohr has even offered to move into the tun bodily as 'Vice-Edwin.' But
+nevertheless, my dear fellow, don't urge me. You don't know how we've
+spoiled each other. There are hours when it's troublesome for him to
+speak, and then I read the signs on his brow as clearly as my own
+handwriting. And, reproach me if you will for being sentimental, I,
+too, should fare ill without him. For the last six years my best
+thoughts have come to me in his calm presence. If I reached a point
+when I could make no farther progress, I only needed to look at him,
+and light dawned upon me from his eyes. I'm really afraid I should seem
+stupid, if I were to go to the university without him, and the faculty
+would think I'd had somebody's help in writing my prize essay. <i>Habeat
+sibi!</i> Some other door will open.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You know your own affairs best,&quot; replied Marquard, who,
+wrapped
+in an elegant fur cloak, was strolling beside him with apparent
+indifference. &quot;If it doesn't agitate him to think that he's the
+obstacle. Perhaps--it's only an idea--you might allege your regard for
+the princess in Rosenstrasse, as a pretext for not going away.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Unfortunately the good advice comes too late. He knows that
+that is
+all over.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What? Been made such short work of? How did that happen?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It's a long story. I'll tell you some other time.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">They walked on in silence side by side. At last Marquard said:
+&quot;I see
+I'm the only practical person among you; for even our tribune of the
+people--though he's shown more common sense than I gave him credit for,
+in selecting from among the children of the people one whose father is
+a house owner for his bride--will scarcely become a steady married man
+and quiet citizen. You, my noble philosopher, are in love with a
+psychological problem, and our satirical friend, instead of at least
+acting out his comedy: 'I am I and rely on myself--'&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What news have you heard of him? He came in to play chess
+last night
+as usual.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;His queen checkmated him yesterday, the game's up, the
+zaunkönigs were
+sitting in their nest with very anxious faces when I make them a short
+call in the evening. The mysterious night-bird they sheltered, has
+flown away, no one knows where.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Could the poor creature for the second time--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That was the fear of her worthy hosts, behind whose backs she
+stole
+away. But I soothed their anxiety. After a conversation forced upon her
+by Mohr, in the course of which God knows what he may have said,
+undoubtedly with the best intentions, but in his mad way, she waited
+until papa König and the young girl had gone out, then suddenly emerged
+from her solitary corner and saying that she wanted to buy a winter
+cloak, asked the cook to lend her some money. When she'd got twelve or
+fourteen thalers--all the ready money the woman had,--she entered a
+droschky and drove away. It's not likely that she wanted to buy a
+pistol, having possibly taken a prejudice against water, for tickets to
+eternity can be bought cheaper by other routes. Moreover so many days
+have intervened since that unhappy night, that it's natural to suppose
+milder thoughts had come. In a note to Leah, she begged her not to seek
+to discover her, for that she would send her word when she could find
+courage to live and a desire to recall herself to the memory of those
+who had meant kindly toward her, though they had acted against her
+will. Herr Feyertag might sell her furniture and piano, deduct the rent
+and the borrowed money from the proceeds, and give the remainder to the
+poor; the letter was resolute, like the woman who wrote it, but it was
+no suicide's bulletin; I know that, for I once made a collection of the
+autographs, last notes, etc., left by suicides just before they entered
+eternity.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And Mohr?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He came again in the evening, and seemed to have been
+brooding
+meantime over some plan or to have had some other question to ask. When
+he found the cell empty, (no one thought of an escape, as the
+imprisonment was voluntary,) he became even more thoughtful, morose,
+and uncivil than he's been for the last few weeks. Even the little
+zaunkönig, who can usually stand a good deal, seemed somewhat nettled
+by his strange manners. For the rest--all honor to the little man! He's
+cared for the unfortunate creature like a real Samaritan, while from a
+Christian standpoint, suicides have usually been considered the very
+scum of humanity, the poor step-children of God and predestined to
+misery, and have always been buried outside the church-yard wall. A
+long hymn of praise might be sung over Leah's treatment of the
+stranger. My little Adèle actually gets jealous when I tell her how
+self-sacrificing, clever, and discreet the zaun-princess' conduct has
+been.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And there's still no clue to the cause of this desperate
+step?&quot; said
+Edwin. &quot;When I think of our bacchanalian revel at Charlottenburg, and
+her playing--she seemed to be in such good spirits, like all the rest
+of us, only of course in her strange, sullen way--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Marquard shrugged his shoulders. &quot;Who can tell! Perhaps Leah!
+At least,
+whenever I alluded to the subject, she grew speechless in a strange
+way, like a person who has no talent for lying and therefore prefers to
+seal his lips. Mohr, who'd be easier game to an inquisitor, seemed, up
+to yesterday, to have no suspicions; but early this morning, so your
+old Lore tells me, he went to Fräulein Christiane's room, on the
+pretext that he wanted to buy the piano. There he rummaged in every
+corner, and at last found something--a little book, at the sight of
+which he uttered an inarticulate moan. What it may have been, his
+'so-called gods' only know. However, he's happy now; he has an object
+in life which occupies all his thoughts: to unveil this mystery and
+trace the woman who has disappeared.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I've wondered whether, after all,--did you never meet a
+certain
+Candidat Lorinser?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The physician made no reply; for they were just turning the
+corner of
+Dorotheenstrasse, and Marquard's keen eye had discovered a crowd of
+people standing silent and motionless around a droschky in front of
+Herr Feyertag's shop. &quot;What's that?&quot; said he. &quot;Are the neighbors
+waiting to see Jungfrau Reginchen drive out to pay wedding calls? We've
+not got quite so far as that--no, some accident--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin heard no more. Urged by a sudden presentiment, he
+reached the
+house at the very moment a lifeless body, carefully supported by the
+head journeyman and the driver of the droschky, was carried up the
+steps. He heard the crowd around him say: &quot;There comes his brother!&quot;
+then his senses failed. The by-standers caught him, as he tottered and
+seemed about to fall.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But it was only a momentary faintness that paralysed him. The
+next
+instant he heard Marquard's voice again. &quot;Keep up your courage, Edwin!
+Come! It can scarcely be death!&quot; Aided by his friend, he stood erect
+and allowed himself to be led into the house.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The entry was crowded with the members of the household and
+with
+curious neighbors, but they silently made way for them. All the
+apprentices were assembled in the courtyard, gazing at the upper
+windows as if expecting some message; but not a word was uttered, the
+whole house seemed holding its breath in terror.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The driver of the droschky now appeared in the doorway. &quot;Good
+Lord,
+what a misfortune!&quot; he said, approaching Edwin. &quot;Such a young fellow! I
+really thought he was a girl in disguise, till he began to talk to the
+strange gentleman; then his eyes flashed as only a man's can. I saw
+he'd got a little heated, so I shut the window, and he jested when I
+told him he was shivering like an old sentinel. And all the way from
+Rosenstrasse here, I never noticed that, as one might say, he was
+driving to eternity in the old droschky! I suppose you're his brother?
+Well, there's no hurry about the fare.&quot; Edwin shuddered and his voice
+failed when he turned to speak. Marquard gave the man some money and
+took his number, in order to ask him some farther questions about the
+last scene; then he helped Edwin up stairs.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">They had laid the lifeless form upon the bed just as they had
+taken it
+out of the carriage, still wrapped in the faded cloak. No one had gone
+up to the room except the head journeyman, Herr Feyertag and his wife;
+Reginchen had glided after them, but she had not ventured to enter and
+was crouching on the stairs, pale as a ghost.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When Edwin, leaning on Marquard, entered the tun, Madame
+Feyertag was
+kneeling beside the bed rubbing Balder's cold temples with some
+stimulant. Marquard permitted her to go on, and for some minutes
+closely examined the motionless body. Then he turned to Edwin, who had
+sunk down on the foot of the bed. &quot;Poor boy!&quot; said he. &quot;Come, Edwin, be
+a man! It was only a question of weeks. He's passed into the other
+world quickly and painlessly. Look at the calm face.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A loud burst of weeping interrupted him. Herr Feyertag, with
+gentle
+violence, led away his kind-hearted wife, who sobbed as hopelessly as
+if she had lost a child of her own; the head journeyman, with tears
+streaming down his face, softly followed them; he first tried to say
+something to Edwin, but checked the words that were on his lips. When
+he returned to the workshop, he sat down on a stool and buried his face
+in his hands. Half an hour later, when the apprentices stole in to
+continue their work, prepared for violent reproaches, they found the
+choleric fellow in the same attitude. He seemed completely transformed;
+but when toward evening, the youngest apprentice began to whistle
+softly to himself, he rushed at him like a madman and called him a
+heartless toad, for screwing up his mouth and whistling wedding tunes
+on such a day.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Over the house there was a hush, as if with the fading away of
+this one
+life all the joy of existence had vanished. Every one went about on
+tip-toe and closed the doors noiselessly. When, toward evening, the
+maid-servant went to the pump, she looked up to the open windows of the
+upper room, wiped her eyes, and stealing away with the empty pail,
+brought the water from one of the neighboring houses.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In the afternoon, Mohr came, and an hour after him,
+Franzelius, both
+entirely ignorant of what had happened. But Herr Feyertag sat in the
+shop and beckoned to every one who entered the house, in order to keep
+troublesome visitors away from Edwin. Mohr did not utter a word and no
+change of countenance betrayed his emotion, so that the worthy
+shoemaker shook his head, as, muttering something in a low tone, the
+young man left the shop, to go up to the tun. But it was a long time
+before he reached it. He first slipped into Christiana's room, and
+sitting there in the darkness let the first passion of grief rage
+itself calm, before he ventured to go to Edwin. Franzelius, on the
+contrary, had thrown himself into the arms of his future father-in-law,
+with such heart-rending sobs, that Herr Feyertag, who hitherto had
+placed no great confidence in him, because he believed him to be a
+bloodthirsty revolutionist, secretly admitted that his wife was right;
+Reginchen could not have found a better husband.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It was strange that neither of the friends ventured to let
+Edwin see
+their first sorrow, that both paid the common toll of human weakness
+before making their daily visit to the tun. Was it because of the habit
+formed during the last few weeks, of considering that room a sacred
+place, from which all the tumult of selfish sorrows and passions must
+be kept away, or did they fear that they could not endure the sight of
+the survivor, if they had not first regained their own composure?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">They met on the stairs, just as Mohr was leaving Christiane's
+room.
+Without uttering a word, the old antagonists fell into each others
+arms, kissing and embracing each other as if there had never been any
+ill-blood between them. Thus a solemn vow of eternal friendship was
+exchanged, and they mounted the stairs hand in hand.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">They found Edwin alone, still sitting in the same attitude as
+when
+Marquard had left him an hour before, to visit some patients. Balder
+was lying wrapped in his cloak, like a victor who had fallen on the
+battle field. Edwin was bent forward, leaning on the foot of the bed.
+He now half rose and with a faint smile held out his hands to his
+friends.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Have you come too?&quot; said he. &quot;I'm glad. He's so beautiful! I
+can
+scarcely pity my own loneliness when I look at his face. Can you
+believe that he will never open his eyes again? And yet he never will,
+Marquard says he never will, and he must know.&quot; After a pause he
+continued: &quot;Take a chair, Franzel. Pardon me that I keep my seat. We
+need not stand upon ceremony, and it is hard for me to move a limb.
+He's better off, I don't grudge him his happiness,--but it's hard to
+think we shall soon see his face no more.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mohr had taken a chair opposite the bed, Franzelius was
+leaning against
+the door gazing through his tears at the closed eye-lids and marble
+brow of the beloved dead. When the room grew so dark, that they could
+scarcely distinguish each other's features, Mohr rose and insisted upon
+taking Edwin to his room, where he could get some wine and some light
+food to strengthen him. &quot;You've a great deal before you; you must
+husband your strength. Franzel will stay here. We'll send a lamp up to
+him. The night watch can be divided between us.&quot; Unconsciously, like a
+somnambulist, Edwin obeyed. The strong wine Mohr pressed upon him threw
+him into a sound sleep for half an hour. As he awoke, he uttered a cry
+that made his companion start up in alarm.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It's nothing!&quot; Edwin said with a sorrowful shake of the head.
+&quot;I was
+only dreaming that I heard Balder's voice. Just as I tried to take his
+hand, I awoke and suddenly remembered all. I thought my heart would
+burst; but I am strong again, only my eyes are still dry. Come, we'll
+not keep him waiting too long.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When they opened the door of the death chamber, they paused on
+the
+threshold in astonishment. Franzelius had taken advantage of their
+short absence to erect, with the aid of the household, a sort of
+catafalque. The turning lathe was placed in the centre of the room and
+covered with a black cloth, and on it was a hastily made couch, on
+which Balder was laid. At his head stood the palms, and beside them two
+tall laurel trees, which the old tenor had sent. His wife had added two
+silver candelabras, which burned on either side of the bier and shed a
+calm light on the beautiful pale face. Instead of the little cloak, a
+white sheet, on which the slender hands rested, covered the slight
+form. The white cat had glided in through the open window and wandering
+around for a time, crouched finally at the foot of the bier with its
+yellow eyes fixed steadily on the candles.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin seated himself on Balder's empty bed and drew his friend
+down
+beside him. &quot;Thank you,&quot; said he. &quot;We'll let no stranger touch him. No
+one but those who have loved him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Franzelius mutely pressed his hand and turned away to hide his
+tears.
+Mohr had sat down before the chess board that stood on the little table
+in the corner, and mechanically began to move the pieces.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">They had not long sat thus silent and alone, when some one knocked
+gently. Mohr went to the door and came back saying: &quot;The zaunkönig is
+here, with Leah and Frau Valentin. They only wish to hear how you are,
+and have no desire to intrude upon you. But I thought if you had no
+objections we would admit them.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin nodded and rose. When the little artist entered and cast
+a glance
+at the simple catafalque, tears gushed from his eyes. He blindly
+grasped Edwin's hand and held it firmly, trying to conceal his emotion
+behind his hat. Frau Valentin's pleasant face also disappeared in her
+handkerchief. Leah, without looking at Edwin, approached the bier and
+seemed utterly petrified with surprise at the incomprehensible mystery
+of death. Her face was as still and white as that of the departed. Only
+her eyes, which without the quiver of a lash, rested intently on the
+noble countenance of the dead, glowed with the intense fire of life.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">For a time no words were uttered; at length Frau Valentin,
+wiping her
+eyes, approached Edwin. &quot;Forgive me for coming,&quot; said she. &quot;My heart
+brought me here. You needn't fear that I shall obtrude words of
+consolation that would be meaningless to you. But to me, to us, you
+will not grudge the comfort of believing that the Father has recalled
+his child, and that we other children of God shall meet him again in
+the eternal home; and meet you too, dear friend, who until then must
+feel his loss so terribly.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Thank you,&quot; replied Edwin. &quot;I know your meaning is the
+kindest. You
+wish to give me of your abundance in what you think is my poverty. To
+be sure, I've lost much; for what can replace the joy of daily and
+hourly drinking in every look, every thought that proceeds from such a
+soul! I'll say nothing about him; he would never let me praise him to
+his face, and I'm foolish enough to fear that yonder poor husk would
+begin to blush. To speak of him later--behind his back--will be the
+best consolation. As for the rest--do you really believe, that I shall
+not see him again daily and hourly, even without waiting for a heavenly
+meeting? If I were forced to await that, I should hardly linger long
+behind. But I have him, he can never be torn from me; the happiness of
+having known and loved such a creature in the flesh and blood, can
+never pass when the flesh moulders away. This spiritual intercourse is
+the only really living thing, the only eternity, and it continues to
+exist amid a thousand changes, an inextinguishable flame, even when the
+individual brain and heart which for a time have fed the flame, cease
+to feed it longer. They may well crumble to ashes, when their short
+blaze has kindled a fire in other souls.&quot; He paused. She had listened
+with deep emotion and a scarcely perceptible shake of the head; but
+repressed any desire she might have had to contradict him. Edwin now
+approached Leah.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I thank you for coming,&quot; said he as he pressed her hand.
+Large tears
+welled to her eyes, but she did not utter a word. &quot;See how beautiful he
+is!&quot; Edwin gently continued. &quot;I know you will never forget these
+features, and therefore I'm glad you can see him. True, his rare smile
+will never come again, and his eyes--but dear Fräulein, this is
+exhausting you too much. Let them take you home--I'll come in a few
+days--you ought to spare yourself.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A look from him summoned her father, who gently took the hand
+of the
+deeply agitated girl and led her out of the room. Frau Valentin
+embraced Edwin like a mother, and then followed the others. The room
+was again perfectly still, and they sat together in silence for several
+hours, until Marquard came and insisted that Edwin must spend the night
+with him. &quot;To-morrow!&quot; replied the latter. &quot;Let me have my own way
+to-day. Go all of you, and leave me. Rest assured this course is best
+for me; I'll go to sleep, and my quiet companion will not disturb me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At first Marquard would not listen to such a proposal, but
+Edwin was
+firm in his resolution, and they at last left him alone with the dead.
+It was ten o'clock on a cold, dark winter's night; the wind drove snow
+flakes into the open windows, and ever and anon the candles flickered
+as if they would be extinguished. Edwin, wrapped in Balder's cloak, had
+thrown himself on his bed without undressing, and now lay listening to
+the wind, the spluttering of the candles, and the distant rolling of
+the carriages in the crowded city. No restful sleep visited his excited
+senses, only a hasty changeful dream, in which scenes from his earliest
+childhood passed before his mind, and amid them Toinette seated in a
+light carriage beside a stranger, gazing coldly and sadly at him,
+followed by a vision of Leah's thoughtful face which appeared beside
+her mother's bust. When he opened his eyes to drive away these confused
+images, he looked straight into the round yellow eyes of the cat that
+would not leave the bier. This at last made him uncomfortable. He rose,
+took the animal in his arms and carried it to the door, to drive it
+down stairs. But when he turned the handle, he saw crouching on the
+threshold the figure of some one who seemed to have been peeping
+through the key hole.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You here, Reginchen?&quot; he exclaimed in astonishment.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The young girl had started up, and was standing before him
+trembling
+from head to foot like some detected criminal.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ah! Herr Doctor,&quot; she faltered at last, &quot;don't be angry with
+me. I
+couldn't sleep, I tossed about continually, and let me close my eyes as
+resolutely as I would, I constantly saw him before me, and then--then
+something fairly drew me here--I thought when I'd once seen him I
+should feel better, that I could rest, and so I crept up stairs. I
+could, just see his face through the keyhole, but it wouldn't let me go
+away again. If you hadn't come, I believe I should have knelt here all
+night and been forced to look at him till I died.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Won't you come in, child?&quot; he said, taking her by the hand.
+&quot;Don't be
+frightened. I'll cut off a lock of his hair for you. Do you want it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, no!&quot; she exclaimed vehemently. &quot;Not in there, not a step
+nearer!
+I'm so afraid of him, I'm afraid he will open his eyes, and ask--oh!
+Herr Edwin, you don't know--let me go--if I should touch a lock of his
+hair, I should never be able to leave his side again and I can't help
+being a poor stupid thing, who didn't understand him! Oh, God! my heart
+is breaking!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Passionate sobs checked her utterance. But when Edwin put his
+arm
+around her and kindly tried to soothe her, she broke from him and
+darted down the stairs like an arrow, while he stood a long time in the
+darkness, musing over this strange enigma, ere he again threw himself
+on his cold bed.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER IV.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">On the morning of the third day the funeral took place.
+Franzelius, who
+had undertaken to attend to all the sorrowful details, insisted that
+this last duty should be performed at six o'clock. &quot;Perhaps then the
+preacher will oversleep himself,&quot; said he. Edwin had assented. The
+clergyman belonging to their ward, who as professor of theology had met
+Edwin at college, came the day after the event to condole with him and
+ask for some notes for the funeral address. &quot;You would do me a favor,&quot;
+Edwin replied, &quot;if you would merely say what is absolutely necessary,
+what your formula prescribes. Eulogies from a person who knew nothing
+of the dead, have always been repulsive to me; and besides, as my
+brother shared my opinions, many a word would be uttered over his open
+grave, against which he would protest if he could hear it.&quot; The
+clergyman probably thought that the softened soul of a mourner would be
+good soil in which to sow the seed of religion, but Edwin cut short all
+farther conversation, and his colleague, in by no means the best of
+humors, left him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Franzelius had still another reason for choosing the dark
+morning hour.
+A society of workmen, of which he was a member, wished to sing a hymn
+in the churchyard and could not assemble later. But he did not tell his
+friend a word of this.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He had kept his promise, no stranger's hand had been allowed
+to touch
+the dead body. Even the most painful task, he performed himself,
+screwing down with his own hands the coffin lid. Then, as the bearers
+wound slowly down the crooked stairs with their burden, he took Edwin's
+arm and supported him on the last sorrowful pilgrimage.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The street was only lighted by a faint reflection from the
+snow, and
+few persons were standing around the door. Edwin bowed sorrowfully to
+his acquaintances and then entered the first of the four mourning
+coaches, which instantly moved forward. He was accompanied by Mohr,
+Marquard, and Franzelius. The second carriage was occupied by Herr
+Feyertag and the old gentleman on the second floor, who despite the
+wintry cold, would not be dissuaded from showing his fellow-lodger this
+token of sympathy. The third carriage belonged to the little artist. He
+had come by himself and intended to follow the coffin alone, when he
+perceived the head journeyman, who with a large weed on his hat and a
+band of crape on his left arm, was preparing to accompany the
+procession on foot. Herr König instantly ordered his driver to stop,
+opened the door, and compelled the worthy man to take the seat beside
+him, which the modest fellow after long hesitation, at last consented
+to do.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The fourth and last carriage contained a young Pole and the
+president
+of a society, which numbered among its members many foreigners and
+formed the largest portion of the audience to Edwin's lectures. They
+followed the body solely from regard for their teacher, as they had
+never known Balder, and instantly drew down the curtains in order to
+beguile the long ride by discussing theatrical matters, the latest
+news, and smoking paper cigarettes.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">From an upper window, a weeping girl wrapped in a thick shawl,
+gazed
+after the slowly moving carriages. It was Reginchen, who for two days
+had not made her appearance and steadily refused even to see her lover.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The procession moved through the Oranienburg Gate and
+traversed the
+suburbs for some distance, ere it reached the cemetery. The air was
+mild, as if a thaw were about to set in, and the snow over which they
+walked to the grave, yielded noiselessly under their feet. Beside the
+fresh mound of earth stood the clergyman, and behind him a throng of
+dark figures, the workmen to whom the printer had said that he had lost
+his dearest friend. The clergyman, whom Edwin only greeted with a
+formal wave of the hand, now read aloud the prayer for the burial of
+the dead and then approached the edge of the grave, into which the
+coffin was already lowered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He began: &quot;'In the midst of life we are in death.' But they
+who turn
+from the light of eternal truth, bear the gloom of death within their
+souls. They live as if they thought never to die, and die as though
+they were never to live again. What grief and terror will overwhelm
+them on the day when the graves open and the dead come forth to receive
+the crown of glory or the sentence of eternal condemnation. How the
+words of the Judge will thunder in their ears: 'I offered you salvation
+and ye rejected it with scorn and turned a deaf ear unto my message.'
+In your vain self-righteousness you chose to be your own deliverers,
+and have pronounced your own doom. Then will your pride bow before the
+throne of the Highest, and defiance be crushed before the majesty of
+the Son of Man. Then lips will sue for mercy, which on earth overflowed
+with blasphemy, denying with Peter and saying: 'I know not this man.'
+But we, who stand around this sad grave, will unite in silent prayer to
+God, and implore him not to enter into judgment with this our brother,
+to suffer a ray of his eternal mercy to transfigure and cleanse from
+sin the frail erring life, which too early reached its end!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">An unbroken silence followed these words. The clergyman had
+folded his
+hands over his book and closed his eyes in prayer. Suddenly Franzelius'
+suppressed voice was heard amid the group of friends who were standing
+at the foot of the grave:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Let me speak, for I cannot be silent, I should despise
+myself, I
+should be a miserable coward, if I could hear such words spoken over
+his grave, without uttering a protest in the name of those who have
+known and loved him. What is that I hear? 'let there be no scandal?'
+Say that to those, who have not hesitated to carry the strife of
+opinions into the stillness of the churchyard, where even the bitterest
+enemies lie in death quietly side by side. No, my friends,&quot; he
+continued in a loud voice, springing upon one of the snow covered
+mounds, &quot;we at least have not assembled around this grave, to stammer
+an abject petition for a poor sinner who, unless justice be tempered by
+mercy, is forever lost. This dead man will never be lost to us, and as
+by the might of his love and intellect, he has indeed redeemed himself
+from the curse of frail mortality, the terrors of blind delusion and
+the bonds of selfishness, his memory will help us to free ourselves
+also and to become more worthy of the joy of having been loved by him.
+For yes, he has loved you too, my friends who never saw his face or
+heard his voice. His great heart beat for all his brothers, for all who
+were poor and miserable, for all the children of this world, who come
+they know not whence and go they know not whither, and yet are too
+honest to console themselves with fantastic tales and be lulled to rest
+by idle dreams. What can be called sacred, if his grave is not? For do
+you know <i>whom</i> we are burying here? A laborer, my friends, who was
+ever sharing his last shilling with some poor man; a poet who never
+desecrated his genius for fame or gold; a hero, whose last act was a
+deed of sacrifice for those he loved. And is this life to be swallowed
+up in gloom? Should this grave be called a 'sad' one over which
+penitent sighs and pharasaical petitions for mercy must resound? Oh! my
+Balder, I know you would submit to even this error of a gloomy,
+intolerant formalist, with the quiet smile which was your only weapon
+against all assaults. But we, your friends, are not yet at peace, but
+in the midst of warfare. We must struggle for the weak who allow
+themselves to be intimidated by formulas preferring to leave their free
+souls in imprisonment than to shake themselves free from the hands of
+their tyrants, to learn to know and love this earth instead of
+despising its beauty in view of an imaginary world to come. Despise an
+earth, which has contained you, my Balder, a sky to which your noble
+eyes have been raised? no, a thousand times no! such a world is no vale
+of tears, and even in the bitterest woe beside your grave, we still
+have a feeling of triumph--we have possessed you, and all the
+calamities of life are richly compensated for, by the certainty that
+your great heart lives on in ours--Balder--my friend--my brother--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">His voice suddenly failed, he pressed his clenched hand to his
+eyes and
+turned away, but the next instant regained his composure and motioned
+to the singers, who stood in a dense mass behind him. Instantly a
+quartette choir, whose voices at first low and unsteady from agitation,
+became gradually clearer and more powerful, began a song, which Mohr
+had composed to the air of <i>Integer vitae</i>:</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p class="t1">Brother, ere in the dust thy form we lay,</p>
+<p class="t1">We'll to thy worth a loving tribute pay;</p>
+<p class="t1">Thy virtues rare, and kindly heart, which were</p>
+<p class="t8">A comfort on life's way.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">Fearless thy earnest, noble soul did stand,</p>
+<p class="t1">Not mid the lofty masters of the land,</p>
+<p class="t1">But with thy brothers, 'mong their lowly huts,</p>
+<p class="t8">A member of their band.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">O! chosen one, for whom we proudly weep.</p>
+<p class="t1">Of whom thy friends a loved remembrance keep,</p>
+<p class="t1">How patiently thy weary lot was borne</p>
+<p class="t8">Till peaceful thou did'st sleep!</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">Rejoice we at thy absence; gone before</p>
+<p class="t1">Thy pleasures and thy pains on earth are o'er;</p>
+<p class="t1">Rest thou, while on through strife and woe</p>
+<p class="t8">We heavenward soar.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="normal">The last solemn notes died away, but there was still no
+movement among
+the group who stood with bowed heads beside the open grave. When after
+a pause they raised their eyes they perceived that the clergyman had
+disappeared. The old sexton, unable to understand the strange scene,
+had also retired leaving his spade behind him. While Edwin, standing
+between Mohr and Marquard, gazed into the grave as tearlessly as a
+departed spirit, it was rapidly filled, each person stepping forward in
+turn to cast in a spadeful of earth.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Franzelius approached Edwin, and they clasped each other's
+hands in
+silence. The mourner's soul was still benumbed with grief, and the same
+dull stupor rested upon him as the party returned home. He took leave
+of his friends at the door of the house and went up to his desolate
+cell alone.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He found everything in the neatest order, nothing was left to
+recall
+the sorrowful events which, during the last few days, had occurred in
+the quiet room. A bright fire was burning in the stove, the breakfast
+stood on the table as usual, and the turning lathe was once more in its
+place beside the window, with the tools arranged upon it as before.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But on Balder's chair lay the little chisel with which
+Franzelius had
+screwed down the coffin lid. At this sight, the spell which had bound
+Edwin was suddenly broken; he threw himself into the chair and gave
+free course to the bitterest tears.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER V.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">When Marquard visited Edwin the following morning, he found
+him at his
+desk, holding his pen in his right hand and resting his head on the
+left. A sheet of paper lay before him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Good morning, Fritz,&quot; said he. &quot;You've come just at the right
+time. I
+must make a decision, and everything within me seems walled up. I need
+some one to unlock me. Perhaps you have the key.&quot; He looked at him with
+a weary, restless glance, and tried to smile. It was pitiful to see the
+effort he made to adopt a careless tone. His friend shook his head, &quot;A
+decision?&quot; he asked.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, indeed, and no less important one than to dip this pen
+into
+yonder inkstand and write: 'Honored Sir!' Will you believe that I've
+been working at this herculean task for two hours and have not yet
+stirred a finger?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You can do something more sensible.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Gladly. If it doesn't require too much intelligence.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Only as much as is needed to pack a trunk and go with it to
+the railway
+station. My fur boots are at your service, and also money to pay the
+traveling expenses. If you will only for once take the medicine,
+without reflecting upon the prescription, and pack up this very day.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;This very day?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What's the use of writing that you will come? You're going,
+and that's
+enough. I know all you want to say: that you don't feel like it, that
+you fear you'll not make a favorable impression just now. That's all
+nonsense. If you don't make haste at once, it's very doubtful whether
+you can ever present yourself in any place; you're far more likely to
+absent yourself--retire where we yesterday accompanied our own Balder.
+You've been moping about here for months. It's a bit too much, quite
+enough to break down a stronger man. Come now, make a dash, put on your
+dress-coat, visit your superiors and colleagues, set the cog-wheel of
+your career in motion, and let the grey substance in your brain rest,
+that it may make good its deficiencies. If this prescription is not
+carefully followed, I'll answer for nothing, or rather I will answer
+for the nothing into which your insignificant self will soon be
+resolved. Have you had any sleep?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I believe so,&quot; replied Edwin, with an absent nod. &quot;I slept
+night
+before last from two to three.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I thought so!&quot; exclaimed his friend, dashing his hat
+violently upon
+the table. &quot;And no one made his appearance yesterday, to perform a work
+of charity and bore you till you fell asleep. What's the use of friends
+who are poets in private and lecturers in public? Where was Mohr, with
+his famous comedy? And our dear Franzel? Holy--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Philosophy showed poetry the door in the afternoon,&quot; said
+Mohr, who
+had just entered and overheard Marquard's words, &quot;but don't be
+disturbed. Doctor, I'm not at all offended. It's long been known that
+you materialists have not classical culture enough to distinguish
+between Orpheus and Morpheus. Good morning, Edwin. I'm only here to
+tell you that I'm not yet fit for anything. The salt in my nature has
+lost its savor, or else grown bitter. As Bitter-salt<a name="div2_06" href="#div2Ref_06"><sup>[6]</sup></a> it may perhaps
+be of some assistance as a purgative; (pardon the wretched pun, the
+times are too hard for good ones.) And then I wanted to tell you why
+the tribune of the people cannot appear to-day any more than yesterday.
+He's been imprisoned.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Franzel?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Arrested and imprisoned. The police officers have extended
+their
+motherly arm toward him and taken the erring child. We needn't pity
+him. He's very well satisfied. My phenological science told me long ago
+that he has <i>la bosse du martyr</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But the occasion, the pretext?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The disturbance of a public act of worship. Your reverend
+colleague,
+Edwin, drove straight from the churchyard to the police headquarters,
+to complain of the atheistical opposition he had encountered. Franzel
+was doubtless already prominent in their books among the powers hostile
+to repose and order, so they took advantage of the opportunity to keep
+him quiet for a time. They can't do much to him, and a few weeks
+imprisonment is a more merciful punishment for godless heretics, than
+the wood piles of former days. I'm only afraid it will make him still
+more obstinate.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And he's right!&quot; cried Edwin, as he started up and began to
+pace up
+and down the room in feverish haste. &quot;They want an open battle, they
+challenge it themselves, and there will be no peace until it has been
+fairly fought. How often, in this very spot, I've agreed with Franzel
+that we ought not to discuss anything, except with those who hold
+similar views, for certainly the truth will not be spread by arousing
+superstition and folly against it. But we ought at least to retain our
+right to go our own way, and much as people prattle about liberty of
+conscience, when the matter becomes serious, the liberty is only for
+those who think they have rented the public conscience; and we, in the
+belief that the more sensible people have already yielded, are
+constantly stopping half way. We submit ourselves to listen to
+unmeaning formulas repeated at the most important epochs of our lives;
+when a child is given to us, a tie formed for life, a loved one
+restored to earth, a stranger whose every word we would fain oppose,
+utters that which wearies if it does not anger us. I've endured it like
+a thousand others, and said to myself: it's no worse than to sign
+yourself at the close of a letter 'with respect and esteem,' when you
+feel neither; it is a mere form which can only bind those who find in
+it a substance. But I now see whither this carelessness leads. Instead
+of declining all priestly gabble, I paid no more attention while this
+warder of Zion was slandering Balder's dust, than if the wind had been
+blowing through the leafless branches, and was only roused from my
+reverie by our faithful friend's eloquent defense. If he had remained
+silent, I verily believe I should have been stupid enough to let the
+zealot talk on, just as once, when I undertook to be godfather, I
+weakly said 'yes,' when asked if I would strengthen the child in the
+faith that Jesus Christ descended into hell and rose from the dead on
+the third day. And now our poor champion must atone for the cowardice
+and false shame we have all shown in not honestly and thoroughly
+renouncing ancient abuses. No, I'll go and tell these gentlemen--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You'll be kind enough not to attempt to escape from my care,&quot;
+said
+Marquard quietly, as he seized the agitated man by the arm. &quot;As for our
+scapegoat, I hope to set him free immediately. I am blessed with
+various connections, and fondly as conservative circles cherish the
+deceptions of a high church patterned after the English, they can't
+wholly shake off a secret fear of the free-thinkers, and are the first
+to counsel half way measures and compromises as long as possible. But
+you, my son, will now take an hour's walk, accompanied by Mohr, in the
+course of which you'll converse on the most shallow and insignificant
+subjects--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He was interrupted by the old maid-servant, who came in to
+deliver a
+letter. A deep flush crimsoned Edwin's pale face as he recognized the
+handwriting, &quot;Excuse me,&quot; said he, &quot;if I glance it over.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He went to the window, and they soon heard him laugh aloud.
+&quot;Good
+news?&quot; asked Mohr, who was absently playing with the leaves of the
+palms.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Excellent! And it comes just at the right time. I'll set out
+on my
+journey this very day, for you're right, Fritz, the air of this city
+doesn't agree with me. I must beg you Heinrich, to take my farewell
+messages to the little house on the lagune and to Frau Valentin.
+I--whether I ever set foot in the tun again, or trouble one of you to
+send my movables after me--at any rate, I'll write as soon as I know
+how matters stand where I am going, and whether I shall remain. And
+now--perhaps you'll excuse me--the train leaves in two hours, and I
+still have all my arrangements to make.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;We yield to force,&quot; said Marquard dryly, &quot;and I dispense with
+all the
+formalities of leave taking the more willingly, as I'm sure all this is
+mere bustle, and we shall not get rid of you so quickly.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He was not mistaken. Two hours after, Edwin still sat as
+unprepared for
+traveling as before, gazing at the letter which lay open before him, as
+if he expected to discover some other meaning in the lines, than that
+which the words conveyed. They ran as follows:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My Dear Friend!</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>The time has expired, the three days have passed without my
+seeing
+you again, I had scarcely hoped that the disclosure I made to you
+through your brother--give my kindest regards to him; I envy you the
+happiness of possessing such a relative--that any word from me could
+produce any impression upon you since I can retract nothing, cannot
+deceive you and myself.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>I have ceased to desire to exist and have exhausted my means
+to do
+so. You know that with me both amount to very much the same thing. I
+cannot understand how people can remain attached to a life, whose
+conditions are limited to simple existence. And yet--I must suffer more
+than I yet suffer, physical and spiritual hunger must gnaw still more
+sharply, ere I can bring myself to try the last resource. Meantime the
+pain is dull, and sometimes blended with the hope that it may not last
+forever. So I wish to try whether I shall be better amid entirely new
+surroundings. The old countess has invited me to spend some time at her
+castle; she came for me in person, and little as I like her, I have
+still less reason to be over fastidious. When you read these lines I
+shall be on the way.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>I can scarcely ask you to write to me. But if you do not
+prefer to
+utterly forget me, pity me more than you condemn. I shall never cease
+to remember you.</i></p>
+
+<p class="right">&quot;<span class="sc">Toinette</span>.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At noon, when kind Madame Feyertag went to the tun to
+interrupt his
+solitude, and ask if he wanted anything, he seemed perfectly calm,
+spoke of his speedy departure, thanked her for the love she had shown
+Balder, and made all sorts of arrangements, in case he should enter
+upon his duties as professor at once. He even ate a portion of the food
+brought up to him, but could not made up his mind to go, and the trunk
+he had brought down from the attic remained unpacked. Old Lore saw him
+wandering about his room late at night; his lamp was not extinguished
+until after midnight.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When Marquard called the following morning, he was not at all
+surprised
+to hear that the Herr Doctor had not yet gone. &quot;He has a disease of the
+nerves called absence of will,&quot; he said to the shoe maker, &quot;it's hard
+to reach, but I think if we can once get him on the way--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At the door of the room he started violently. He heard Edwin's
+voice
+talking in a very strange tone on all sorts of matters. When he
+entered, he found his friend sitting on the bed with dilated eyes,
+holding the little bottle of violet perfume and Leah's plate, and
+striking them together like a tambourine and a drum stick. He did not
+recognize the new comer, and continued his discordant music, which he
+accompanied with confused, delirious words, and verses of Italian
+poetry--apparently from Dante. On the little table beside him lay a
+small copy of the Divina Comedia, and beside it Toinette's letter. The
+back of this was covered with writing in Edwin's small hand, which had
+probably been done just before the fever set in, and his friend in
+amazement read a singular improvisation in the style of the Inferno,
+whose echo must have excited the sick man. Although Balder had said
+that his brother was a poet, he had not been caught in such sins for
+years, and in his days of health, certainly would not have fallen into
+this fever for versifying. But as it sometimes happens in dreams or a
+state of somnambulism, that we suddenly practise with wonderful skill
+an art whose rudiments we have scarcely mastered, these lines had been
+written without an erasure, as if dictated by some other, and as even
+the worst verses were far superior to what Edwin usually acknowledged,
+and the cynical, over-excited tone of the whole was utterly foreign to
+his nature, Marquard looked upon them as a record of words uttered by a
+man possessed with a devil, and forced to repeat what the demon
+suggests. The verses ran as follows:</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p class="t1">Methought that all my tasks were duly learned,<br>
+And I prepared to turn my back on school.<br>
+Must I examined be, to show what rank I've earned?</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">Then pray begin to ask your questions o'er,<br>
+For I am almost tempted to display<br>
+Before you all my wisdom's scanty store.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">Our life--whence comes it?--That we do not know.<br>
+And whither does it tend?--From dusk to night.<br>
+Its purpose?--Earth to teach us to forego.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">Say, 'What is God?--That, God alone doth know.<br>
+And what is pleasure?--To be free from pain.<br>
+And pain?--To lack all pleasure here below.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">Not always must we joy in self-denial.<br>
+We are too far removed from actual life,<br>
+And to the ground 'twixt two beliefs will fall.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">Well, in the first class I have learned this truth,<br>
+Which in the sixth I dimly did suspect,<br>
+Hollow's the nut we have to crack, forsooth.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">When scarcely from the nurse's arms escaped,<br>
+We gnaw, till on it we have cracked our teeth.<br>
+By earnest zeal reward from toil is reaped.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">To feel the pangs of hunger never stilled,<br>
+Mocking us alway as dry husks we gnaw,<br>
+In the delusion we are being filled.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">Then, though of course the palate, without question,<br>
+Is thereby fooled, the stomach's soothed, and we<br>
+Our nap can take fearing no indigestion.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">Naught save the carelessness that questions never,<br>
+Goes satisfied away. It took the shells<br>
+For kernels, and thought ignorance clever.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">It hopes, when shrinking from the pangs of death,<br>
+That life's just opening, the best to come!<br>
+When its last sun doth fade, and fails its breath.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">A brighter heavenly light will swiftly shine.<br>
+Good dreamers! After school there is no doubt<br>
+That a pleasant vacation will be thine.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">Next to the university, the student,<br>
+When once the school examinations o'er,<br>
+Will go, and with the change be well content.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">From obscure toil and hours of study free<br>
+Into this world we go; only again<br>
+Quiet and insignificant to be.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">No difference exists 'twixt old and young; nor<br>
+Any trace of cheerful intercourse,<br>
+No longer rings the cry &quot;Excelsior!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">And say, are all these changing forms in quest<br>
+Of this? This lavish outlay too! Oh fools!<br>
+Who in this world think &quot;all is for the best.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">To me, from whom its joys have passed away,<br>
+It seemeth like a dream of the great Pan,<br>
+Sprung from his burning brain on some dog day.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1"><i>Dixi!</i> Although thy brains thou'st often racked.<br>
+The matter is not yet so plain and smooth.<br>
+The aid of ripe experience thou hast lacked.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">Not yet? A little longer turn the pages dreary,<br>
+Conning the self same lesson? Said I not<br>
+Of sitting on the school bench I was weary?</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">Loathsome the animal, whose monstrous jaws<br>
+The food long since digested idly grinds,<br>
+And grinds again, nor ever makes a pause.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">No matter, still thou must remain to aid<br>
+Thy weaker schoolmates on the lower forms,<br>
+Till themes are all prepared and lessons said.</p>
+
+<p class="t4">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">Why sullen looks and frowning brow display?<br>
+The hours of leisure may be occupied<br>
+In scribbling rhymes, while schoolboy pranks you play<br>
+And on the school room bench your name enscribe.</p>
+</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER VI.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">Sensitive minds are in the habit of terming the union between
+body and
+spirit an unequal marriage, a <i>mèsalliance</i>. And yet good and evil days
+might teach them a better term, show them that whatever may be thought
+in regard to the difference of origin, in the conscientious fulfillment
+of every duty the dust born portion certainly does not fall below the
+other, which is said to be its master. How could the soul enjoy the
+sensation of pleasure, if its faithful companion did not lend to it the
+aid of the senses, to say nothing of the joys which, even to the most
+transcendental, arise from the senses alone. And if, in the pure ether
+of spiritual enjoyment, we tremble at the thought of our resemblance to
+God, what tortures we should suffer in the knowledge of our likeness to
+the worms, if the body did not again befriend us, and as distress
+reached its climax, transfer the conflict to the domain of the senses,
+thus, as it were, retrieving the vantage point it has lost, until it
+has gained new strength and new armor to end the struggle in its own
+territory.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Thus the severe illness which attacked Edwin was a boon to his
+sorely
+wounded spirit. For weeks he lay senseless, a prey to a violent nervous
+fever. He recognized none of his nurses, neither Franzelius, who after
+having been released from his imprisonment with an impressive warning,
+spent his nights regularly in the tun, sleeping perhaps a short time on
+Balder's bed, when toward midnight the patient grew a little calmer,
+nor the faithful Mohr, who acted as sick nurse during the day, and who
+in the intervals when his constant attendance was not required, found
+his sole recreation in sitting at Balder's turning lathe and playing
+countless games of chess. At the commencement of the illness, Marquard
+had been inclined to send Edwin to the hospital, where he could have
+taken charge of him more easily. But the other two friends and Madame
+Feyertag would not listen to the proposal, and although the illness
+lasted for weeks and months, the kindhearted woman never for a moment
+regretted that she had kept the sick man under her roof. Her heart and
+her linen chest, her hands and those of her old maid-servant were
+always open and ready, whenever they were needed. &quot;My worthy friend,&quot;
+said the zaunkönig to her husband--he came every day to inquire how the
+sick man had passed the night--&quot;your explosive theory is brilliantly
+refuted, and the wisdom of Solomon proven:--'the price of a virtuous
+woman is far above rubies.'&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A calm smile rested on his lips and he looked at the crape on
+his white
+hat. The shoe-maker shrugged his shoulders. &quot;The intention is good,&quot;
+said he, &quot;but the idea is usually weak. For instance, there's my
+daughter Reginchen!--Well, I won't praise her, but Schopenhauer is
+right again in regard to her explosive effect. The Lord knows what ails
+her; her mother didn't make half so much fuss when she was young. But
+her imaginative power Herr König, is beyond any man's comprehension.
+You know she's betrothed to Herr Franzelius. Didn't she act at first as
+if she would die if she couldn't have him? Besides, he's a very
+respectable man and if he only gets rid of his radical nonsense, can
+make a good living; for it can't be denied that he has education and
+what's called character, and with the few groschen she'll bring him, he
+can settle in life and even start a printing office. Well, as I have
+only this one daughter--we're weak, Herr König, we men when we are
+fathers. But now, just think of this: ever since the young gentleman
+upstairs died, the silly thing has worn black as if he had been her
+brother, and all the betrothal gayety is over. When Herr Franzelius
+comes in the evening, they clasp each other's hands for ten minutes and
+hang their heads like a couple of weeping willows, and all the rest of
+the day she sits still and reads Schiller's poems, and if I ask how
+much of her wedding outfit is completed, she says: 'There's no hurry
+about that, father.' Yes, yes, Herr König, it's just as I say: the will
+is good, for she still means to marry him; but what notion she's taken
+into her head, to be suddenly absorbed in Schiller when she ought to be
+thinking of making up underclothes and bed-linen--if I've got the least
+idea, I'll never attempt to tell the difference between neat's leather
+and calf skin again. By the way, where's your daughter? It's an age
+since I've had the honor--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The little artist, who had listened with evident sympathy, was
+so much
+disturbed by this question that his only answer was a heavy sigh. At
+last he said: &quot;The dear God some times tries us very severely, Herr
+Feyertag. He has long showered blessings upon me, I was happy in my
+home and in my art, and really always strove hard to keep my mind
+humble that I might not be rendered arrogant by so many mercies. Since
+I've become a court-artist, especially, I've examined my heart and
+uprooted every fibre of pride, for after all there are many far more
+deserving and talented than I, who yet accomplish nothing, while my
+modest speciality--but now I've been chastised in what was dearest to
+me. My Leah's health is failing, no one knows what to do for her, even
+Dr. Marquard can say nothing except that it may improve when the
+weather is more favorable, when we can travel. But its now February,
+who knows how matters will be in April or May. Oh! my dear friend, all
+my life I've clung to the consolation that our heavenly father
+chastises us because he loves us, but if I should be compelled to
+endure--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He paused suddenly and without, as usual, leaving his regards
+for
+Madame Feyertag, hastily quitted the shop.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At this time, Edwin had been out of danger for several weeks
+and even a
+relapse was no longer to be feared. His physical health was visibly
+improving; but his intellect seemed inexpressibly slow in regaining its
+clearness and strength. He could sit at the window for hours with a
+very cheerful face, without seeking any amusement or occupation. Not
+until the first days of early spring came and he could drive out in the
+noonday sun, did the mist which had settled on his mind gradually
+dissolve. His memory regained its power slowest of all. When the events
+which had occurred during the last few months before Balder's death
+were mentioned, it was with the greatest difficulty that he could
+re-unite the sundered threads.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Even after nursing was no longer necessary, Franzelius still
+continued
+to sleep in the tun. Edwin had begged him to do so, because he felt how
+much pleasure it afforded the faithful friend to thus fulfil what he
+had promised Balder. Moreover, after being alone all day--Mohr having
+sought solitude for some time, it was pleasant when evening came to see
+the honest face and to be lulled to sleep by quick conversation. True,
+there was no lack of other visitors. The little artist came and Frau
+Valentin, who again as far as Madame Feyertag's jealousy permitted,
+hastened convalescence by preserves, strengthening broths, and various
+delicate birds. But the more his strength returned, the more
+indifferent and content with his position the invalid seemed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The news that another had obtained the professorship offered
+to him had
+come long before. Edwin had seen it in a newspaper and submitted to the
+disappointment with great indifference. What was his career to him now?
+He was happy in once more feeling strength to think of new books, and
+eagerly read the important works that had appeared during his sickness.
+Toinette's name never crossed his lips. He once asked whether Marquard
+had seen a letter which he had received just before his illness and
+which he was unable to find. &quot;The maid-servant probably lighted the
+fire with it long ago,&quot; Marquard answered dryly; &quot;was it anything of
+importance?&quot; He did not want to return the fatal sheet which he
+had carefully laid aside, until there was no possible danger of a
+re-opening of the old wound.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But this danger seemed at last to have disappeared. One day,
+when
+Marquard was making a short call, Edwin with a perfectly calm face
+showed him a note he had received an hour before at the sight of which
+his friend could scarcely conceal his alarm.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It has come true,&quot; said Edwin smiling, but with a slight
+flush. &quot;I
+thought the lime twig would not release the bird again. Well, I hope
+her gilded cage will be large enough for her to fancy herself at
+liberty.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;May I read it?&quot; asked Marquard.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Certainly. Unfortunately I've never had any secrets in common
+with
+her, and you have long thought her what she seems here.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The note ran as follows:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>You discarded me so suddenly, dear friend, that if I were sensitive I
+should now keep silence in my turn. But as, from the beginning of our
+acquaintance, I was as sincere in my friendship as you in your
+unfortunate love, my feeling is more lasting, as well as more
+compassionate and considerate than yours, I should not like to have you
+learn through the newspapers, that your poor duchess has resolved to
+make a mésalliance and in a few days will be called countess. Why have
+I made this resolution? If your philosophy can find no answer to the
+question, will you expect a hopeless simpleton to furnish one? Why are
+we in the world at all? Perhaps a curiosity to learn whether any reason
+for existence would declare itself was the sole motive that induced me
+to take this step, at which you will doubtless feel some degree of
+indignation. Believe me, it is only a preparation for the last extreme
+measure, the step into nothingness. Besides, I have not been untrue to
+myself, I told him all, even that I do not love him. But as he is more
+easily satisfied than certain people, and asks nothing I cannot give, I
+think we shall get along with each other very well, as we generally end
+best with those with whom, we have never begun. With you--I feel it by
+this letter, which can find no close--I should never have been happy.
+But it is the same now. There are some absurd destinies, is it not so,
+dear friend?</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>In spite of everything ever your own</i></p>
+
+<p class="right">&quot;<span class="sc">Toinette</span>,</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>P. S.--Little Jean sends his compliments to you. It was on
+his
+account that I decided to marry the count. He would have been miserable
+for life, if he had not been permitted to wear the count's livery,
+which is green embroidered with silver, and makes him look like a
+green-finch in a gala dress.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Despite all this I still wish I were--</i>&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The last line was erased, but the words were yet legible. Marquard
+silently laid the letter on the table.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What do you say to it?&quot; asked Edwin, as he slowly replaced
+the sheet
+in the envelope.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Nothing. I've long since given up saying anything about the
+countless
+varieties of the great species, 'woman.' I hate unscientific talk and
+therefore only try to look at each individual case from the practical
+side. At present I should like to hear what you say to it. You've taken
+more than a theoretical interest in the case from the very beginning.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I'll tell you, as soon as I have found the formula. Hitherto,
+it has
+only been boundless surprise.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;At her decision? Why, I should think--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, at its effect on myself. Will you believe that I read
+this letter
+without any quicker pulsation of the heart than if it had contained the
+news that the Sistine Madonna had been removed from Dresden to Munich.
+It seems as if the enchantment had vanished with the old blood the
+fever consumed. Countess Toinette--I can say it as calmly as Reginchen
+Franzelius.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Marquard, with immovable composure, looked him steadily in the
+face.
+&quot;Bravo!&quot; said he. &quot;You ought to have a red ticket: 'dismissed cured.'
+To-day you must take a little walk, then for dinner--but I'll consult
+with Madame Feyertag about that.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He pressed his hand, whose temperature did not seem to exactly
+please
+him, and left the room. On the stairs he met Mohr. &quot;Be kind enough to
+watch Edwin to-day as closely as possible and not leave him alone
+long,&quot; he whispered hastily. &quot;His old love has accepted her count. He
+says he's perfectly indifferent to it, but this idealist is not to be
+trusted. Tell Franzel to keep watch to-night. I'll look in again
+to-morrow.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But this time the clever physician was mistaken. When he
+returned the
+next morning, he found his patient looking much fresher and brighter
+and his pulse in a perfectly normal condition. He listened to the
+account of the expedition made the day before, which, favored by the
+brightest March sunlight, had for the first time restored Edwin's
+confidence in his strength. &quot;To-day, with your permission, I propose to
+make a visit,&quot; said he. &quot;I want to look in upon my little friend and
+patron in the Venetian palace. He's not made his appearance in the tun
+for a week. Did the child of God only have intercourse with the child
+of the world as a good samaritan!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're very much mistaken,&quot; replied Marquard looking
+unusually grave.
+&quot;Our zaunkönig is watching his nest, because his brood is looking very
+miserable.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Leah? Sick? And how long has she been ill? Why do I first
+hear of it
+to-day?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why should I gossip about one sick room in another! I only
+wish I were
+as successful there as here. But there are cases which remind us rather
+roughly of the limits of our powers.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Can't you understand her sickness?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Her case requires a wiser man than I. I know that the seat of
+the
+difficulty is in the mind, and I would even venture to touch the sore
+spot with the point of a needle. But what will that avail, if the
+remedy, which I also know, is not to be bought at any apothecary's?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A disease of the mind?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No: a simple consuming fever with a perfectly clear
+intellect. In
+short:</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p class="t4" style="text-indent:-4px">&quot;By angels 'tis called a heavenly bliss,<br>
+By devils a woe of th' deepest abyss,<br>
+While mortals exclaim 'it is love.'&quot;</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Love? Is the poor girl--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;In love, and so deeply that her life is imperiled. Oh! my
+dear fellow,
+these still waters!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And who in the world--But to be sure, from what I know of
+her, she'd
+not confess it to you, or any other human being.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A good family doctor needs no verbal confession in such
+cases. We've
+other means of examining a feverish little heart--quiet noiseless
+means. At first, its true, I was on the wrong track. I imagined--mind,
+this is entirely between ourselves--that I myself was the fortunate
+object and cause of this mysterious suffering. After all, it would not
+have shown any want of taste in her, and with the romantic occasion of
+our introduction--the night when we rescued Fräulein Christiane from
+drowning--who would have wondered if she had at first revered me as the
+saving angel, then admired, and at last learned to love. And I confess
+the bare thought cost me several sleepless nights--until about
+midnight. You know what I think of love and matrimony, but my most
+sacred prejudices were in danger of being vanquished, when I fancied
+that a girl like this zaunkönig's daughter could really want me for her
+lawful husband. There's something about her which must make it
+difficult, nay impossible for an honest man ever to be faithless to
+her. I'm as good a conductor of heat as an iron stove, and opportunity
+added fuel to the flames. Under the pretext of being obliged to watch
+her, I daily spent an hour in her society, almost always alone; and
+besides, just at that time, I'd had a quarrel with my little
+nightingale. Adeline had been a little too enthusiastic about a
+handsome Hungarian. So I took advantage of the holiday thus given my
+heart, to make studies beside the lagune, to ascertain whether I could
+change my sentiments and transform myself from an admirer of ladies in
+general, to the adorer of one.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And in what did these studies consist?&quot; asked Edwin forcing a
+smile.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That's <i>my</i> secret,&quot; replied Marquard pathetically. &quot;Enough I
+gave up
+the game as I saw it was lost to me; but with the zeal of jealousy
+searched for the man who stood in the way. My old sympathetic method
+didn't leave me in the lurch this time.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;May one know--?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It's not my own invention. One of my colleagues in the dim
+past made
+use of the stratagem. You know the story of the sick prince, who was in
+love with his step-mother, and whose secret the physician discovered by
+feeling his pulse just as the queen was entering the room. Well, I
+couldn't introduce the man whom I suspected into Leah's sick chamber.
+There was an obstacle in the way. But his name, which I uttered
+apparently without design, while clasping the delicate round wrist of
+the little Jewish-Christian, produced precisely the same effect. A
+sudden quickening of the pulse to forty more throbs a minute.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Of course the case is not particularly interesting to you,&quot;
+he
+continued, as Edwin made no reply but with averted face gazed steadily
+out of the window. &quot;You've never had any different feeling for this
+pupil, than for any other student. At that time you'd been bitten by
+the serpent, and even if you had been offered the three graces attired
+in their authentic Olympic costume, you would have blindly pursued the
+ducal banner. Whether under these circumstances, however, it would be
+well for you to pay your visit to the Venetian palace today, you must
+decide yourself. True, we usually recommend rubbing chilblains with
+snow, but unfortunately a woman's heart is somewhat more delicately
+organized than the sturdy extremities. I thought it my duty to make
+this acknowledgement. Adieu!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He patted his silent friend on the shoulder and left him
+alone.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It would be impossible to describe Edwin's state of mind in a
+few
+words; we can scarcely venture to say whether joy or perplexity
+predominated in his strange bewilderment. The first overwhelming
+surprise was succeeded by the sense of secret shame that this could
+have so amazed him, the burden of a fault, which pardonable on account
+of its total unconsciousness, was yet unable to wholly absolve itself
+from the charge of ingratitude. How selfishly unfeeling it now seemed,
+that he had not even repaid with friendly recognition her many
+unobtrusive tokens of the most humble affection! Even today, when he
+had determined to see her again, it was principally the father, toward
+whom he thought he had a duty to fulfil. And now he learned that the
+happiness and misery of this young girl's life depended upon his
+presence or absence.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He closed his eyes and recalled all the scenes in which she
+had played
+a part, from the first interview in the little house to the evening
+when she had stood beside Balder's catafalque and gazed at the still
+face with an expression of the deepest woe. He saw her so distinctly
+that he could have sketched her features line for line, the beautiful
+lines of the eye-lids, which had attracted his attention at their first
+meeting, because they moved very little, as if the eyes had more
+strength than those of others to bear the light without the quiver of
+an eyelash. Then the delicate, strongly marked brows, which contracted
+when she was in thought--her father often teased her about it; her
+forehead was like a white page containing some secret inscription, and
+the eyebrows arched beneath it like two large interrogation points--all
+these things appeared before him, and the quiet droop of the head when
+it was difficult for her to understand something he was explaining, and
+the sudden movement with which, when she had grasped the idea, she
+raised it as if exulting in her victory and demanding new and more
+difficult tasks.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">This girl loved him, and for months he had not had the
+slightest
+suspicion of it!</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He took the plate she had painted for him from his desk, where
+he kept
+all sorts of writing materials lying on it, and looked at it as if for
+the first time. Without thinking what he was doing, he breathed on the
+surface and polished it with his handkerchief. It seemed as if he
+thought some secret cipher was concealed among the flowers and ears of
+corn, which must now stand out and reveal what thoughts had passed
+through her mind while she painted.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Suddenly it occurred to him that he possessed something better
+than
+this. The volume written by her own hand, in which as her father said,
+she had copied his lessons--a deep flush crimsoned his face as he
+remembered that it still lay unopened in his desk. True, how could it
+have interested him to see whether his pupil had correctly understood
+all his words, since the instruction was to cease. But suddenly this
+pledge entrusted to his care became of the greatest value, as a fresh
+means--since she would disclose her feelings in it without reserve--of
+obtaining a thorough knowledge of her, and then: did he know what
+confessions she might have made between the lines, confessions which
+had so long remained mute and unanswered?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">As if to repair the omission by the utmost haste, he now drew
+out the
+package and tore off the enclosure. A plain thick volume, like a diary,
+appeared, on whose blue cover was written the word &quot;journal.&quot; A
+flourish had been drawn beneath with the pen, and as he turned the
+leaves he found many traces on the margins of the pages that the writer
+had dreamily drawn, intricately interwoven flowers and figures, before
+summoning up courage to commit her thoughts to paper.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It was anything but a simple exercise book. The records dated
+much
+farther back, to a period three or four years before her acquaintance
+with Edwin, and contained all the secrets of her young life, everything
+which since her girlish heart had awakened, had aroused grave doubts
+and questions.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">There was scarcely a trace of external events; only from the
+reaction
+on her mind could it be inferred that even this most quiet, uniform
+life had experienced its trials and storms. But instead of merely
+describing the tone and contents of these pages, let us at this point,
+while Edwin for hours absorbs himself in reading, insert a short
+extract from oft-interrupted soliloquies of this earnest young soul,
+which will at least afford an idea of its principle characteristics.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER VII.</h2>
+
+<h3>FROM LEAH'S DIARY.</h3>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Since I burned the old volumes in which I so conscientiously gave an
+account of all my secret struggles before and after confirmation, I
+have had a horror of all writing. But is not this feeling similar to
+that experienced by a person just recovering from small-pox who sees
+himself in the glass for the first time, and desires to break the
+innocent mirror that shows him his real face. I wish I had not burned
+those diaries. True, they told a tale of sickness; but have we any
+reason to be ashamed, if we are attacked by fever and rave in delirious
+fancies?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;As to what befell me at that time--either I am greatly
+mistaken, or we
+are developed by sickness; few escape this development by pain, I
+think, and those few only because their natures are too weak and their
+blood too stagnant.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But when I reflect upon it, it was not shame because I must
+endure
+these childish tortures before reaching clear views of life, which made
+me destroy the old journals; it was a gnawing remorse that I could see
+so plainly and yet lack the courage to openly assert my convictions. I
+could not even plead the excuse that my unbelieving mind was not wholly
+clear, and when my lips repeated the confession of faith, I only made a
+vague protest. I knew perfectly well that I was uttering a monstrous
+falsehood, my own quiet creed in black and white gave the lie to the
+public confession in church, and in addition to the first act of
+cowardice, I committed the second one of destroying these mute
+witnesses, as if thereby I could stifle my own consciousness.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I can still remember how, in those days, a shudder like the
+chill of
+death ran through my frame, as, one after another, I heard all the main
+points of the creed which my benumbed brain had for months vainly
+striven to comprehend, echo loudly through the church, and at each one
+a voice within me shrieked 'no! no!' and yet the 'yes' fell from my
+lips, and I suddenly felt as though I were dead, since I had so
+publicly and solemnly belied my own nature. It seemed as if I had
+forsworn my existence, renounced what was nearest for something alien,
+and taken what must ever be foreign to my character as my dearest
+possession. Oh! the shame, the confusion, in which I returned and was
+forced to allow myself to be congratulated on my disgrace and
+degradation. For months I have been unable to regain my courage, or
+enter into cordial relations with myself, so utterly was I crushed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;In those days, no palliating circumstances occurred to me,
+neither the
+timidity natural to my sixteen years, nor the horror that would have
+filled the solemn space if I had told the truth, nay I did not even
+think of the true motive of my decision, the grief I should have caused
+my dear father by a step so unprecedented. I heard only my own voice
+professing a religion of which my heart knew nothing, nay which to
+myself I had even clearly refuted, openly refused, and yet now
+acknowledged as the substance of my deepest thoughts and feelings. It
+weighed upon my conscience like a perjury; then I burned the books.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why have I now commenced a new one? What have I to discuss
+with
+myself? Ah! the silence which I have become accustomed to keep, because
+I fear the sound of my own thoughts, has at last reached such a point
+that nature and the world and my own heart are also dumb to me. There
+is no one to whom I could utter my secret feelings. My father would be
+frightened if he should see such deep gulfs and lonely heights in my
+soul. Aunt Valentin speaks a different language, and others who come to
+the house take me for a strange and not very lovable girl, who has few
+attractions.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It's all the same. On the whole, silence makes us far
+happier; but we
+ought not to forget to talk to ourselves. I will practice the art
+again. Hitherto I have always lived at peace with myself, except for
+that one great discord.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And that--I have now clearly perceived it--is the fault of
+the bad
+habit of expecting young people, just as they are beginning to suspect
+the value of words, the difficulty of the enigma of the world, the
+depths of the abysses of life, to be contented with a few answers
+learned by rote to the most mysterious questions! It is cruel, to
+compel them either to carelessly cast aside every doubt, in obedience
+to the exhortations of a good man, who by virtue of his office is not
+permitted to doubt, or the tremendous courage to step forward before a
+whole congregation and reveal the inmost depths of their souls!</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The objections I ventured to make during the time of
+instruction were
+all so easily refuted--with the theological self-sufficiency and
+supreme wisdom against which there can be no debate, since it refers
+every spiritual doubt to the poor hypercritic's conscience, and instead
+of any real arguments has only the inscrutable retort: 'we must pray to
+God for faith, and he will bestow it.' Is not that like saying that
+when I am hungry and ask for bread, I can have an opiate, that I may
+forget my wants and dream of full dishes? Thoughts disturb me, and to
+escape from their conflict, I must pray for thoughtlessness?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But they are happy and wish others to have the same joy. If
+only the
+same food satisfied and nourished all!--</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>May</i> 10<i>th</i>.--I have been driving about the city with Aunt
+Valentin,
+buying all sorts of things. While we were so engaged she took advantage
+of the opportunity to labor again at my poor soul, which I thought she
+had given up as hopeless. But she really loves me, and therefore does
+not weary in constantly directing my attention to what renders her
+happy. I said very little in reply. There was so much noise and bustle
+in the streets, I had not felt cheerful and gay for so long a time, why
+should I spoil my enjoyment of the beautiful sunlight with arguments
+and self-defense? But at last, when we were again approaching our
+little house, in order not to delude her with false hopes, I remarked
+that I certainly greatly needed redemption and often longed for it with
+bitter pain. Yet how was I to feel love for a Saviour who did not
+answer my questions, did not know my sad thoughts, and stood before me
+as a sinless, perfect god-man. The mystical act of dying to rescue
+erring humanity has always been incomprehensible to me. Single
+beautiful rays of his nature shining through his doctrine might have
+warmed me; but I needed not only to be warmed but enlightened, and
+besides the wants of the heart, about which I am never uncertain, I
+have other needs, which the catechism does not still, and which--even
+if they are unnecessary or wrong--no dogmatic words can soothe.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My dear father who was just going out, met us and interrupted
+Aunt
+Valentin's reply. No theological subjects are ever discussed before
+him, he has positively forbidden it. His relations toward God and all
+'that is not of this world,' fill his whole nature so completely, that
+he himself says it is like a second health. If we speak of it, we must
+already be half sick, as we usually do not feel it at all. I envy him
+the happy certainty of constant intercourse with his God, who is as
+living a presence to him, as if he could see him with his eyes and
+touch him with his hands. I, on the contrary, always feel alone with
+myself, my human heart, my human thoughts; Aunt Valentin calls it
+godless, I call it god-forsaken. But is it my fault, that it is so?
+Have I not honestly sought him in tears and despair, the nearer the
+time came when I was to confess him in public? And he has not suffered
+me to find him!</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Evening</i>.--I have been obliged to finish a piece of work, a
+vase
+designed for a wedding gift, roses and sprays of myrtle with the
+interlaced initials of both names in the centre. I can understand how
+my father is so 'satisfied in his God.' He has a much less exacting
+heart, and is also content with his art, while my half-way talent
+shames me. This too is a matter of temperament. It is an impossible
+thought that we must wish (that is pray) to close our eyes to our own
+deficiencies, to be satisfied with trivial things. It is well not to
+murmur, to submit to what cannot be altered, but to falsify our own
+judgment for the sake of so-called contentment--I shrink from it as
+from a heinous sin.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Perhaps if I had great talent, or any high, difficult
+life-work taxing
+my energies, I might sooner cease to brood over inscrutable things. He
+who creates something in which he can himself believe, will perhaps in
+time lose his curiosity or the anxious desire to understand what has
+been created around him. He knows or imagines he knows why he lives.
+Each day seems to show him. I, on the contrary--if I were not necessary
+to my father--</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Two days later</i>.--I stopped writing day before yesterday,
+because
+some impulse suddenly urged me to read the New Testament again. I had
+not opened it since so many incomprehensible, threatening and
+condemnatory sentences perplexed my heart and then threw it back upon
+itself. Now, since I have lost the childish awe of hearing in it the
+voice of an infallible spirit, an Omniscient God, since I have read the
+story of one of the noblest and most wonderful of men, I have found
+much that greatly refreshed me. But the subdued tone of the whole at
+last oppressed me again. What do we mortals possess that is more
+elevating, pure, and consoling than joy; joy in beauty, in goodness, in
+the brightness of this world! And while we read this book, we are
+constantly wandering in the dusk of expectation and hope, the promise
+of eternal life is never fulfilled, but just dawning when we have
+struggled through time, uncheered by a bright ray of joy, a jest, a
+laugh--the pleasure of this world is vanity--we are referred to a
+future which makes the present worthless, and the brightest earthly
+bliss, that of becoming absorbed in a pure, deep, loving thought, must
+also be suspected by us, since only the poor in spirit inherit the
+kingdom of heaven--</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I am poor in spirit, but it makes me unhappy that I feel it,
+and at
+the same time feel that if I could break though these restrictions, I
+should no longer be what I am, not yet become sure of my redemption and
+happiness. For what transcends me is no more mine.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And then the thought that this gentle man, in order to belong
+to all
+humanity, should turn away from his relatives with such strange
+harshness, have no family ties--I suppose it was necessary but it
+always chills the ardor of my feelings. All the other great souls I
+have loved, have been glad and bright, and amid their majesty were
+allied to my nature by the chords of human needs. When I read Göethe's
+letters, of Schiller's narrow circumstances, Luther and his family, or
+of the people of still more ancient times, up to Socrates and his
+scolding wife, I always feel a breeze from the native soil out of which
+the plant of their spirits has sprung, and which also bears and
+supports my insignificant one. But the absence of everything akin to
+humanity alarms and estranges me, and to make amends I have not even
+the faith to believe that all, as with God, is perfectly right.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I have often wished I were a genius, for I thought geniuses
+must be
+very happy people, since with a sudden bound of fancy they leap over
+all the abysses of doubt at which quiet thinkers, to whom no brilliant
+idea suddenly lends wings, stand gazing helplessly. But on the other
+hand no applause from others or myself--though I greatly value
+genius--would induce me to relinquish honest labor, even if it advances
+slowly or does not reach the goal at all. This is my piety since I lack
+any other. Genius and devotion are probably incongruous, but without
+the consciousness of being absorbed in quiet honest devotion, in
+studying the mystery of life, not even our brief existence would not be
+worth the trouble of living.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>End of July</i>.--I have worked hard at my studies from nature.
+I think
+these industrious months which have filled my portfolio, must have done
+me good; for I now believe I am on the track of my own views and
+opinions, and have freed myself as much as possible from what I
+learned, which never satisfied me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;True, while I was doing so my journal has been neglected. I
+have
+painted until not only sight and hearing, but thought failed. If
+absorption in nature and art could content me, I should have
+experienced a few months of perfect happiness.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Aunt Valentin has brought to the house a young man whom she
+holds in
+the highest esteem, an artist who belongs to the Nazarene school, not
+without talent and not unattractive, but in spite of his St John's
+head, as Aunt calls it, he will never be dangerous to me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>August</i> 2<i>d</i>,--When I think I must some day belong to a
+husband, I am
+always filled with fear, so greatly do I feel the need of loving,
+yielding up my heart, in whose depths many things are unchained which
+will some day burst forth like hot springs. But I know that I can only
+deliver up my life to a man, when he is what I have so often sought in
+books--a very Saviour; when he is so far above me in strength,
+goodness, and intellect, that I can always receive from him, no matter
+how often I ask. It is said to be more blessed to give than to receive.
+But in marriage, it seems to me, since a woman gives her all, she ought
+to receive more than her all. It may be that these are dreams woven in
+a girl's idle brain, and that in reality such a union of two in one is
+impossible. At least my own parents, exemplary as they were, my good
+aunt and all the other happy married people I have seen, do not
+correspond with this ideal. However, there will be plenty of time to
+lower my standard when it is necessary.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;3<i>rd</i>.--Aunt Valentin has just been talking about N--r. She
+said he
+esteemed me very highly, loved me warmly, and should consider himself
+happy if he could win my affection and make me his wife. I have seen it
+coming, and my answer was the more free from embarrassment, the less I
+reciprocated the feeling.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>He</i> my saviour? He, who has not the most distant idea of my
+nature,
+and who would not have the least comprehension of my needs, if I told
+him all?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;'We are too unlike,' I answered. 'He is mistaken if he thinks
+one like
+me could make him happy.'--Aunt Valentin eagerly protested against
+this. He knew my religious opinions, and that was precisely what had
+turned the scale. He now felt how much he had to give, otherwise his
+modesty would have discouraged him. We discussed the matter a long
+time, debating whether with the possibility of conversion and future
+understanding, two persons so widely different in belief might venture
+to join hands. Dear me, she believes it because she desires it. This
+reason for faith does not exist for me, since I do not even wish to
+attract him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A nature like his, which is alarmed by everything vague and
+seeks
+repose at any cost, even that of truth--I mean truth to itself--such a
+peace-loving soul would be chilled to death in the storms of thought
+which are my element. It requires courage to stand as sentinel on such
+a lonely post, and not even know when one will be relieved--if at all.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Wednesday</i>, 6, <i>A. M</i>.--I awoke last night and could not
+fall asleep
+again on account of the heat, so I rose and sat down at the open
+window, where the night heaven looked down upon me with its countless
+stars. Then suddenly, when all around was so calm and silent, and yet
+so grand and wonderful, a feeling stole over me as if I distinctly
+heard my soul say: 'No, this boundless expanse contains no heart whose
+pulses throb in harmony with yours. But do not fear. We breathe and
+move and will and think according to eternal necessity, and are not
+solitary, even amid the desolation of midnight.' And as I said this to
+myself, I heard my dear father's quiet breathing and stole softly into
+his room. There he lay smiling so lovingly in his sleep, that I
+involuntarily knelt beside him and gently kissed his hand; then I
+returned to my bed and slept more sweetly than I had ever done before.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Long ago, when it occurred to me, that what people call God
+was a
+vision created after their own image, a thrill of superstitious awe
+stole over me, as if I must be punished in some way for my audacity.
+But it is childish to suppose that if a conscious, omniscient,
+omnipresent being really holds the world in his hand, our doubts or
+misapprehensions would offend him, as an earthly monarch would be
+angered if a sentinel did not pay him due honor. But the childish
+tricks and farces which we daily see performed with the utmost
+seriousness, and even take part in ourselves, have gradually made us in
+earnest. People in Catholic countries believe that they offend this
+God,--whom they call all-good and all-wise--if they pass a church
+without removing their hats or making the sign of the cross, and in
+many Protestant houses they do not appease their hunger without asking
+the Saviour to share the meal. This is child's play, and very harmless
+and even pleasing, if in these little pious, symbolical exercises, men
+did not lose the capacity to realize the vast heights and depths of the
+idea of God, that would be worthy of this vast universe. But you make
+him out what you are yourselves, a being irritable, capricious, and so
+susceptible to flattery that he cannot bear to have a man, at a rare
+piece of good fortune, cry out: 'Well done;' but at once spoils the
+poor mortal's mirth. If forsooth nothing can be gained by a formal
+suit, he must try again to appease him, a being, that with all his
+majestic designs, does not suffer a sparrow to fall from the roof
+without serving his purpose, let alone a poor slater, who leaves a wife
+and children penniless.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Very well; let them model their household God as they choose
+and can.
+But why do they rage with fire and sword or angry denunciations against
+all who cannot make the magnificent creation harmonize with such a
+creator, who to atone for the contradictions and mysteries, hardships
+and delusions of life, seek something besides the rewards and
+compensations to be received: in another world? Why should one who
+troubles nobody with his wanderings and searchings, not be permitted to
+fight his way through at his own risk, but always be forced to walk on
+the great high road, where by the rays of the privileged lights so much
+is done and approved that is utterly repulsive to him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Later</i>.--My father too--in his tender affectionate way--has
+also
+asked what I think of N--r. I made no concealment of my utter
+indifference, and begged him to inform the worthy man that he might
+cherish no delusions. 'You know,' said I, 'I have always been a
+terribly obstinate child, and only one person has had with me the
+patience I need--yourself. I should be a simpleton if I left you to
+quarrel with somebody else who will not even listen to what I say, but
+already believes me a stray sheep.' He laughed and said he did not wish
+to give me up, I should have to run away from him till he could become
+reconciled, and besides he only wanted to know my opinion; the affair
+had seemed to him very improbable.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I clearly perceived that Aunt Valentin, to whom he can never
+refuse
+anything, was at the bottom of the matter. But with all his mildness
+and gentleness, there is one point where he becomes firm as a rock, and
+we perfectly understand each other: a person who lacks real nobility
+and greatness of soul can not influence him, spite of the best
+qualities. And therefore--&quot;</p>
+
+<hr class="W50">
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What I wrote yesterday afternoon has been strangely verified.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Aunt Valentin interrupted me and induced father also to leave
+his work
+and enjoy the fine weather in the Thiergarten. A concert was to be
+given for some benevolent object. When we reached the place, we found,
+as I suspected, N--r already there. As it was very crowded, he had
+secured places for us, so we sat very comfortably looking at the gaily
+dressed ladies and children, who moved up and down near us, and
+listening to all sorts of overtures and dances, which failed in
+producing a pleasant impression, on my ears at least. But the air was
+like balsam, the recent rain had made it soft and free from dust, and
+in the midst of the music a calm, cheerful feeling took possession of
+me, and I was very grateful to aunt for having afforded me this
+pleasure. She looked very bright; I often think she does not grow old,
+but in spite of her hard, dogmatic ideas, retains some of the innocence
+of childhood in her features; my father was very gay, his new coat
+fitted him perfectly, and we joked about it; even N--r seemed more
+agreeable than usual. Among all the <i>blasé</i> vacant, or frivolous faces,
+his grave modest countenance looked like a human face amid mere masks.
+Suddenly, in a pause between two pieces of music, we heard from an
+adjoining table, where several officers were sitting, loud words about
+us, or rather me. A very saucy looking young lieutenant was beginning
+to tell his companions why he thought me pretty. I will not repeat his
+language here, but though not intended to be insulting, it was an
+offence against all good breeding, especially as various jests,
+stories, and satirical remarks, such as are common among gay young men,
+were added. Father turned pale and looked at Frau Valentin. 'We ought
+to go away,' said Aunt, 'this is intolerable.' 'We ought to request
+them to stop,' replied father, glancing at N--r. 'It would be better to
+avoid a quarrel and any scandal,' replied the latter without daring to
+look up. 'Why can't we remain quietly here, and let these children of
+the world continue their talk, which doesn't concern us.' 'Us?' said my
+good father rising. 'I should think, as we're sitting at the same
+table, it concerned us all if any person behaved rudely to one. I'll
+see whether this babbling mouth can't be stopped.' 'Would you--?'
+exclaimed N--r in astonishment, but father did not hear him. He had
+approached the table, courteously raised his hat, and said a few words
+in a tone so low, that I did not understand them; there was a strange
+roaring noise in my ears. I only saw his dear, gentle, honest eyes
+flash with an unusual light, a flush mount to his cheeks, and an
+expression of such firm resolution rest upon his features, that even
+the blustering young officer remained perfectly quiet, and no one
+interrupted him. When he had finished, he paused a moment to ascertain
+whether they had anything to say, then as all were silent and only the
+principal hero faltered a few incoherent words, father smiled very
+pleasantly, raised his hat again, and bowed to the whole table.
+Meantime the orchestra began, and when the piece was over, our
+neighbors departed, courteously raising their caps to my dear, knightly
+father, in doing which the ex-orator did not even venture to look at
+me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;N--r was overwhelmed with shame, but father behaved as if
+nothing had
+happened. Afterwards when we were driving home with Aunt (my peaceful
+suitor had found some pretext to bid us farewell,) he took occasion to
+tell her that in the future she need not encourage this singular person
+to visit our house. 'I know,' said he, 'that we're told to turn the
+right cheek when smitten on the left. But although I greatly desire
+always to be disposed to forgive insults to myself, as soon as they are
+addressed to another, especially a lady, you must allow me to defend
+myself and hold the man who either has not the heart or spirit to do
+so, a weakling, with whom I prefer to have no intercourse.'</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;When we were at home and alone, I threw my arms around my
+dear, noble
+papa's neck and kissed him till he was fairly out of breath and began
+to scold, though there were tears of joy in his eyes.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;N--r was not mentioned by either of us. I think I shall not
+see him
+again--</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;How little the days bring, that really touches the heart!
+Oftentimes
+this void is not at all oppressive. A mist seems to enfold me, which is
+already beginning to grow less dense and be gilded by the first rays of
+the sun, which I cannot yet see. A soft, delightful expectation
+pervades my soul, like the anticipation of very pleasant events,
+experiences, and enlightenments, which will undoubtedly soon take
+place. But when another day has passed in monotonous waiting, I lie
+down on my bed with a very heavy heart, and think: suppose nothing
+should happen? Suppose all your hoping and waiting should only befool
+you? For I have long understood that our wishes can give no claim to
+their gratification, our longings no right to their fulfillment. We all
+strive toward perfection, and remain in our incompleteness.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But there is so much beauty, depth, and joy accessible to me,
+even in
+my limited sphere--and yet I am unable to attain it--am still far from
+it--the greatest happiness is beyond my reach.</p>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">&quot;To-day I stood a long time before a shop where medical and
+philosophical works were displayed in the window. If I only had
+money enough, I would buy all whose titles please me and read them
+hap-hazard, as the man in the fairy tale ate through a mountain of
+pan cakes and found priceless treasures. But the little I earn by
+painting--</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I have again looked over the contents of our book shelves
+which I
+already know by heart. Even in our great authors, I do not find what I
+seek and need. Then I mechanically took down a volume of Becker's
+History of the World and read a portion of it. If I only had some
+connection with those long past wars, political revolutions, and
+historical events! But the happy betrothal of our pretty little
+neighbor, our landlord's daughter, is really more important to me at
+this moment, than that Ninus married Semiramis, and Cleopatra had
+several husbands. Does not very much the same farce go on under
+different names, in other lands and costumes, a farce whose origin and
+purport we understand no better when we have read all these fourteen
+volumes?--</p>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">&quot;And yet, if we did understand, could we endure life? Is not
+the fancy
+that we have something very important and necessary to do, is not this
+delusion perhaps the best in existence? At the theatre we ought to
+forget, as much as possible, that the actors behind the footlights are
+rouged and obey the prompter's voice instead of the dictates of their
+own hearts.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I can still remember how I felt, when in my childhood I sat
+toward
+evening on the flight of steps leading down to the canal, gazing at the
+tiny spot gilded by the slender ray of sunlight that made its way
+between the high roofs. I always grasped at it and thought I could take
+the golden water in my hand. Then it was once more as dull and dirty as
+everywhere else in our lagune. But I had fancied or read somewhere,
+that if one knew a certain spell it would not turn back to common
+water, but remain liquid gold. Yes, if one knew the spell!--</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My good, kind, ever loving, ever thoughtful father! He has given me
+to-day a joy never experienced before. Be has found me a teacher and
+brought him home at once. The very first words exchanged with the Herr
+Doctor have convinced me that he is wholly unlike all the others, that
+he knows what I need, what I have not found in books and hitherto have
+not asked from men.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If I should describe the wonderful impression this man and
+our first
+conversation--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Here the writing suddenly stopped at the bottom of a page. The
+following sheets seemed to have been cut out with a small pair
+of scissors--how many could not be discovered. Then began in a
+clear, regular hand--all the previous writing had shown traces of
+agitation--an elaborate account of all Edwin had said during his
+lessons. He was astonished, since in his presence she had scarcely
+written a name or a date, to see how clearly the essential portion of
+his statements was given without the slightest misunderstanding, and
+yet in her own words, so that her memory was the least merit. No
+description of personal moods and experiences interrupted the quiet
+flow of these thoughts, but oftentimes there was a dash or
+interrogation point on the margin, a sentence thrown in which showed
+that here and there the writer's mind had not yet penetrated the lowest
+depths, and was obstinately seeking to fathom them. &quot;This might be
+printed just as it stands, as a history of philosophy for women!&quot;
+exclaimed Edwin, when he had read the last line. &quot;What a head! And I,
+when she was gazing so dreamily into vacancy with her great eyes,
+thought 'where is she wandering'--when she perhaps understood better
+than her teacher.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It's a pity that it closes so soon! I should like to see what
+she
+would have made of later events. But there's something more.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He had turned the page and now read as follows:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The most difficult thing in life has always seemed to me to
+clearly
+perceive, in a conflict of duties, which is the higher, and those are
+the happiest and most ingenious who can do so. If goodness were a
+perfectly simple matter, what would be more delightful than always to
+be good? But that reason must put in its word where affairs of the
+heart are concerned, that we must think of what is customary, and often
+come to no positive decision, is sad, because it makes us doubt that on
+which we should most rely, our own consciences, and---whichever path we
+may choose--leaves in the soul a sting, a something to regret.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;We are firmly convinced that it is our duty to offend no one.
+It is
+the law of the gospel, as well as of our deepest feelings, which deals
+with all the sorrows of the world, and therefore makes every
+individual, out of compassion for the others, labor to alleviate the
+misery of the world. And now each individual again strives toward
+perfection, to the full extent of his powers, and yet can rarely carry
+his point without injuring others, as a tree in the midst of a forest
+has only just as much light and air as the neighboring trees admit. And
+therefore many a one withers and pines away, knowing it, foreseeing the
+end, and obliged to be silent--</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, obliged to be silent even if speech would injure no one,
+when a
+mere prejudice decides it to be unseemly to grow beyond a certain
+height and breadth, and that those who are exceptions, would be struck
+by lightening; Oh! why must----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Here several lines were erased. Then on a fresh page was a
+letter:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>I never dreamed that I should ever give this volume to any one, least
+of all that it would come to your notice, my honored teacher. But
+father wishes that the instruction for which I owe such inexpressible
+gratitude, should cease, that for some time I should turn my thoughts
+from all that was the subject of your lessons. He begged me to destroy
+these pages too. But I cannot yet resolve to do so, and requested him
+to allow me to place the volume in your care. So what came from, you
+returns to you again.--I beg you not to laugh at the earlier records,
+if you happen to cast a glance at them. I must now dispense with that
+which during the past few weeks has occupied all my thoughts and
+feelings, and for which I can never thank you enough! How deeply this
+grieves me I cannot tell you, and yet I feel that it would be the only
+thanks I could offer, if I could make you fully understand how much I
+shall now sacrifice. You would then perceive how much you have given
+me, and that I have received everything, even what was perhaps somewhat
+above my comprehension, with the most eager and honest purpose. At
+least I must tell you that presentiment and the incompleteness of my
+knowledge will never torture me in the future, as they have done in the
+past, now that I know there are clear judgments, and that even an
+untutored, simple girl, if she collects her thoughts and has the right
+guide, can at least advance far enough to comprehend the grandeur of
+the task, and exercise her powers upon it.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Farewell, honored Herr Doctor. Be kind enough to accept the
+little
+memento I venture to send, and hold an indulgent memory of your
+sincerely grateful pupil,</i></p>
+
+<p class="right">&quot;L. K.&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER VIII.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">It was high noon when Edwin turned the last page of this
+confession,
+and meantime the maid-servant had brought his dinner, which stood
+untouched on the little table. Even now he sat motionless at the window
+for a long time, with the book on his knees and his hands crossed on
+it, as we place them on a chafing dish by whose feeble glow we try to
+warm ourselves.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When he rose, his eyes sparkled with a light as strong and
+brilliant as
+if the slow work of his convalescence had suddenly been completed. He
+extended his arms toward the blue March sky, and drew a long breath,
+like a person who feels strong enough to cope with anything that may
+come. &quot;If I could only speak of it to Balder!&quot; he said to himself; then
+he carefully locked the book up in his desk and went out into the
+street.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Once more life seemed dear and pleasant, the motley throng of
+people as
+delightful as the swarming of bees in midsummer, the faces he met kind
+and dignified. He paused before the shop windows, entered a
+confectioner's more to look at the dainties and the human beings who
+were eating them, than to enjoy them himself, and visited several of
+his intimate acquaintances, whose thresholds he had not crossed since
+the autumn. All congratulated him on his recovery, and said the
+sickness had rejuvenated him. At last, when he had walked till he was
+tired and remembered Marquard's threats if he attempted too much at
+first, he went to Mohr's rooms and would not be deterred from entering
+when told he was not at home. A strange, joyous restlessness urged him
+to see all sorts of strange people and things, and remain with them for
+a time, in order to have the secret pleasure of thinking of the
+treasure he concealed in his bosom; as in times of special happiness,
+when the lofty joys we experience render our sleep full of dreams, we
+wake, turn from one to another and reflect that the joy we feel on
+awaking, is the only real and actual experience.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mohr did not return home. When Edwin had ransacked his room,
+looked
+through his books, and softly struck a few chords on Christiane's
+piano, which Mohr had bought at the sale of her effects, he at last
+resolved to go home. He was delighted to see Franzelius, but did not
+tell him one word of the subject that was occupying his thoughts. But
+as he fancied he read in his friend's honest countenance something like
+a reproach that Edwin could be so cheerful, almost wantonly gay, when
+Balder had scarcely been dead five months, he took his hand, and said
+gravely: &quot;Franzel, I know of what you're thinking. But have patience
+with me a little while. Signs and wonders happen, and a dry stick which
+seemed fit for nothing except to be hacked to pieces and cast into the
+fire, suddenly puts forth green branches. If <i>he</i> had lived to see
+this, I really believe the joy and wonder would have prevented his
+death, we should have kept him here.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Then the next morning, when he opened his eyes and saw the
+sunbeams
+playing among the palms, he could not help thinking of a verse of
+poetry he had read somewhere, and as Franzelius had long since risen
+and gone to his printing office, he softly repeated it:</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p class="t1">How pleasant to wake in the bright morning's glow<br>
+When one has lain down with a soul full of love.<br>
+And hear in our wonder the heart laughing low<br>
+And know not the music that maketh it move,<br>
+Till full soon the radiant light comes, and low<br>
+The purple veil is withdrawn from above,<br>
+Revealing the vision of love just dawning,<br>
+Nodding and murm'ring: &quot;Good morning! Good morning!&quot;</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="normal">He started up and hurriedly threw on his clothes. All
+hesitation was
+over, and he now reproached himself for having waited yesterday to see
+whether other thoughts would come during the night. If it had been
+admissible to make a call at nine o'clock in the morning, he would have
+rushed off without his breakfast. But he allowed another hour to pass,
+and then in the brightest of spring sunlight, turned his steps toward
+the Schiffbauerdamm and the lagune.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Where are you hurrying at such a rate, Herr Doctor?&quot; he
+suddenly heard
+some one call behind him. &quot;One must borrow the wings of the morning to
+overtake you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It was extremely disagreeable to be compelled to stop and give
+his
+pursuer a courteous answer. And yet the speaker was a man whom he was
+usually by no means unwilling to meet, a Livonian baron, whose great
+wealth gave him the means to indulge his passion for art and extend and
+correct his powers of judgment by constant travel. He had a gay,
+careless disposition, with which a sort of Berserker rage that
+overwhelmed him whenever the conversation turned upon spurious pictures
+or undeserved fame, oddly contrasted. One who saw him passing through
+the streets in his negligent attire, with a broad brimmed black hat
+crowded down over his bald head, and eyes that from constant searching
+and gazing, protruded like a snail's, as if eager to touch everything
+visible, would scarcely have expected to find the artistic judgment and
+delicate enthusiasm, which had made him dear to Edwin.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But to-day nothing could have been more inopportune to our
+friend than
+this meeting. He pleaded a business engagement as the cause of his
+haste, but could neither decline the troublesome companionship, nor
+conceal the goal of his walk.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When the baron heard the zaunkönig's name, he paused in
+astonishment,
+and with a &quot;<i>Cospetto di Bacco!</i>&quot; seized Edwin by the coat.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Listen to me, my dear fellow,&quot; he exclaimed, &quot;this is a
+dispensation
+of Providence, or there is no God. Do you know I was just in the act of
+taking the same walk, and grumbling because I was obliged to do so, and
+now I'm heartily glad to be relieved of the necessity.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Have you an errand to the artist, which I could perform in
+your
+place?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If you will be so kind, my friend; for that you can do so,
+and ten
+times better than I, is just the miracle. But first hear <i>di che si
+tratta</i>. Last autumn, when the exhibition of paintings was held here, I
+had the honor of escorting Prince Michael Paulovitsch Batàroff, our
+great Mæcenas, you know, a man who between ourselves has allowed a
+wretched Byzantine daub to be imposed upon him for a Taddeo Gaddi, and
+otherwise paid dearly enough for his connoisseurship. But that's of no
+consequence if he's in the right hands, his money sometimes goes to the
+right man. Well, I am, so to speak, his oracle. Whenever anything is
+offered him, especially by a modern artist who is not yet famous, he
+always wants to ascertain from <i>me</i>, how the picture really suits
+<i>him</i>. Of course I'm as rude and inconsiderate toward him, as a good
+diplomat must be to conceal his subtlety. At that time, when as I've
+already mentioned, we nosed around the exhibition, in doing which he
+used me as his truffle-dog,<a name="div2_07" href="#div2Ref_07"><sup>[7]</sup></a> he had his pathetic days, when he would
+pour forth the most incomprehensible tirades about the moral influence
+of art, the priesthood of genius, and the incapacity of the German race
+to produce any great artists--phrases which always made me think of the
+famous symphony on the influence of blue on the arts, from the <i>Scénes
+de la Vie de Bohéme</i>. Well, one day he was riding his hobby: in art
+only the highest developments have a right to exist. If he could be a
+Caligula of æsthetics, he would wish that all mediocre painters had but
+one neck, that he might sever it from the trunk at a single blow. I,
+who've grown old enough to make a wry face at the theory of perfection
+in art, dryly remarked that I knew spheres of life in which bungling
+did still more harm. Was not a mediocre statesman, doctor, priest, nay
+even an unskilful cook, far more injurious to the community, than a
+poor devil of a painter, who quietly daubs his little square of
+canvass, and meantime thinks himself an artist who understands how to
+enjoy life and beauty far more than other mortals? Whom does he injure
+except himself, if he sells nothing, and is compelled to starve with
+his wife and children? And if he really helps to corrupt the taste of
+the public, would the crime be any more reprehensible, than that
+committed by a statesman who incites nations to war against each other,
+or a cook who destroys our stomachs, let alone miserable doctors who
+can't heal them again. No, I would not on any account wish the innocent
+mediocrities away, unless they were blatant fools or scoundrels, and
+procured large orders by intrigue. A hundred bunglers were necessary,
+before one genius distinguished himself; but whether this eternal star
+enjoyed as much happiness amid all its splendor, as the majority of
+these ephemeral insects derived from their feeble spark, was very
+questionable, etc., etc. His Highness condescended to laugh and call me
+a paradoxical sophist. 'Look at this picture, my dear baron,' he
+exclaimed stepping before a genuine zaunkönig, which really did cut a
+very poor figure. 'Will you, even in the presence of this sufficiently
+pitiful production, assert that the kingdom of heaven belongs also to
+the poor in art, that the worthy painter was satisfied with his work
+and would not joyfully abandon his trade, if he had learned anything
+else? I'll wager that most of these gentlemen, who pretend to glow with
+the sacred fire of genius, would not hesitate a moment, as they've only
+got into the habit of painting, as old Schadow said, to get out of it
+again, if they were better paid for their idleness, than for their
+bungling industry.'</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, he's not usually so unjust. You know, my friend, what a
+part
+materialism plays at the present day, even in art. But the cold,
+<i>blasé</i> tone thoroughly enraged me, as I know the condition of the
+so-called sacred fire of art in His Highness' own breast. Just at that
+moment I saw our zaunkönig, with his good, modest face, standing at
+some little distance, almost alarmed to see people linger so long
+before his insignificant picture. 'Suppose you make the trial, your
+Highness,' I hastily replied. 'The artist who painted this picture is
+close at hand. My Mantegna against your Luini, that no money in the
+world will induce this worthy man to sell the pleasure of occasionally
+sending such a little abomination of art into the world. But we must go
+to work delicately. An open offer would mortally offend his pride.
+Propose to give him a yearly salary, on condition that he does not
+touch a brush except for you, and must wait till you give him orders.
+I'll declare your Taddeo Gaddi genuine, if the little artist can hold
+out even a twelvemonth, without scrawling his hedges and foregrounds.'</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What do you say to this malicious wager? Shameful, my dear
+fellow,
+wasn't it? But it popped out all at once, and really my Mæcenos was
+prince and Russian enough to think the trick very clever. I was ashamed
+of myself, when the zaunkönig was summoned and showed a touching
+confusion, when he heard that his 'speciality' had at last found the
+right purchaser. 'How much do you earn by your painting in the most
+successful years?' asked the prince. 'Three hundred thalers at the
+most,' was the reply. 'Well, I'll give you a thousand, and from this
+time you're my court painter. You'll receive your salary from the
+embassy every six months, and in return bind yourself not to touch a
+brush except to execute my orders. Adieu!'</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So the good little man stood as if he had suddenly fallen
+from the
+clouds, surrounded by several perplexed, envious colleagues, who were
+paying him sarcastic compliments. But do you know, since that day I've
+not slept as quietly as usual, for I've also undertaken the pleasant
+task of watching the new court painter, to see whether he scrupulously
+keeps his contract. As I should make the mischief still worse by
+tattling, and moreover at last hope to win the wager and bring off my
+old friend with all the honors, I must after having said A., go on to
+B. I was just on my way to him again. He once told me that the spring
+always arouses in him a desire to paint. The trees themselves are then
+as dry as hedge poles, and vegetation is scanty; he can at any rate
+reproduce that. And yesterday the secretary of Legation handed me a
+letter, in which our artist asks His Highness whether he may be
+permitted to paint a very charming picture for him: the last snow on a
+low heath, with the bright spring sky arching over it, the first tender
+grass, etc. All letters to the prince, at least from artists, pass
+through my hands. Well, I shall win my Luini sooner than I expected.
+But this espionage is very repugnant to my feelings. Dear Doctor,
+you're an entirely disinterested person, and might do me the favor,
+especially since, as a psychologist, it must be of interest to you--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My dear baron,&quot; interrupted Edwin laughing, &quot;I'm very much
+obliged to
+you for the part you wish to assign me in this tragi-comedy, but I
+really don't know whether I can undertake it, whether the visit I'm
+about to pay may not be the last for a long time, perhaps forever.
+Yesterday I wrote to L., where a professorship of mathematics is
+vacant. If it is given me, I've determined to exchange the air of
+Berlin, which does not agree very well with the constitution of a
+private tutor, for some more favorable climate. Besides, you take your
+wager altogether too much to heart. To say nothing of the fact that
+psychology will be greatly indebted to you, I see no danger whatever to
+our excellent friend. Like you, I'm convinced that you'll win, and
+then, as Russian princes always have their whims, it will be easy to
+find some pretext for breaking the bargain. Your Herr Michael
+Paulovitsch will have a good lesson, and the zaunkönig his thousand
+thalers, which in spite of all, he'll have honestly earned. But here we
+are at his nest. Won't you come in with me? For this time I can place
+my talents as a police inspector at your disposal.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Mille grazie</i>,&quot; replied the other. &quot;I'll take you at your
+word. Write
+a line this afternoon, either yes or no, to inform me whether the old
+sinner is secretly spoiling colors and washing brushes, or
+conscientiously keeps to his bond. I'll then add a postscript to his
+letter to the prince. Adieu, my dear fellow, I wish you success!--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin's heart beat violently as he entered the little house.
+The door
+chanced to be open, and he met no one in the entry. His heart told him
+that he should find Leah in the sitting room on the left. Yet he
+knocked at the door of the studio, and without waiting for the &quot;come
+in,&quot; crossed the threshold he had so long avoided.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER IX.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">At his entrance the little artist started from a chair by the
+window,
+where he had apparently been seated a long time, absorbed in deep
+thought.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Thank God!&quot; he exclaimed, and his sad, honest face
+brightened, as he
+held out both hands to Edwin--&quot;you again walk among the living. It's
+pleasant that you instantly remember your old friends--though this is
+not exactly the right atmosphere for a person just recovering from
+illness--you come to people who, in the midst of the loveliest air of
+Spring, sit in affliction and the shadow of death. Well--it's as God
+wills, I keep calm.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">With the tear's streaming down his cheeks, he now told Edwin
+that Leah
+had grown so ill that she could scarcely get an hour's sleep, and the
+food she took was hardly enough to nourish an infant a week old. Yet
+she bore her fate with a divine patience that often made him wonder
+whence she derived her strength, since she neither prayed nor accepted
+everything as the will of an all merciful Father who could make even
+the most incomprehensible and hardest things result in a blessing. &quot;In
+that she's like her mother, whose only defense and weapons against all
+sorrow were silence and meditation. Go to her, dear Doctor, I know
+she'll be delighted to see you. She always esteemed you so highly, and
+God is my witness that I've often reproached myself for yielding to
+Frau Valentin and interrupting your lessons. Doctor Marquard says the
+sickness is connected with the mind--if she could but divert her
+thoughts, and not brood perpetually over one idea--Ah! me! If
+philosophy could give her sleep and appetite, preserve my child to
+me--&quot; He paused and pressed his handkerchief to his eyes.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If you'll give me leave, dear Herr König,&quot; said Edwin, &quot;I'll
+try what
+I can do. Philosophy has already banished many evil spirits and infused
+new blood into whole races. I'll speak to your dear daughter, and hope
+it is not yet too late.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He turned away to conceal his emotion, and hastily left the
+studio.
+When he entered Leah's room, he found her resting on the sofa with a
+book in her lap, her beautiful dark eyes fixed upon it, each a burning
+fire in whose glow a waxen image is slowly consuming. In other respects
+she was not altered, except that her complexion was more transparent
+and a sorrowful smile seemed frozen on her lips. But as he approached
+her and with a few cordial words took her hand, a deep blush suffused
+the delicate face and gave to it the appearance of blooming freshness
+and health.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What sorrow you are causing us, dear Leah!&quot; he said drawing a
+chair
+toward her couch. &quot;No,&quot; he added as she attempted to rise, &quot;you must
+remain as you are, if you don't want to drive me away. I'm so glad to
+see you again. Since that terrible day I've only heard of you through
+others. And yet not entirely through others, through yourself, too. Do
+you know that I read your journal yesterday for the first time?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She moved her head as if to beg him not to talk about it, and
+replied:
+&quot;You've so many better things to do--if my father had not desired it--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, dear Fräulein,&quot; he answered, &quot;I only wished I had not
+spent my
+time over things so much more useless, before I took up that volume.
+And yet, who knows whether I should before have been capable of
+estimating the full value of the treasure entrusted to me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She suddenly turned pale. &quot;No,&quot; she murmured, &quot;do not talk so,
+don't
+treat me like a silly child, to whom you must make pretty speeches,
+because you perceive my weakness and think you must spare or flatter
+me; it pains me--I've been used to different things from you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I know you're ill and need consideration,&quot; he replied in a
+trembling
+voice. &quot;And yet, dear Leah, I've come to tell you something which will
+at any rate excite you, think what you please and answer as you may.
+Since I've read those pages, it has become evident to me that I've been
+groping about in the mist like a dreamer and not perceived a real
+happiness--the happiness of having found a soul, such as is revealed in
+those pages, never to lose it again!</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;They've tried to part us, dear Leah,&quot; he continued with
+increasing
+agitation, while she lay with closed eyes and hands clasped upon her
+bosom, without any sign of life. &quot;But it only served to unite our
+hearts more closely. We've both experienced how necessary we are to
+each other, how little qualified to cope with life alone. True, you'll
+doubt whether I've really missed you; nay I did not even realize it
+myself. I was enchained by a passion which like some diabolical
+enchantment, made me a stranger even to myself. I know not how much you
+know or suspect, dear friend. For the first time in my life I learned,
+a woman's power, and suffered keenly from it. It's over, Leah, the last
+trace of it has vanished. She's about to become another's wife, and I
+heard the news without the slightest heart-throb. Oh! Leah, those were
+terrible days! When I think that the result might have been different,
+that I might have been forever forced to bow to this power--a power
+which treated pride and freedom, all that was worthy and precious in
+life, as a toy, and rendered me almost unfeeling, even in the days of
+Balder's keenest sufferings--I shudder at myself and the danger I have
+escaped. But you ought to know, Leah, the weakness of the man who now
+comes to you and says: 'will you, can you, notwithstanding all that has
+happened, unite your life to mine? Can you give your soul to one who
+has already once lost his own, while both he and you, perhaps may never
+wholly overcome the smart of his servitude?'</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If you were to say no, Leah, I should understand why and be
+forced to
+bear the pain. I know that I was dear to you. You would have burned
+that book rather than have entrusted it to my care, if your heart had
+not resistlessly drawn you toward me. And yet, Leah, I should not think
+less of you if after the confession I have just made, your heart should
+draw back, your pride forbid you to be satisfied with that which I
+offer with this perfect candor. You've a right to expect and demand
+that the man to whom you give yourself will repay you for the treasure
+with such enthusiastic and passionate devotion, that even the thought
+that any other power could become dangerous to him, would never enter
+his mind. I, dearest Leah, am, as you see me, a fugitive, whose wounds
+are scarcely healed after a severe battle. I come to you because I know
+I can nowhere be safer, nowhere find a more inaccessible refuge than
+with you. What I feel for you--we've not yet come to Spinoza,&quot; he
+interrupted himself with a quiet smile, &quot;so the phraseology of the
+schools is not familiar to you. He, the great philosopher, calls the
+feeling men have for that which he termed God--the absolute something
+which encompasses, does and wills everything--the exaltation of all
+emotions which follows when we become absorbed in the nature of this
+one and all, he calls 'intellectual love.' It's neither a jest nor a
+blasphemy, but the simple words of truth when I say that with such a
+love I love you, Leah! That blind, demoniacal passion, which is usually
+called love, has been washed out of my blood--I trust forever! What now
+lives in me is the happy consciousness that you're the best, purest,
+noblest creature that ever appeared on earth, the one being in whom my
+world is contained, and that the man whom you should love and to whom
+you consented to belong, would be the happiest of mortals!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">As he faltered the last words he knelt beside her couch, and
+taking her
+hands held them clasped in his, fixing his eyes upon her cool, slender
+fingers, unable to look her in the face. He remained for a long time
+absorbed in a blissful stupor; it was such a relief to have told her
+all, that he felt he scarcely feared her answer, although he was far
+from being sure of a favorable one.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She still remained silent. At last he grew anxious, looked at
+her, and
+instantly started up in alarm, for he could not doubt that she had
+fainted. He hastily seized a little bottle containing some powerful
+stimulant which he found on her table, and poured some on his
+handkerchief to rub her temples and restore the color to her pale lips.
+&quot;Leah!&quot; he exclaimed, &quot;come to yourself again! Oh! do not punish me so
+fearfully for my thoughtlessness; oh, how could I, when I found you so
+ill--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Her lips moved and she slowly opened her eyes. &quot;Forgive me for
+alarming
+you, my beloved!&quot; she murmured. &quot;The happiness was too great--too
+sudden. But--I'm well again--I live--aye, I will live, now that I know,
+through you and for you--Edwin, is it possible!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She raised her arm and timidly put it around his neck. He bent
+toward
+her face, now again glowing with blushes. &quot;My wife!&quot; he whispered. &quot;You
+are mine! mine! mine! And so surely as I hope to be happy through
+you--&quot; His lips, which met hers, stifled and sealed the vow of eternal
+love and constancy.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER X.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">The same day, toward dusk, the little artist was seen hurrying
+along
+the street in which Frau Valentin lived. Any one who had seen him in
+his studio that morning, would scarcely have taken him for the same
+man. Although the March winds could not seem exactly Springlike to
+elderly gentlemen, he had stolen lightly out of the house without an
+overcoat, like a youth whose hot blood keeps him warm. He had paid five
+groschen for a little bouquet of violets which a poor girl offered him,
+and fastened it daintily in his button hole; his white hat rested
+jauntily over his left ear, as always happened during his hours of
+inspiration, and those, who saw him pass, looking around with a merry
+joyous face, nodding sometimes to a pretty child or flourishing his
+cane, might well suppose that wine had played one of characteristic
+pranks on the little man, and persuaded him that he was once more a
+youth of twenty, and might yield to the most unbridled gayety as freely
+as the most hopeful young schoolboy.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But when he saw Frau Valentin's house in the distance, his
+joyous
+manner suddenly changed, his step became more moderate, a grave
+expression shaded his face, and he even paused as if considering
+whether it would not be better to turn back. Then he seemed to summon
+up all his manhood, energetically fastened the upper button of his
+coat, set his hat straight, and with resolute steps walked toward the
+dwelling of his pious friend.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He found her up stairs in the large room among a party of
+little girls
+who came to her twice a week after school, to be taught sewing, and
+then, strengthened by lessons of wisdom and virtue and a cup of coffee
+with a huge roll, were dismissed to their homes. The hour had just
+expired, and the little ones were crowding around their benefactress,
+who usually had to prevent them from kissing her hand by kindly
+stroking the round cheeks or giving a friendly pat on the shoulder. In
+spite of the dim light, she instantly perceived by the voice and
+expression of her old friend, that some important motive had brought
+him to her, and hastily led the way into the adjoining room, where her
+little lamp was already lighted before the picture of the dead
+professor. Her first question was concerning Leah. &quot;She's very well,&quot;
+replied the artist, as he took the bouquet of violets from his button
+hole and gallantly offered it to his old love.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What has happened to you, my dear friend?&quot; asked the lady in
+surprise.
+They used the word <i>ihr</i><a name="div2_08" href="#div2Ref_08"><sup>[8]</sup></a> in addressing each other when alone, as
+they were too intimate for the formal &quot;you&quot; and yet did not venture to
+adopt the familiar &quot;thou.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To me,&quot; he answered boldly, as if he were really meaning to
+conceal
+something from her. &quot;I don't know what you mean, my dear madame. I'm
+just the same as usual. But it's suffocatingly hot here. Allow me at
+least to open the windows--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Don't talk nonsense, my dear König,&quot; she said quietly. &quot;I can
+read
+your good old heart as easily as the coarse print of my hymn book.
+You've come here to tell a piece of news that pleases you, and yet
+you've not the pluck to speak out. And that's just what surprises me;
+for whatever pleases you, my old friend, has always been agreeable and
+welcome to me. So out with it quick. I must go to the meeting of the
+lying-in society in half an hour. Is Leah improving? Has any quack of a
+doctor suddenly inspired you with such good courage?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You are the very embodiment of wisdom,&quot; replied the artist,
+who had
+taken the chair at her work-table and was thoughtfully rummaging in her
+little basket. &quot;It is certainly a doctor, who has inspired me with
+courage, but he's no quack, and the affair is altogether--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He hesitated again and stooped to look for a thimble which he
+had
+luckily dropped. &quot;Keep your hands away from my things, for heaven's
+sake,&quot; said the good lady sharply. &quot;You know your meddling makes me as
+nervous as I should make you if I wanted to paint a part of your
+pictures. And now, once for all, for I hate all mysteries and enigmas,
+what doctor are you talking about and what hopes has he given to you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You shall hear, my dear friend, but I know you'll not like
+the mode of
+cure, and that's why I want to prepare you a little; for you often put
+on a look that makes even an old friend fear you. But if you want me to
+speak out: our Leah's engaged!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Engaged! That's certainly a piece of news nobody could be
+prepared
+for. My dear old friend, I hope you're not joking with me. You almost
+look as if you'd come from a drinking bout and had all sorts of fancies
+and notions in your head.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Another sign of your sharp-sighted wisdom, dear lady!&quot;
+laughed the
+artist, rubbing his hands in delight, for he had already told the most
+difficult part. &quot;I really have emptied half a bottle or perhaps three
+quarters, as my son-in-law, he who is to be I mean--these people who
+are in love don't know how to value good wine--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Better and better! Have matters already gone so far? A formal
+betrothal dinner, and Leah's second mother would have heard nothing
+about the matter, if the wine had not betrayed it. Well, Herr König,
+I've had to forgive many things in the course of our long acquaintance;
+but this--this--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The artist started up from his chair, as if he had been
+touched by a
+spring and approached his offended friend, who had seated herself on a
+sofa and tried to look resolutely away.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Dear lady,&quot; said he, &quot;first hear how it all happened. It was
+precisely
+because we all have so much respect for you, that we wanted to reflect
+a little and discuss the matter among ourselves, before we asked your
+consent. It came upon me like a thunder clap. And amid all the
+happiness--you may believe me--the thought of what you would say to it
+never left my mind a moment. You best know how I submit to your
+authority, and how willingly I yield to the gentle yoke, though you
+often treat me worse than my long years of love and loyalty deserve.
+But this time--no! I could not ask you first. Tell me yourself: if your
+child had fallen into the river and a man was ready to pull her out,
+would you first ask what faith he had? Now you see, although I know you
+don't like the doctor--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Doctor Marquard? That marriage-hater and Don Juan? That child
+of the
+world in the worst meaning of the word--and our Leah?--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;God forbid, my dear friend, this time your prophetic soul
+leaves you
+in the lurch. But I scarcely know whether the right man will not seem
+still more frightful to you. You see, I'm perhaps a weak Christian, at
+any rate weaker than you, and as for the higher branches of theology,
+you've more in your little finger than I in my whole artist skull. And
+yet--I too felt a little alarmed when the children came to me and
+confessed what had never entered my mind, that dear godless fellow of a
+philosopher--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Edwin? Doctor Edwin? Oh! my presentiments!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, indeed,&quot; said the little artist, &quot;no other than the
+dismissed
+teacher, who now wishes to continue the interrupted lessons all his
+life. Do you think my poor daughter's rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes
+consoled me at once for the destruction of my hopes in regard to her
+religious life? But, as I said before, only a monster of a father would
+have had the heart to say no, when the life of his only child was at
+stake. Or if that word is too harsh--it would have inquired a martyr of
+the dark ages, to prefer to see his child pine away and die, rather
+than live and be happy with an unbeliever. And that her sickness was
+only concealed love and that she would have wasted away without Edwin,
+I saw plainly enough at dinner, when simply because he sat beside her
+and looked tenderly into her face, she suddenly, in spite of her
+happiness, felt an appetite she has not had for months, and afterwards
+when he had gone away, lay on the sofa sleeping more soundly than if
+she had taken all the opiates in the world. Then I slipped away to come
+to you, my dearest friend. And now say a kind word to me--or if it
+can't be kind, an angry one, anything is better than to have you sit on
+the sofa so still and silent, with your handkerchief pressed to your
+face, so that I can't even see what sort of expression my best friend
+wears when she hears of my poor child's happiness.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The widow withdrew her handkerchief and revealed eyes
+streaming with
+tears, which looked at him with a singular expression of mingled
+indignation and kindness. &quot;You're an old hypocrite,&quot; she said, drying
+her lashes. &quot;I'm not what you call me, your best friend, or you would
+not have misunderstood and slandered me to my face, and to those too
+lovers, as if I sat here with the air of the judge of a supreme
+spiritual court, to whom it would be dangerous to bring news of such an
+engagement. Fie! shame on you for a faint-hearted fellow. You're a weak
+Christian indeed, if you expect to find in your fellow mortal a heart
+full of bigotry and intolerance, instead of one submissive to God's
+decree and accepting with gratitude and hope whatever he sends--If I
+can't help crying, not only from joy and thankfulness that our Leah is
+saved, but also with anger toward you, you reprobate, make amends for
+your sin by taking the godless doctor my congratulations this very day,
+and inviting him to dine here tomorrow; one of a party of four; do you
+understand? And moreover give me your word of honor, that I'm better
+than my reputation, and no ossified theologian. Don't you know my dear
+friend, that God's ways are wonderful? Suppose he intends to draw to
+himself these two hearts, that neither know nor desire to know him, by
+this circuitous way: first leading them to each other, and causing them
+to experience all the joys and sorrows of married life, in order, hand
+in hand and heart to heart, to guide them back to their heavenly
+father? There's no more influential home mission than matrimony, for
+two honest people, of course, and that the doctor, with all his
+blindness, has an honest soul, we've never doubted. So yes and amen,
+dear friend, and because it's such a day of joy, all sins must be
+forgiven. As a token that I bear no malice--come, dear father of the
+future bride, and let her mother embrace you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're a blessed angel right out of heaven!&quot; exclaimed the
+artist,
+making such an enthusiastic use of the permission, that the blushing
+lady was at last obliged to defend herself by force. &quot;Yes indeed,&quot; he
+continued, when he recovered his breath, &quot;this marriage has really been
+made in heaven, all the signs prove it. Think, dear Frau Valentin, how
+wonderful it is, that this very morning I was sitting thinking whether
+it would not be better to resign my position and salary as court
+painter to His Russian Highness, rather than continue to live on the
+money so indolently and dreamily. For I said: who knows whether the
+prince has not already forgotten me, and that I may not sit year after
+year, like a fool, waiting for orders which will never come?' But now I
+see that the dear God has so arranged this, that I need not portion my
+Leah quite so shabbily. Dear Frau Valentin, I know what you've always
+said--that that was your affair. But after all a father would also--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He was just in the mood to tell everything he had planned for
+the
+immediate future, when Frau Valentin's maid-servant entered and
+announced a visitor. The gentleman only wanted to ask a question, and
+would not give his name. Before her mistress had time to answer, a
+hasty step was heard in the ante-room, and to the zaunkönig's no small
+surprise, the gigantic figure of Heinrich Mohr crossed the threshold.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I beg ten thousand pardons,&quot; he exclaimed in his hoarse
+voice.
+&quot;Although I've the reputation of being unceremonious, I'm not usually
+so bold and uncivil as to enter a lady's room without ceremony. But
+circumstances which will be explained at some future day--the
+conviction, that there's danger in delay--perhaps several lives
+may depend upon whether this lady will grant me five minutes
+conversation--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He had poured forth these words with such strange agitation,
+his whole
+appearance was so singular, that Frau Valentin really did not know
+whether she ought to grant his request. But the little artist relieved
+her of all hesitation.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My dear friend,&quot; he exclaimed, &quot;don't have the slightest
+scruple. My
+mission here is fulfilled, and I must hurry home to illuminate the
+Venetian palace; our lagune must flash and sparkle like the Grand Canal
+at the weddings of the doges, and you're invited too, my dear Herr
+Mohr. No refusals. You owe it to your friend.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To whom?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why our doctor, your friend Edwin, my little Leah's betrothed
+husband.
+Haven't you heard of it yet?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Not a syllable. So he's engaged! I congratulate him. But
+don't depend
+upon me for this evening.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The artist started and looked at him in astonishment. This
+indifferent
+manner of receiving such wonderful news surprised and vexed him. But
+his joy was too great to be long clouded. &quot;As you choose,&quot; said he, &quot;we
+won't quarrel about it. Besides the young couple won't miss you, and to
+sit with an old fellow like me--you're right, it would not be much
+pleasure. So another time and farewell!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He seized his hat in the exuberance of his delight waved an
+adieu to
+Frau Valentin. While so doing, the pins which had fastened the somewhat
+rusty piece of crape came out, and the sign of seven years mourning
+fell on the floor. He was about to pick it up, but changed his mind.
+&quot;No,&quot; said he, &quot;we'll let it lie. If the mother can look down upon her
+child, she will think it natural if no crape is worn after this day.
+Farewell, my best friend! I still insist that you're an angel.&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER XI.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">As soon as the artist had left the room, Mohr, who had
+remained
+gloomily standing at the door, approached the astonished Frau Valentin
+and said in the tone of a foot-pad, who demands the traveler's purse at
+the pistol's point: &quot;you know a certain Lorinser, Madame. As I have
+reason to think this man of honor a scoundrel, who with persistent
+cunning escapes the punishment he deserves, I take the liberty of
+asking whether you've heard anything of him since he left Berlin.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Lorinser!&quot; exclaimed the good lady. &quot;Oh! dear Herr Mohr, say
+nothing
+about that unhappy man; he has already caused me sorrow enough. No, no,
+I don't know where he is, nor do I desire to do so, I will never see
+him again, and I think I'm tolerably sure he will never approach my
+threshold as he has every reason to remain away from Berlin.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;In so believing, Madame,&quot; Mohr replied with a short fierce
+laugh, &quot;you
+have probably misjudged this Protestant Jesuit. True, when a few months
+ago and again very recently I made inquiries about him at his former
+lodgings and the police headquarters, I learned that he had gone away.
+But people like him, who live on such intimate terms with angels and
+archangels, ascertain before death, how one must manage to move about
+as a glorified body. One saves rent thereby and passes through every
+key hole. That this mysterious man should have forever abandoned the
+great city, where people can take advantage of others so much more
+comfortably and profitably, always seemed to me improbable. And this
+very morning, just as I was doing him the honor to think of him, he
+drove past me in a droschky--to be sure I only saw him through the
+window, and he has let his beard grow; but I hope to be condemned to go
+to the same heaven into which this fellow hopes to smuggle himself, if
+I was mistaken. Pardon my somewhat strong expressions. Since scoundrels
+like this, our beloved in the Lord, adopt a sweet pastoral style, an
+honest man must wrap himself in his natural bluntness.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You've seen him? Lorinser? No, no!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I'm sure, Madame, that no other man has those mother of
+pearl,
+Lucifer-like eyes in his head. And besides, he seemed to recognize me,
+for he hastily cowered back into the corner of the droschky, but it was
+too late. Unfortunately I lost sight of him again. Perhaps, I thought,
+he's gone to his old customers once more; it's a Christian duty to
+forgive even such an imp of Satan, seventy times seven times. And after
+all, I said to myself, he's doubtless always behaved properly to the
+good Frau Valentin and not let the mask fall. I confess I half expected
+to find him here, when the servant said you had a visitor, that's why I
+rushed in so hastily.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Frau Valentin had sunk down upon the sofa and was gazing into
+vacancy
+with unconcealed horror. &quot;No,&quot; said she, &quot;we've done with each other.
+I'll take care, that even if he should have the effrontery to knock, my
+door will not be opened to him again. No man has ever more shamefully
+misused the holiest words and trampled the purest confidence underfoot.
+I'll not mention the sums of money, amounting to hundreds of thalers,
+he has talked out of me for charitable and religious objects, in order
+as I afterwards learned, to use them for himself and his dissolute
+life. But that he could do me the injury to corrupt an excellent young
+girl, to whom I gave employment in my own house--let's say no more
+about it, my dear sir. It always makes me so angry when I think of it,
+that I forget all the commands of charity and wish this fiend in the
+lowest depths of hell.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Hm!&quot; muttered Mohr between his teeth; &quot;money embezzled--an
+innocent
+young girl--very valuable material. Pardon me, Madame,&quot; he continued
+aloud, &quot;if I'm not yet inclined to cut short this interesting
+conversation. Perhaps you would have the kindness to tell me the name
+and residence of this unfortunate girl?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What interest can you have in it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A very Christian, or at least an honest one, honored lady.
+For when
+the arch-angel Gabriel--or was it Michael--drove the arch-fiend to the
+spot where he belonged, the lesson of forgiving seventy times seven
+times had not yet been invented. Suppose I had a fancy for playing
+arch-angel? Trust me without fear. I'll wager your poor protégé knows
+where this wolf in sheep's clothing has his den, and as I've all sorts
+of things to settle with him--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Do what you believe to be your duty. I'll not prevent you;
+that is,
+forestall God, who has perhaps chosen you for an instrument to
+execute his decrees. Here&quot;--and she tore a leaf out of her pocket
+book--&quot;here's the list of my seamstresses. The name through which a
+line is drawn is that of the unfortunate girl.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Like the black tablet in the doge's palace: <i>Marino Falier,
+decapitatus pro crimine</i>. Permit me to write down the number of the
+house. There--and now forgive this disagreeable visit, Madame. The
+messengers of the Council of Ten in Venice were notorious for their
+obligatory intrusiveness.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She took leave of him with a silent bend of the head; but as
+he was
+passing through the ante-room, she called him back to entreat him for
+God's sake to deal considerately with the poor girl, who had deserved a
+better fate. &quot;Have no fear,&quot; he replied. &quot;We children of the world are
+all sinners ourselves, and know how poor sinners feel.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Half an hour after, he knocked at the door of a garret in one
+of the
+most out of the way streets in Friedrichstadt. A man's voice called
+&quot;come in!&quot; Seated on a table in the deep recess of a window, to catch
+the last rays of light, was an odd little figure with his legs crossed
+under him, sewing busily on a woman's dress. At the mention of Fräulein
+Johanne's name the busy little man let his work fall, shook his head
+angrily, and exclaimed in his hoarse falsetto tone:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Can you read, sir, or not? Pray look at the sign on the door,
+and see
+if there's not an inscription on it in large letters: 'Wachtel, Ladies'
+dressmaker.' The person whom you seek did live here, but is now
+entirely to set up for four flights of stairs. Of course the fall is
+first down stairs from the garret to the ground floor; after a time
+they go still farther down: into the cellar, and then five feet under
+ground. Besides, it isn't my affair; ladies' tailors are not
+responsible for the first fall of man. Why! Well of course you know
+that yourself. Ha! ha!&quot; He laughed and took up his needle again.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Does the young lady live alone?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes and no, according to the way you understand it. 'I'm
+lonely but
+not alone'--as Schiller says. But try yourself, sir; I believe she's no
+longer as timid about having evening visitors, as she used to be when
+she worked for me; I work for her now, but I'm better paid at any rate.
+This sort, you must know--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Does a certain Herr Lorinser happen to be with her, a
+clerical-looking, pale man, with a black beard?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Can't say, sir. It's not my business to keep the register.
+Mam'selle
+Johanne will be glad to tell you what you want to know--her present
+admirer is a clerk, in a banking house, and can't get away till the
+counting house is closed. So if you want a private conversation--ha!
+ha!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mohr silently nodded a farewell and left the grinning little
+man. A
+feeling of repugnance overpowered him, which only increased, when on
+reaching the entry outside of the first floor rooms he heard a girl's
+voice singing one of Offenbach's favorite airs.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">His ring interrupted the song. Directly after, a slender young
+girl
+with singularly large sparkling eyes in her pale little face opened the
+door. &quot;Is it you, Edward?&quot; she exclaimed. Then perceiving her mistake,
+said without any special sign of embarrassment: &quot;What do you want,
+sir?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mohr looked at her a moment with an expression of sincere
+sympathy,
+which however formed so singular a contrast to his stern face, that the
+beautiful girl was alarmed and began to consider how to get rid of this
+mysterious man.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Don't be anxious, Fräulein,&quot; said he suspecting her thoughts,
+&quot;true,
+I'm not 'Edward,' but I come with the best intentions. If you would
+give me two minutes--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Please, sir, if it can be settled out here--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;As you choose. Be kind enough to answer but one question,
+whether you
+know the present residence of a certain Herr Lorinser--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A deep flush suddenly crimsoned her face, her eyes which had
+hitherto
+flickered with a strange restless light, now glowed with a sullen angry
+fire, and her hand trembled on the door. She was evidently obliged to
+reflect before she could reply.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why do you ask this question?&quot; she said in a low, hurried
+tone. &quot;But
+come in. Here in the public entry--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He followed her into the ante-room, and she closed the door
+behind
+them, but remained on the threshold and did not invite him to sit down.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Fräulein,&quot; he began, &quot;I have a personal matter to settle with
+this
+man. He vanished for some months and has now appeared again, and as no
+one can help me on the track--for I suppose he has not used his real
+name again in the city--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But why do you come to me? Who told you--?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Some one who means well toward you and deeply regrets all
+that has
+occurred.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I know whom you mean: Frau Valentin. Ha! ha!&quot; she exclaimed,
+with a
+sudden change of tone, &quot;so it is she! And she means well toward me! Why
+yes, as she understands it, so she does! When I went to her again and
+wanted to work--for I thought she would surely receive me, though old
+acquaintances would have nothing more to do with me--I was met with
+only a shrug of the shoulders and a stern face; she was very sorry, but
+she couldn't give her other seamstresses such an example--then a few
+thalers were pressed into my hand and a recommendation to some house of
+correction. First I wept--then laughed, as I always laugh now when I
+hear that these religious people mean well toward us. Go back again and
+tell her--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Pray, Fräulein,&quot; he interrupted, &quot;let's keep to the point.
+That wolf
+in the sheep's clothing of humility, that vender of souls, who treated
+you so shamefully--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I'll neither see nor hear anything of him!&quot; she exclaimed
+violently.
+&quot;I'd rather die, than be compelled to meet this man but for whom I--but
+pshaw, it's not worth while to get angry about it. I was a simple
+child, I believed everything I was told, now I no longer believe in
+anything, neither in heaven nor in hell, only in the little space here
+on earth, where I'll not allow my peace to be destroyed. Excuse me,
+sir, for receiving you so uncourteously but I'm not yet dressed and am
+going to Elysium--a concert and ball--we can't be young but once. If
+you want to know where the Herr Candidat lives--he no longer calls
+himself Lorinser, but has taken the name of Moser--there's his card, on
+which he wrote his address. He said his first visit was to me, that he
+still loved me and would prove it and provide for me. But as I said
+before, I'd rather jump out of the window than have anything more to do
+with the abominable scoundrel. Perhaps&quot;--and she lowered her voice a
+moment--&quot;perhaps there's some truth in the tales about the other world
+and the last judgment. But if I'm condemned, then I'll open my mouth
+and tell what I know; what I was, and what I have become, and through
+whom. Here, sir, here's the card, and now--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She opened the door, bowed with an easy grace, and took leave
+of Mohr,
+who fluent of speech as he usually was, remained silent from deep
+compassion for the poor lost girl.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER XIII.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">The clock struck seven as he left the dwelling, and night had
+closed
+in. The house whose number was written on the card, stood at the
+eastern end of the city, and he felt somewhat exhausted by the many
+excitements of the day. Yet he could not make up his mind to defer his
+visit until the morrow, and therefore threw himself into a droschky,
+and drove through the dark streets absorbed in thought.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At last he paused before a neat two story dwelling, and by the
+light of
+a lantern read the name of the owner under the night-bell, and above
+the word &quot;Rentier.&quot; In reply to his ring, a maid-servant appeared, and
+positively refused to admit him. Her master and mistress were just at
+prayers with the gentleman who rented the upper room, and she was not
+allowed to announce any one.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And you must not announce me either, my pet,&quot; Mohr calmly
+replied,
+pressing a thaler into her hand. &quot;I want to surprise them. I'm a very
+intimate friend of the Herr Candidat, and he'll be wonderfully
+delighted when he sees me enter so unexpectedly. When I've once found
+him, I'll let him continue his prayer without interruption.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The girl did not mark the tone of savage sarcasm, in which
+these words
+were uttered, but took it all for coin as good as the thaler she held
+in her hand. She lighted the generous visitor up to the second story
+and with a smile of secret understanding pointed to the door, through
+which a strange dull buzzing sound was heard.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mohr distinctly recognized the voice of the man whom he had
+pursued for
+months with unquenchable hate. The blood rushed to his head, and he
+needed several minutes delay to regain even the appearance of calmness.
+&quot;Go, my good child,&quot; said he. &quot;I need no farther help to find my way.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">After she had gone, he listened a few moments longer. Lorinser
+seemed
+to be reading aloud from some book of devotion, and at intervals came
+long drawn regular tones, like a person snoring. Mohr softly grasped
+the handle of the door and opened it so noiselessly, that he stood in
+the room for some time before those present perceived him. Lorinser sat
+on a wide sofa, the lower half of his face was shaded by a heavy black
+beard which made him almost unrecognizable, and his closely cropped
+hair was covered with a three cornered black velvet cap, which worn as
+it was far back upon the head exposed the high polished brow. Nestling
+beside him in very unequivocal proximity, sat a pretty young woman who
+seemed to be looking at the book also and eagerly following the words,
+while she held his hand firmly clasped in hers. An elderly man with a
+simple narrow-minded face was leaning back in a large arm-chair, and
+accompanied the reading with his peaceful snores. Mohr needed but one
+glance to understand the condition of affairs.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Don't let me disturb you,&quot; he said suddenly in the most
+courteous
+tone. &quot;I merely wish to say a few words in private to Herr Candidat
+Moser.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Lorinser started up, the young wife uttered a cry and let fall
+his
+hand, the sleeper rubbed his eyes in astonishment. For a moment it
+seemed as if all three had been petrified by the sudden appearance of
+the stranger. Mohr did not grudge himself the mischievous pleasure
+afforded by the scene, but quietly approached a step nearer and bowed
+to the mistress of the house.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Whom do you want here, sir?&quot; asked Lorinser, who had hastily
+regained: his composure. &quot;I've not the honor of your acquaintance.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So Peter said,&quot; replied Mohr dryly. &quot;But you, I hope, will
+remember me
+before the cock crows. Permit me to take a seat. Will you have the
+kindness to introduce me to the company, or shall I do it myself?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;This insolence goes too far,&quot; muttered Lorinser, who had
+grown deadly
+pale. &quot;Do you presume, sir, to force your way into a stranger's house
+and disturb the devotions of the family without apology?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I do, my worthy sir. The night will be long enough to
+continue that
+which, to my great regret, I've interrupted. I desire only a quarter of
+an hour of your precious time--and will not disturb you longer.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The young wife had turned away to conceal her embarrassment,
+and now
+glided out of the room. Her husband prepared to follow her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Stay,&quot; exclaimed Lorinser, still clinging to the mask of
+indignation.
+&quot;You must bear witness, my dear friend--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;As you choose, my good fellow,&quot; said Mohr with icy composure.
+&quot;It will
+be a favor to me if the gentleman will make a record of our treaty. To
+begin: in the first place--I've just come from Fräulein Johanne--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He looked Lorinser steadily in the eye, and the effect
+produced by this
+name was fully equal to his expectations. A short pause ensued, then
+Lorinser whispered something in the ear of his host, and the latter
+with a submissive bend of the head, left the room.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">They were scarcely alone, when Mohr drew his box of Latakia
+out of his
+pocket and began to make a cigarette. &quot;You'll permit me to smoke I
+hope,&quot; he said affably to his silent companion. &quot;The air here is
+abominably bad, the breath of heaven and hell mixed; I am afraid of the
+contagion and should like to disenfect myself.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Lorinser's eyes were fixed upon the floor. Not a muscle of his
+rigid
+face betrayed the feelings that were aroused by this visit. But when
+Mohr had lighted his cigarette, he said with a slight cough: &quot;I must
+beg you to be brief, I don't like this odor.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;As brief as possible, my dear fellow,&quot; answered Mohr
+phlegmatically.
+&quot;You'll give me credit for having troubled myself about you only for
+very serious motives, not merely from a desire to continue an
+acquaintance which is utterly uninteresting to me. The class of human
+beings to which you belong is, thank God, by no means numerous, but
+sufficiently well known for it to be a mere waste of time to study it.
+Goethe has described it admirably in Faust; you remember the passage
+where he speaks of a certain abortion. Even the manner of playing you
+represent, is not new. Zacharias Werner and others are your
+predecessors, so you've not even the merit of originality, but are
+simply a second-hand scoundrel.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I only wish to observe,&quot; began Lorinser without losing his
+composure,
+&quot;that we will suppose you to have poured forth all your invectives and
+come to the point at once. I'm accustomed to insults, and console
+myself by thinking, that far more holy men, nay our Saviour himself--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Beautiful!&quot; interrupted Mohr. &quot;But one good turn deserves
+another.
+I'll avoid every incivility except those which the mere business in
+hand may entail, and you'll promise me not to again desecrate in my
+presence a name so venerated as that of the founder of the Christian
+religion by uttering it with your lips. I confess my weakness; it makes
+me fairly sick, when I hear that a--how shall I express it--a poor
+sinner--that's not insulting--is playing a blasphemous farce in the
+name of that sublime sufferer and champion of humanity. So we're
+agreed? Very well. And now we'll proceed at once to business. Do you
+know this?&quot; He put his hand into his breast pocket; Lorinser
+involuntarily shrank back.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Calm yourself,&quot; said Mohr with a scornful laugh. &quot;I've no
+pistol in my
+pocket, to aim at your breast and force you to a full confession. I
+despise such melodramatic means, which moreover would undoubtedly fail
+if directed toward such a holy man, to whom a martyr's crown would be a
+fitting reward. What I've brought here, is only a little book, a neat
+pocket edition of Thomas á Kempis. Your name is written on the first
+page, I mean your real name, before you believed in a second baptism
+and exchanged the somewhat foul old Adam of your 'Lorinser' for a speck
+and span 'Moser.' Do you recognize the little book?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He held it out, and when the other had assented to the
+question with a
+silent bend of the head, laid it on the table. &quot;Thank you,&quot; he
+continued; &quot;you'll make this business easier for both of us, if you'll
+drop all unavailing and useless lies. I found this little book in a
+room in Dorotheenstrasse, from which on the day of your nocturnal
+visit, a lady in whom I'm interested, disappeared. I was fortunate
+enough to find her two nights after, and, as you're perhaps unaware,
+with dripping garments and in a very silent mood. We worked for five
+hours to obtain the smallest word. When she at last decided to open her
+eyes and lips, of course there was no mention of you. But the little
+Thomas à Kempis, probably in revenge for having been taken in paths
+where there can be no question of the 'Imitation of Christ,' committed
+the indiscretion of gossiping; the old maid-servant, who unlocked the
+room for you in the evening and saw you creep out again at a much later
+hour--you probably supposed you'd be seen only by God, who is already
+accustomed to close his eyes to your doings--this worthy person, I say,
+in reply to my questions, told me all and then suffered her mouth to be
+sealed forever. So there are only four persons who know this secret of
+that night. Three of them have good reasons to keep silence; but the
+fourth might in some devilish mood, against which we must be on our
+guard, or for some 'benevolent' or profligate object, tell the tale. To
+prevent this, my dear fellow, you'll say to that fourth person, that I
+am determined in such a case to stop his mouth forever, by shooting him
+down like a mad dog or finding some other way to silence him. You've
+understood me? A syllable, a wink, a shrug of the shoulders, which
+would impugn that lady's honor, and you'll receive a passport into the
+better world.&quot; He was silent, as if he expected some explicit answer.
+Lorinser had leaned his head back and was gazing at the ceiling. He
+coughed several times and passed his long, pliant fingers through his
+beard.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And is this all that has brought you to me?&quot; he asked after a
+pause.
+&quot;I hope you admire the patience, with which I listen to your
+disconnected fancies; but I beg you not to abuse it.&quot; Mohr looked at
+him with icy contempt.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You are a precious rascal,&quot; said he. &quot;Under other
+circumstances I
+should wonder at the iron mask Mother Nature has put in the place where
+other men wear their faces. But, as I said before, the atmosphere here
+is so unpleasant that I'll limit myself to the most necessary words. So
+in brief: do you know the present abode of the lady who is the subject
+of our conversation?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Have you determined never to inquire for her?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why should I, since I no longer have any relations with this
+lady?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No longer have any relations? You express yourself admirably.
+But are
+you also disposed to bind yourself, if by accident you ever meet her
+again, to leave the place and the city at once and avoid her for all
+future time?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A singular obligation. You expect me to subject myself to all
+the
+inconveniences--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I regret that I'm compelled to still further increase these
+obligations. You must also forever renounce the pleasure of seeing me
+with a solemn oath--although the peculiar relation in which you stand
+toward your God, considerably weakens the value such vows usually have
+between men of honor. However, I've means to compel you to keep your
+promise.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I should be glad to learn what they are.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;With pleasure, honored sir. Unfortunately, I'm unable to give
+you
+without ceremony the chastisement you deserve, as we crush a venomous
+reptile under foot. It would expose me to all sorts of unpleasantnesses,
+and as I still have duties toward my fellow men, I must avoid as long
+as possible the extreme measures which would bring me in conflict with
+the criminal courts. However, although vengeance is mine, saith the
+Lord,' I feel a repugnance to seeing a good for nothing fellow, like
+you, roaming about at large, and as the arm of civil justice is either
+too short or too clumsy to seize such clever criminals, I've resolved
+to set in motion against you a noiseless and silent <i>vehm-gericht</i>.
+Whenever I meet you in the future, I shall brand you without mercy--in
+what manner will depend upon the inspiration of the moment. But out
+of the world in which I live you must go!&quot; he exclaimed, suddenly
+raising his voice almost to a shout, as he rose and threw his cigarette
+away. &quot;Do you clearly understand me? I will not tolerate your presence,
+will persecute you until you no longer poison the air I breathe; perhaps
+the simplest way therefore, would be for you to decide without much
+hesitation to emigrate to America, and join the Mormons, a vocation for
+which you've all sorts of valuable qualifications, in case you don't
+prefer Cayenne, a region in which home missions still have a fine field.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A pause ensued. The two mortal enemies looked each other
+steadily in
+the face.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And if,&quot; said Lorinser at last, &quot;instead of taking advantage
+of all
+these benevolent counsels, I prefer to inform the police to-morrow
+morning, that a madman broke into my house with threats and attempts at
+intimidation, and request protection against this violence? Certain
+private affairs, over which you seem to have excellent reasons for
+drawing a veil, would probably not withhold me from procuring myself
+peace at any price.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;At <i>any</i> price? That might perhaps be somewhat costly for
+you. Or
+would you like, in answer to this notice, a complaint to be entered by
+an honored patroness--on account of the embezzlement of money entrusted
+to you for the poor?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Embezzlement!&quot; exclaimed Lorinser, starting up. For the first
+time
+during the whole conversation the iron mask fell, and his real face
+appeared, disfigured by the most violent distortions.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Embezzlement?&quot; he repeated. &quot;What ridiculous words you use;
+they serve
+to show how far you are from understanding a nature like mine! Or no:
+you're probably well aware whom you have before you, one of the elect,
+who pass through life enwrapped by the atmosphere of the supernatural,
+and do not think themselves compelled to keep always in the straight
+roads made for sober children of the world. What is money to us? A
+wretched, despicable necessity, as worthless as the other conditions of
+this poor clay! He who never rises from the dust, may allow himself to
+be a slave, watch pennies and reckon shillings. But should he who
+offers the poor treasures with full hands, those treasures which
+neither morth nor rust corrupt, opens heaven to them, and raises them
+out of all anxiety and trouble into the fulness of eternal life,
+scruple to receive from them what the lowest and basest human beings
+can give each other, coined metal or stamped paper, and haggle over his
+daily bread by mouthfuls with those who must forever remain his
+debtors? Would you come to such a man with accusations about careless
+bookkeeping, which to be sure to the petty souls in this world of trade
+seems to be the only sin against <i>their</i> holy spirit?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Bravo!&quot; replied Mohr dryly. &quot;You've memorized your part well
+and
+delivered your little speech bravely. But it can't produce an effect on
+every audience. These magnificent views of the work and money, which
+you share with all interpreters of dreams, alchymists, and false
+profits, from Mohammed down to our own times; this artless pilfering of
+enthusiastic innocence, which in its blindness so eagerly seizes the
+most glittering baits, may suit those who cling to you and find their
+interest in being preyed upon by you. <i>Volenti non fit injuria</i>--you've
+probably learned so much <i>Jus</i>. But the good Frau Valentin, who is not
+in love with you, does not stand on the same theological soil, or
+desire to purchase any religious enlightenment for hard cash, looks at
+the matter from the standpoint of common plebeian honesty. I think
+you've some idea of what people call honesty and good faith. The
+excellent soul, in her narrow mindedness, holds fast to these and
+thinks that he to whom she has given money for her poor, is a miserable
+cheat, when he uses these funds to defray his own expenses and pays for
+oysters and Rhine wine to the honor of God.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're a devil!&quot; muttered Lorinser grinding his teeth.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I never considered myself an angel,&quot; replied Mohr, still in
+the
+calmest possible tone. &quot;But at least I hope to be no stupid devil.
+You've seen,&quot; he continued, as he again opened his tobacco box, &quot;I'm
+tolerably skillful in the art of rolling cigarettes. If the one now in
+process of being made, is completed before you've given your consent to
+my very reasonable compromise, I shall go straight from this sacred
+place to the profane dwelling of a magistrate with whom I'm very well
+acquainted. You don't smoke yourself? A pity! It's often very useful to
+aid one in keeping cool. Blücher smoked in every battle.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A suppressed snort of fury came from the dark end of the
+apartment,
+whither the other had retired. Suddenly he rushed to the door and flung
+it wide open. &quot;Leave this room!&quot; he shouted in so loud a tone, that
+any listeners outside could not fail to hear it. &quot;That we never meet
+again shall be my care.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Thank you,&quot; replied Mohr, putting on his hat. &quot;The cigarette
+is just
+finished. I knew we should come to an understanding. <i>Intelligenti
+panca.</i> You're too polite; you need not so courteously open the door
+for me. I know the rule of all ghosts and spirits, that they must go
+out the same way they came in. There! And now success to you
+devoutness.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Without vouchsafing another glance to his conquered foe, he
+walked
+passed him with the calmest possible expression of countenance, while
+Lorinser, trembling from head to foot with passion, stood beside the
+door with clenched lists and slammed it violently behind his enemy.
+When Mohr was going down stairs, he fancied he heard a low groan of
+fury, such as might be uttered by a wild beast that has fallen into a
+pit. An expression of bitter loathing passed over his stern face, and
+his underlip curled with scorn. When he again stood in the cold dark
+street, he paused, drew a long breath, extended his muscular arms as if
+to throw off an unendurable burden, and for a moment closed his eyes.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Where shall I go now?&quot; escaped his lips. &quot;Wither turn to
+regain what
+is lost? No, not lost forever! If I'm forced to search the earth to its
+remotest confines I shall find her, I must, I <i>will</i> find her. Poor,
+poor woman! I will give you peace, so far as is possible for men to
+know peace against devils!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He walked on a few steps, absorbed in deep thought, then
+paused
+suddenly and passed his hand across his brow. &quot;Good Heavens! I had
+nearly forgotten it while occupied with all this baseness; Edwin and
+Leah receive their friends to-night! I'll go there. I must see some
+good people, to restore my faith in humanity.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And whistling the adagio from the symphony in C. minor--his
+invariable
+remedy when he wanted to drive a bitter taste from his tongue--he
+turned toward the zaunkönig's little house.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>BOOK V.</h2>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER I.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">At the moment when after a lapse of four years we resume the
+thread of
+our story, we find Edwin sitting at the open window of a hotel, attired
+in a costume very similar to the one which he wore when we made his
+acquaintance on a certain moonlight night. Again he wears an
+unpretending grey summer suit, with a black tie fastened loosely around
+his neck, and a straw hat, which, despite the changing fashions, is in
+shape nearly identical to one worn long before, lies on the table,
+adorned with a fresh bouquet of heather blossoms. Even his features
+show no trace of the four years that have passed; indeed he might now
+be taken for a younger man, his cheeks are slightly bronzed by the air
+and sun, the line between the brows has disappeared, the restless
+glance has vanished. He has just completed a long letter, and now lays
+down the pen to feast his eyes a moment on the forest clad heights,
+which, rise behind the trim little city. The time is twilight of a warm
+summer evening; the air, as usual after the crimson light of sunset has
+faded, is full of tremulous, translucent brightness; a silver grey sky
+which merges into white, and relieves the eyes by forming a background
+to the masses of tree tops and the mountain ridges upon whose crest is
+uplifted the lofty tower of the old church, like a black silhouette
+against a sheet of silver paper. In the foreground a few faint local
+colors and hundreds of individual details fill out the picture. The
+railway station only separated from the hotel by the wide street,
+swarms with people; but it is Sunday and as if in deference to the day
+there is no noisy bustle, no goods loaded and unloaded, and only
+persons traveling for pleasure seem to be waiting for the next train,
+which is to leave in an hour.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Meantime it rapidly grew dark. Edwin is compelled to move
+nearer the
+window, in order to read, and we, as old friends, may be permitted to
+look over his shoulder and see what he has written to his Leah.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My Beloved Wife:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>I have been here just two hours, during which time I have
+slept as
+soundly as I ever did at midnight. It was a foolish whim of mine, the
+desire to reach this place to-day; for to do so I was compelled to walk
+in the heat of the noonday sun. I might have known Mohr would not tear
+himself away from his home one instant before the term began, and of
+course I have not found him here and may be obliged to wait several
+days. However, his dilatoriness has procured me the pleasure of
+strolling through this mountain region by moonlight, which I have done
+for the last four stages of my journey. Dearest, it was unspeakably
+delightful, to leave at moon-rise the hot rooms where I had spent the
+day and then walk through the silent woods, which grew cooler and
+cooler, until when the moon was about to set I reached some cosy nest
+which was ready to receive me. To be sure he who wants to write a
+hand-book of travel, must manage differently; the moon is the poet that
+transfigures all things, but it is after the style of Eichendorff, who
+with his rustling tree tops, flashing streams, and distant baying of
+dogs always conjures up the same dreamy mood; so that at last it makes
+no difference where we wander, whether in Italy or the Thuringian
+forest. For me, who only wanted to thoroughly shake off the school dust
+and forget everything that could remind me of the agreement of
+triangles and the theory of parallelograms, this twilight mood was
+exactly the right one, in which all forms blend together and I as it
+were returned with a living body into the Infinite. 'Give my soul full
+freedom'--how often I've repeated the words! How often I've thought of
+and pitied you, because, as a woman, you can never enjoy the strange,
+sweet wondrous delight, which I inhaled in full draughts with the night
+breeze. The spell can only work in perfect solitude. The ear must hear
+but one footstep, when the night reveals its secrets and there rises
+that wierd vibrating hum, a noise like that our earth might make,
+moving through the grooves of space. It is like a fairy dream, dearest,
+to look up to the stars and become absorbed in the measureless silent
+enigmas; the countless 'burning questions,' which nevertheless burn
+only the souls of dreamers and night wanderers. And amid the depression
+caused by the loneliness of the world it was a grand feeling of triumph
+the consciousness of loving and being loved, that though fallen in the
+deepest abysses we are never really given over solitary and hopeless,
+to the spectres of night, since we can raise above us a shield our
+pure, honest purpose, our strength and love of good, and feel ourselves
+allied to all our struggling brothers, and throughout all this journey
+you were always by my side, beloved, and on the other walked our
+Balder, often in such bodily presence, that I actually saw your eyes
+sparkle, and thought I distinctly heard your voice as it sounds when
+you steal behind me and whisper in my ear: 'do I disturb you?'</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>As I said before, I deprived myself of all this, when the
+fancy
+seized me to come hither in the day time. Now in order to assure myself
+of your presence, I must take up my pen which will not lend wings to my
+thoughts, after my hot walk in the dog days. But if I keep silence
+longer, I fear you may take some jealous fancy and imagine Frau
+Christiane to be the cause, and that, instead of the moonlight, in
+which I stagger intoxicated with the beauty of nature, perhaps the
+moonlight sonata, which to be sure I have recently heard with fresh
+delight, has gone to my head. No, dear Wisdom, on this point you can be
+as much at ease as you were four years ago; nay, more so, for even your
+old and at that time not wholly to be rejected hypothesis, that your
+dear husband's extreme loneliness had made a fatal impression upon the
+unoccupied mind of our artist, has proved, on a nearer inspection of
+the facts and circumstances, entirely untenable. You must erase this
+conquest from the list of my victories, which thereby is considerably
+diminished. That we heard nothing of our friends for years, that
+they did not even inform us of their marriage and only remembered
+the old friendship a short time ago, arose from entirely different
+reasons--concerning which I have promised to keep silence, even to you,
+although to do so will be difficult enough. I have so accustomed myself
+to sharing everything with you, not keeping in my mind and heart even
+the smallest 'arrière-boutique,' as Montaigne calls it, closed to you,
+that I should have preferred not to learn, the strange circumstances
+through which these two people have found each other, at the cost of
+being compelled to conceal them from you, my beloved keeper of the
+Great Seal, especially as I know that this time, too, we should have
+agreed in our judgment and feelings.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Oh! dearest! the hour in which our old friend broke at last
+the seal
+of the dark secret he had kept so long, because he could not endure
+that there should be a mystery between us, the way in which he told the
+unspeakable secret, how he conquered hopeless despair by his deep,
+earnest love--never, never will the smallest syllable of this
+confession vanish from my memory. How these two mortals have battled
+for their happiness, nay how bravely they must still daily defend
+themselves against the ghosts of the past! Never have I heard a more
+touching story than the account of his ceaseless quest of the lost one,
+after he had at last found her in the most sequestered corner of the
+world, his unwearied persistency, which nothing could rebuff, to make
+her again accustomed to the light of day, the vital warmth of her
+profession and his faithful love. For the first time I have learned to
+thoroughly know this strange man, and understand how he was able to
+accomplish the tremendous task of saving for the second time, this
+apparently lost life. How much I should like to show you my old friend,
+as I know him, one of the best, noblest, and most unselfish heroes, I
+have ever met. For do not suppose that, blinded by his passion, without
+a struggle and only keeping the object of possessing her before his
+eyes--but enough, I'm on the way to say more than I am permitted to
+utter. Let this hint be sufficient for you, dear heart, and promise me
+never to allude to it again, nor even, if it's possible, to strive to
+discover what is concealed behind it. Have I not myself given you a
+beautiful example of how we can stifle even the most lawful curiosity,
+by not even inquiring what motives you could have for not accompanying
+me on this vacation's journey, and refraining at your request from all
+meditations upon whether the point in question was a grand cleaning
+festival, a new carpet in our study, or some other unsuspected and
+thoughtful expenditure of the traveling expenses you have saved?</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>But to return to Mohr and his young happiness, I would never
+have
+believed it possible that he could have changed so much for the better,
+as during the last few years.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>He was waiting for me at the railway station, holding in his
+arms a
+little boy about three years old, who smiled brightly at me with his
+wise black eyes. Not until we were out of the crowd and the child could
+be placed without danger on his own feet, did his father have his arms
+at liberty to embrace me. Then we walked slowly and silently along the
+road that led toward the little city, Mohr kept his eyes steadily fixed
+upon his boy, and only now and then cast a side glance at me, as if he
+wanted to ask if I had ever seen such a child. 'You must know,' he said
+at last, 'he has no other nurse than I, and he will not feel the lack.
+At first Christiane did not believe I had the necessary qualifications
+for his attendant, and also thought I should probably have something
+better to do. But now she has discovered that this is my real vocation.
+We must take ourselves as we are. Your old friend, Heinrich Mohr, who
+used to imagine that he was something in himself, something out of the
+common order, a poet, a musician--the devil knows what--has now come to
+the knowledge, that he's only a transition point, an intermediate step
+between the Mohrs who were still more insignificant and commonplace,
+and this little Mohr, who will be greater than all of us, the head and
+flower of the whole stock. What in me was only impulse, desire,
+presentiment and desperation, will in him become fulfillment. You
+laugh, my dear fellow</i>, '(<i>I was not laughing at all</i>)' <i>but first you
+must learn to know him. To be sure he doesn't inherit from his papa
+alone; his best qualities may have descended to him from his mother:
+her strong will, to risk all for all. The elements of a great artist
+perhaps exist in me too; but criticism, conceit and suspicion kept them
+forever apart. Well, it is no disgrace to bow to a law of nature.
+Raphael's father was a miserable dauber, the elder Mozart played his
+part in the orchestra very badly, and Beethoven's papa too, was by no
+means a shining light. It's very possible that it was uncomfortable
+enough for these worthy men to produce nothing remarkable, till they
+perceived that they had the honor of being transition points, only the
+retorts as it were, in which nature brewed the elixir of life, which
+under the name of their sons were to rejuvenate and bless the world?</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>While saying these words, he gazed at the little boy who was
+trotting
+along very quietly beside the gutter, eating a cake, with a look
+through whose tenderness gleamed a shade of respect, which would have
+been laughable, if it were not so touching to see it in our old
+friend.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;'<i>What's his talent?' I asked at last.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>'We're not yet clear about it,' he answered gravely. 'Like
+every
+unusually gifted person he has more than one eminent talent, and we
+allow them all to develop together. His memory and his musical ear are
+wonderful. Besides, he has a power of language of which many a boy of
+six need not be ashamed, and his perception of form and color is beyond
+all belief. You think me one of those fathers who are crazed by blind
+partiality; I can't blame you for it, nor will I attack your unbelief
+with a succession of tricks to display his genius; we take care not to
+spoil so delicate and rich a nature by training it for a prodigy. As
+you see him there, eating his cake and bounding merrily about in the
+sunlight, we leave him entirely to himself, and my whole method of
+education consists in not telling or teaching him anything, until he
+asks for information. In ten years, we'll talk about him again.'</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>'And Christiane?' I asked.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>'You'll not recognize her,' he said laughing softly, like a
+person
+already rejoicing in another's anticipated astonishment. 'I know you've
+never understood why, from our first meeting, I didn't think her
+homely; you laughed at me when I said her face was only clouded by
+sorrow and calamity, and that when this dark varnish was removed a
+pleasing picture would appear. Well, &quot;who laughs last laughs best.&quot;
+You'll see her and judge for yourself, whether the process of
+regeneration has not been thoroughly completed in her. It's no wonder
+either; for how she is appreciated, loved, honored! I may say the whole
+musical life of our city revolves around her. You've come just at the
+right time; the Cecilia Society she organized, gives an open air
+concert to-night; first &quot;Winter and Spring&quot; from the &quot;Seasons&quot; then a
+time for chat followed by some of Mendelssohn's quartettes. I make
+myself useful in my way, by playing accompaniments, distributing the
+parts, and often growling a little in baritone. With us, the women's
+voices are the best, Christiane's method of instruction has already
+produced its effect upon them. But we need tenors and basses.
+Addressing the participants at athletic sports, shooting matches, and
+workmen's picnics, ruins the voice; everybody thinks he shows his
+patriotism by shouting, and then can't control his tones when they are
+required for more delicate use. Well, we must put up with the shadows
+too. We're living in a provincial town.'</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>All this was said with such a radiant face that I saw he
+would not
+have exchanged places with any band leader in Vienna or Berlin. I now
+noticed that the trick which was so peculiar to him, drawing his under
+lip awry and showing his white upper teeth, had entirely disappeared.
+He could laugh with his mouth wide open like a child.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>But the author of the comedy 'I am, I, and rely on myself'
+was still
+so much like himself, that he didn't ask a question about how I had
+fared, how my wife looks, and how our little city suits us. But this
+omission was most amply compensated for by Frau Christiane, who met us
+just outside the city, a few paces from her charming little house,
+which is situated among gardens and meadows just beyond the gate. After
+the first embarrassment always engendered by seeing old faces again,
+she seemed perfectly at ease, her first question was about you, then I
+was obliged to tell her about father and his marriage with Frau
+Valentin, and next of our neighbor Franzelius and his little wife, and
+so we were soon perfectly comfortable. My attention was attracted by
+her quiet, gentle manner, which had a shade of suppressed humility,
+especially when she turned toward her husband, for whose slightest
+gesture she seemed to be on the alert. Only when the conversation
+turned upon art, especially in the domain of music, the old harsh
+strength of our strange friend flashed out like fire beneath ashes.
+Meantime Mohr had brought a bottle of wine into the pretty honeysuckle
+covered arbor of their little garden, and now smoking a cigar, sat at
+the table, while his eyes constantly wandered from his wife to the
+little boy playing near. 'Did I say too much?' he asked triumphantly,
+when she was at last called away to give a singing lesson to the
+Burgermaster's daughter; I was not obliged to use any special
+self-constraint, not to disturb my old friend in his happy illusions;
+for the sunlight of happiness although it could not transform our shade
+loving plant into a blooming rose, has brightened the stern, gloomy
+face so much, that no one will ever fear it; often at one of her
+husband's droll ideas, or when the child came bounding up to her with a
+question, so sweet a smile flitted over her mouth, that one almost
+forgot her mustache. Her eyes were noticeable enough in old times and
+happiness has given them a soft, soul-full light. She dresses, so far
+as I understand such matters, by no means in a rustic fashion, but in
+extremely modest colors, and without any ornaments. That the people
+value her highly and know how to prize her talents, I had ample
+opportunity to notice in the evening at the concert, which all the city
+attended.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Much might be told of this concert, but I was most glad to
+see how
+Mohr had altered; his satirical vein was entirely lacking, I'm still
+too weary from to-day's walk for a minute description, so I must
+reserve this genre picture for a vérbal report, I'll only mention one
+episode, which shows the tender relations in which our friends stand
+toward each other. While Father Hayden was being played, in which
+Christiane did herself great credit, Mohr sat on a bench in the garden,
+with the boy beside him, who, after a liberal supply of fruit and bread
+and butter listened very quietly. It had grown tolerably late, and in
+the pause before the quartette began, the 'sand man' appeared. As the
+maid-servant was no where to be seen, Papa Mohr took the child in his
+arms and carried it home, where he stayed until he had put it to bed
+and given it into the charge of the negligent servant. When he again
+entered the garden, to enjoy the remainder of the programme, he stood
+still in astonishment and could scarcely believe his ears. Was that
+Mendelssohn? No. But what was it? It seemed so familiar--and yet--it
+could not be what he thought. Yet what else could it be? Yes, it was a
+quartette which he had himself composed years ago and locked up in a
+large box with other unsuccessful attempts, including the 'Sinfonia
+Ironica.' And now he heard it sung before the whole audience, and sung
+so well, that its conclusion was hailed with frantic applause and
+shouts of 'Da Capo,' although it had only appeared as a modest
+supplement to Hayden and Mendelssohn. Who would have suspected Frau
+Christiane to be capable of such a trick? And especially that, in reply
+to the numerous questions about the composer, she would be bold enough
+to name her own husband! But the applause now burst forth like a storm,
+and I could see how popular our old ci-devant mocker and man-hater was,
+among his fellow citizens. It was most charming of all, to see him
+approaching his wife, publicly embrace her and then scold her for
+having betrayed his youthful errors, while she took advantage of the
+successful stratagem to tell him what talents he really possessed, and
+what she had always admired and valued in him.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>This last however occurred when I was alone with them, for
+when the
+concert was over we had an after piece in the honey-suckle arbor. How
+we wished you were with us, my dear little wife! The surprise that
+awaits me at home, must be something very charming, if it's to
+compensate for your absence that evening--</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>I remained with them all the next day, and during this long
+time
+never once heard our friend utter the word 'envy,' in which he once so
+luxuriated. Balder was right, when, he said Mohr's envy was only a
+mutilated love. Since he has known the beautiful, healthful feeling in
+its full development, he has dropped his philosophy of envy, for the
+foreign element which still remained in his ennobled envy--that he did
+not feel the goodness, beauty, and lovableness in others to be
+his--disappeared as a matter of course, when he would have had to envy
+flesh of his flesh and bone of his bone, in a dear child.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>They did not want to let me go so soon. But as the room they
+gave me
+faced the south, it was so unendurably hot at night that I woke in the
+morning with a dull headache, so I honestly and obstinately insisted
+that they should put themselves to no farther trouble, but let me go to
+the hotel. To this they objected, because such a change of quarters
+would excite so much comment in the little city, so we at last adopted
+the middle course, that I should walk through the mountains a few days
+alone and meet Heinrich here. He, too, has been ordered by his
+physician to take more exercise, but could never make up his mind to
+part from his boy, and even now I'm not quite sure of his keeping his
+promise. I shall wait for him until to-morrow evening; but I almost
+fear a letter will come instead, in which he will declare nocturnal
+pedestrian excursions with an old friend to be incompatible with the
+duties of a nurse.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>I'll now close this letter, dearest. It's just the hour when
+I like
+best to wander alone through a strange town. Evening has closed in, but
+the inhabitants, to save oil and candles, prefer to sit outside the
+doors a little longer and watch the last rays of light as they fade
+away. The school children, too, their tasks all completed, play merrily
+in the open air, while the mother brings the youngest, clad in its
+night gown, out to the father who is sitting on a bench; taking the
+little thing in his lap he shows it the moon, the high church tower,
+and the stork's nest on the town hall, delighted to see it listen and
+open its eyes. Some day this gazing wondering child will become a
+stern, practical man, eager in the race for gold, thinking little of
+fairy tales, except on Sunday mornings, when they will perhaps
+sometimes recur to his memory. But I believe that many will carry a
+breath of childhood into old age, and this is far more likely to be the
+case in villages than in large towns away from the accustomed
+surroundings and amid strange scenes. I've often noticed how, as one's
+memory of home grows fainter, we become more contented in strange
+places and in a frequent change of abode. For one is oftentimes
+completely overwhelmed by the mystery of existence, as, on a summer
+evening we look with earnestness into the blue ether and find our gaze
+rivited by the first twinkle of a star; in our absorption we may become
+almost incredulous as to the existence of our own homes. And sometimes
+when far away from those who are dear to us, though still surrounded by
+a human crowd, one feels that there is no tie to bind him to any place
+but that where at evening the fire is kindled upon his own hearthstone,
+and where, after the labors and toils of the day, he can rest in the
+sacred atmosphere of peace and perfect love. I'm often obliged to pause
+and draw back when I pass a bright window, behind which a group of
+people are sitting around a smoking dish, lest I should enter unbidden,
+and say: 'Good evening! Don't you know me? I'm your brother!'--Oh!
+dearest, those are poor fools, who say to themselves and others, 'we
+are strangers in the world.' Have we sprung from the lap of our mother
+earth and been nourished with her milk, and has our father, the sun,
+given light to our eyes and awakened our senses, only that we may
+wander about all our lives homeless waifs, with our heart-hunger
+unappeased? Only an idle, selfish, and perverse soul can turn
+reluctantly or arrogantly away from the pleasant place where it should
+live and labor, and which helpful toil should make so dear. And such
+hopeless people think, when the piece they perform becomes stupid and
+tiresome, and is hissed, that it is the fault of the scenes! To such
+should be said: 'Do your duty, play your part well, and these boards,
+which are your world, will not burn so quickly beneath your feet that
+when the need comes you cannot escape.'</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>But whither am I wandering? Good night, my wife, dearest of
+human
+souls. When Mohr comes, I'll you where we decide to go. I hope to be
+able to persuade him that he owes you a visit. Believe me, if I were
+not ashamed to turn back so soon, I should be with you again to-morrow,
+or rather, as I do not see why I need be ashamed to find life dull and
+unprofitable without you--if to-morrow a letter arrives, instead of my
+friend, our doctor will shake his head in vain; for nothing shall
+prevent me from clasping you in my arms the following day.</i></p>
+
+<p class="right">&quot;Edwin.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Remember me to our neighbors, Frau Reginchen's ears must
+have burned
+of late; I have been obliged to answer so many questions about her and
+her little ones.</i>&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER II.</h2>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin had just finished the letter and risen from his seat, to
+take it
+himself to the post office, when there was a knock at his door; a
+familiar knock, but one which he had not heard for years.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Before he had time to say &quot;come in,&quot; the door opened, and in
+the dark
+passage appeared a round head with thin fair hair and a pair of gold
+spectacles. A portly, but active figure hastily entered. &quot;It's he!&quot;
+exclaimed the friends in a breath, and the next instant Marquard and
+Edwin were clasped in each others arms.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Wonder of wonders!&quot; cried Edwin, as he drew his friend nearer
+the
+window. &quot;Have you taken up the study of animal magnetism, that you
+discover me here? True, you were always a sort of repertory for all
+valuable knowledge, but as I don't know a soul in this place, haven't
+been outside these four walls, or even written my name in the visitors'
+book--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The mystery will be solved in due time,&quot; interrupted Marquard
+with a
+grave face. &quot;Come, let's sit down on this very thin couch and permit me
+to light one of my own cigars. I'm afraid I am not idealist enough, to
+find yours endurable. And now let's see and hear what these four years
+have made of you. You've not gained in flesh. Such a teacher of
+mathematics ought occasionally to pass beyond the rudiments of straight
+lines and angles. I, as you see, am approaching aldermanic proportions,
+and as Adeline is like-wise comfortably enlarging her natural
+boundaries, a consequence of our happy domestic life and the
+undisturbed harmony of souls--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Have you married her at last?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Not exactly according to form, but in point of fact it
+amounts to
+nearly the same thing. We've resolved never to part, unless it should
+seem advisable. Isn't the legitimate civil marriage merely a contract
+so long as the parties are suited, and doesn't Schiller say, 'beauty is
+freedom in necessity?' Well, that beauty exists in our alliance. We're
+both free but each finds it necessary to be with the other. The good
+creature has retired from the stage and adorns my loneliness with her
+housekeeping talents, besides secretly helping me in a scientific
+work.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So the nightingale has also a talent for medicine?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Only the practical part of it. We're writing a cook book
+together, or
+rather a book on the art of eating. Brillat-Savarin is classical, it is
+true, but only a child of his time.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And will yours allow you to devote yourself to such grave
+studies in
+another department? Certainly the words: 'How difficult it is even to
+attain the means by which we ascend to the source of things!' do not
+apply to you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Of course not; but just because, as a favorite women's doctor
+and
+happening to be first in this specialty, my time is very much occupied;
+I should not be able to finish the difficult task without the
+assistance of a co-worker so tasteful as Adeline. Well, you'll come and
+see us, it's high time. We'll take you into our laboratory, and you
+must bear witness--but first of all, what brought you here without your
+dear better-half?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Happy fellow,&quot; laughed Edwin, &quot;who doesn't suspect what
+summer
+vacations mean to a poor pedagogue! Hitherto, I've always spent them in
+traveling with Leah, but this time mysterious and higher considerations
+forced me--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Must I congratulate you, my old friend? No shame-faced
+evasions with
+your physician! You'll make an excellent papa. It's a pity,&quot; he added
+in an undertone, &quot;that uncle Balder is no longer here to see it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin shook his head. &quot;I fear the point in question does not
+concern
+such important matters,&quot; said he, &quot;or I should probably be admitted
+into the secret. To be sure, it might be possible; for who can
+thoroughly understand a woman! For instance, would you believe that
+this affectionate daughter, who when she left the hut on the lagune
+shed bitter tears because her father would be there alone, can't yet
+make up her mind to visit him, simply because he did the wisest thing
+he could, under the circumstances, and married his old friend, Frau
+Valentin?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So that's true!&quot; exclaimed Marquard. &quot;Adeline thought she had
+read it
+in the newspaper, but afterwards we could not find the sheet to make
+sure of the names, and of course they didn't send cards to us. Well, I
+believe they'll live as happily as two doves, content with their God,
+and good works will now flourish in partnership. But what does our Leah
+see to condemn in such a match, which was certainly made in heaven and
+which moreover is such a sensible arrangement; for where could the
+lonely old man find a better refuge, now that a huge tenement house has
+been built on the site of his Venetian palace, than under the
+protecting wings of his excellent old sweetheart?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That's just it,&quot; replied Edwin, &quot;that touched a spot in his
+daughter's
+heart and she will hear no reasoning upon it. If the point in question
+had simply concerned a new mode of life, in which other considerations
+than her father's comfort had turned the scale, no one would have been
+more glad, than my good wife. But papa zaunkönig informed her of his
+decision in a letter which was certainly strange enough. The parts were
+exactly exchanged; the father addressed the daughter in the tone a good
+son or younger brother would use in informing a highly respected mother
+or sister of a marriage of which she would probably disapprove, but
+which, as an accomplished fact, must be accepted with the best
+grace possible. He knew his child; he knew that she watched with a
+deep-rooted jealousy, to see that her dead mother's image was not
+supplanted. Her passionate love would not have rebelled against what is
+termed a sensible marriage with anyone except his old love; but
+throughout the letter, it was perfectly evident that a late blossom of
+their youthful love had unfolded, a joyous midsummer warmth had
+awakened in these two by no means aged souls, and that both the
+worthy people felt all the timidity and embarrassment of a real love.
+Frau Valentin's letter was also constrained, and in spite of their
+excuse--they had perceived it was God's will, and had yielded to his
+decree--it was easy to see that they had submitted with heartfelt joy
+to this same higher will. This did not escape the penetration of my
+little philosopher, and never was any letter of hers so tart as the
+reply to this news. Nay, although during the two years which have since
+elapsed, thanks to the truly Christian feeling that pervades the
+marriage, the daughter's feelings toward her new mother have softened
+and she has become almost reconciled--she still refuses to see her
+father in his new relations--! And yet there are people, who attempt to
+deny that women have their peculiar ethics!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Both were silent for a time. It had grown perfectly dark, only
+the gold
+frames of the spectacles sometimes glittered, when the lighted cigar
+came near them. Suddenly Marquard said:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Will you answer me a question, my lad. An indiscreet one, but
+I have
+my reasons for it--are you happy?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I don't think that question at all indiscreet when propounded
+by a
+friend,&quot; replied Edwin quietly. &quot;But to answer it conscientiously, we
+must first understand what you mean by happiness. In the ordinary
+sense, of no wish remaining unfulfilled, and the absence of all
+oppressing care, I know only one happy couple amongst our acquaintance:
+our worthy tribune of the people and his little wife. Papa Feyertag
+has, as you know, opened his pocket so generously, that Franzel, who
+insisted upon moving to L. with me, was able to establish a very fine
+printing office. We have only to turn the corner to reach their house,
+and I needn't assure you that we're very neighborly. One can't find
+anything prettier than this little rosy, fair-haired mother, with her
+three red cheeked children--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Three? The marriage was only--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There's a pair of twins, now just two years old, exactly like
+their
+papa and already recognizable at a long distance as young tribunes of
+the people by their powerful voices. You ought to see our Franzel carry
+the little mob about, one on each arm and the third pick-a-pack, his
+bronzed face and the white teeth under his bushy beard fairly radiant
+with fatherly pride; and Frau Reginchen, when he's romped enough,
+pushes his shaggy hair back from his forehead and scolds him for making
+the boys still wilder than they are by nature, her eyes meantime
+sparkling with delight, I'm sure they never held conflicting opinions
+for half an hour; she can twist him around her little finger now as
+well as during their betrothal, in everything concerning household
+affairs, and too, she's clever enough not to meddle with things she
+does not understand--his business and theories for reforming the world.
+He's still strong in them, but we've silently agreed not to argue
+social questions, and what he does practically is very thorough. His
+care for his workmen is really exemplary, they all have a certain share
+of the profits--it's a sort of joint stock company, in which the
+individual stockholders give labor instead of money, a system, which
+depends solely upon the good will of the capitalist, and will be
+imitated only when all manufacturers become philanthropists like our
+Franzel. But here all have their share of the profits, and it's
+pleasant to see how they all cling to him from the foreman down to the
+youngest errand boy, idolize Frau Reginchen, and spoil the black-haired
+boys and little girl. And moreover the cobbler's daughter, whose father
+didn't trouble her with two many arts and sciences, has become a very
+clever little woman, who plays no bad part in the discussion of every
+day authors, provided the conversation doesn't go above Schiller. At
+least so Leah says; she still stands in as much awe of me as if I were
+the Holy Ghost incarnate, and avoids all literary topics in my
+presence. Nevertheless we're on very pleasant terms with each other;
+she calls me her God-father and I call her Frau God-mother; you ought
+to come and see our quiet life--although you could gather no new ideas
+for your gastronomical work.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I am coming,&quot; said Marquard, &quot;I certainly will! You've roused
+my
+appetite, I can tell you. But we've wandered a long distance from the
+main topic.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Whether or not I am happy? You know it doesn't take much to
+satisfy an
+idealist. The world is what we make it, and I've good reasons to be
+very well satisfied with it. I've no occasion to be anxious about the
+ordinary wants of life, and have never regretted for a single hour,
+that I gave up the professorship to take a quiet subordinate position
+as teacher in a school. While imparting the precepts of Pythagoras, my
+metaphysical system has time to mature, and I needn't teach anything
+for which I can't be fully responsible. Ambition I never possessed.
+What I have not in myself, no one can give me; I never cared to have my
+own opinion of myself corroborated by a crowd of people whom I don't
+know and therefore can't respect. But I'm indebted to the little city
+for one thing which I thought superfluous in the capital, but have now
+learned to prize because it enriches and strengthens my existence: I've
+entered into the midst of a motley throng of human beings, and the
+hundred-fold contact with an apparently thoughtless reality has
+benefited not only the man, but the philosopher. You smile, you
+arrogant metropolitan! You can't imagine, that one's view of the world
+may become more comprehensive in the atmosphere of a little town. And
+yet man is everywhere the same, and such a little town is a retort in
+which I can most easily insulate the experiment that slipped through my
+fingers in the great busy city. You would be surprised if I should give
+you examples of the psychological results I've obtained from my active
+and daily share in the interests of my worthy fellow citizens. What did
+I know of the genius <i>homo sapiens</i>, when I lived in our tun and only
+allowed a few chosen specimens to approach me? Only from the average
+can pervading laws be discovered. But you'll find all this some day in
+my book, if I ever write it. But I'll say this--that nothing external
+more richly rewards the trouble, than, wherever we maybe or whatever
+people we may be associated with, to honestly devote ourselves to them
+and share with them the best we have. These worthy people who at first
+eyed me curiously, because I was wanting in those things which usually
+help to win popularity and neither visited their usual places of resort
+nor joined in their games of skittles, any more than Leah attended
+their coffee parties, now know, that despite all this, they have a very
+good friend in me. Now and then, on public occasions, I have asked
+permission to address them and found fresh confirmation of my old
+opinion, that no one can guide a crowd so easily as one who stands on a
+higher plane, if he has but the power of awakening the true manly
+spirit which sleeps in the breast of the lowest boor. Afterwards they
+have not unfrequently come to me as this spirit moved within them, but
+failed to find courage in its own strength. They would have elected me
+to the Chamber of Deputies, if I'd not positively forbidden it.
+<i>Basta!</i> You may think I imagine it a wonder to be Cæsar in a village.
+No, indeed, my dear fellow! Nay, I confess that it always costs me a
+special effort to do my fellow citizens these trifling services; for at
+the bottom of my heart I'm still the aristocrat whom only the old
+saying <i>noblesse oblige</i> can lure from his seclusion. I'm bound to few
+by the tie of affection, and whether that wouldn't break up too, if I
+should strike my tent and continue my journey--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Do you intend to resign your position?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No; but certain people, who can't bear to have a simple
+teacher of
+mathematics take the liberty of thinking and saying what doesn't suit
+their turn, may drive me to it. It's a very simple story; I delivered,
+before a sort of society for the education of workmen, which Franzelius
+of course instituted immediately upon coming to the city, and at which
+every week honorary as well as working members assemble, a lecture on
+Darwinism, relating purely to natural history; I was quite thoughtless
+of the consequences, which were nevertheless very striking. Our city
+pastor, my worthy colleague in the school, where he gives religious
+instruction, took it so much amiss, that he instigated the principal to
+suggest to me to send in my resignation. As I felt neither desire nor
+obligation to do so, a report has been sent to the authorities, the
+answer to which is still delayed. I'm awaiting it very calmly. I'm not
+in the way of my other colleagues, the principal is well disposed
+toward me and only yielded reluctantly to the authority of our
+spiritual shepherd; if any change should occur in my position, my
+opponent's victory is not to be envied, as the favor of young and old
+will accompany me in my exile. So you see I'm beginning to make a
+career, though at first in the sense of the rolling stone that gathers
+no moss. But motion refreshes the blood, and a child of the world finds
+his home everywhere.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But your wife?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;She'd undoubtedly find it much harder to part from our
+friends, than
+I. Reginchen is as dear to her heart as a sister. For the rest, we two
+are so well satisfied with each other's society, that we could not long
+lack anything if we kept each other.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;True,&quot; he continued after a pause, as Marquard thoughtfully
+brushed
+the ashes from his cigar, &quot;one thing I do lack, or rather my dear wife.
+It's strange, I was very fond of children, and a marriage without the
+fulfillment of this purpose of life always seemed to me a very
+sorrowful thing. Now that I experience the sorrow, I see that the
+deficiency brings its own compensation. There's no third person between
+husband and wife to divert their love; they're always alone, everything
+remains as it was during the honeymoon, which extends to years. I only
+wish it for Leah's sake, since she knows my old fondness for children
+and can't look upon Reginchen's blessings without a sigh. For my part,
+I could spend my life with what I have, and the natural desire for
+offspring would gradually die out entirely. How few can boast of having
+a wife who is a constant novelty, and yet as indispensable as the
+oldest, most cherished habit! We are not always of one mind, like our
+neighbors; Leah's blood is not so light and her thoughts stir it, and
+then she has hours of hard secret struggle, and the conclusions at
+which she arrives her honesty forces her to defend. But it's all the
+prettier and more touching, when she regains her bright cheerful moods.
+I can't help laughing when she doubts whether she's the right wife for
+me, whether I should not have been happier with a fair haired child
+like my little Frau God-mother.&quot; Marquard had risen and was pacing up
+and down the room puffing violently at his cigar. &quot;And the old love?&quot;
+he said after a pause.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Rusted out, in defiance of the proverb! It becomes more and
+more clear
+to me that the whole affair, the sudden mad passion, was only a symptom
+of my general condition at the time and was melted out of my blood with
+other useless stuff by the nervous fever. Since that time I've never
+uttered her name, and have heard and seen no more of her than if her
+husband's estates were in Sirius.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I wish they were,&quot; muttered the physician between his teeth,
+stamping
+indignantly on the floor. &quot;I meant to keep it from you,&quot; he continued,
+as he again threw himself on the sofa beside Edwin. &quot;But since there'll
+be no danger to you if she comes to a bad end some day--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;She? Do you know anything about her? Have you seen her
+again?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I had the honor of kissing the countess' hand a few hours
+ago. Nay, I
+can even tell you, we should have blindly passed each other here, if
+your old friend and patron, the striped waistcoat, who was idling
+around before the house, had not seen you at the upper window and
+instantly recognized you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Little Jean? But how in the world--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You shall hear all. As I said before, I wished to keep it
+from you, as
+I didn't know what impression it might make upon you, to suddenly find
+yourself so near your old love. You know I've always had a great regard
+for your wife, and have thought that no one could suit you better. I
+hoped you'd be drawn toward each other by degrees and so regain your
+full health. But when you began in such a heels-overhead fashion and
+were so suddenly betrothed, I, as an experienced psychologist, couldn't
+help shaking my head. Such speedy cures are rarely permanent; they
+denote injury to some other organ. But the way in which you speak of
+your domestic happiness, reassures me! I don't think I risk anything,
+when I say, your old friend, in spite of her countess' coronet, has
+made a worse match, than if she had taken the head master, Edwin.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Unhappy? Poor thing! Does he ill treat her?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There!&quot; said Marquard, &quot;after all it will be better for me to
+keep
+what I know to myself. It seems to me you can't yet, with the necessary
+objectivity--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Don't torture me with delays and evasions!&quot; exclaimed Edwin.
+&quot;How
+could I remain perfectly unmoved, when I heard that a creature once so
+dear to me has such a hard fate to endure? But I assure you, even if I
+heard it from her own lips, no other thought would enter my mind than
+that an unhappy woman was lamenting her sufferings and had claims upon
+my brotherly sympathy. The time when she could have bound me with a
+hair of her head and forced me to do her will, is gone forever.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well then, listen,&quot; replied the physician. &quot;Perhaps, as pious
+people
+say, it's a dispensation of Providence, that I've found you here, since
+I've been able to do nothing myself.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A fortnight ago, I received a letter from a Count ----, who
+invited me
+to his castle for a consultation. An address was enclosed, which left
+me in no doubt that he was the richest of the counts of the name, and
+the lady in question no other than our old friend. You'll understand
+that I was curious to see her again. Adeline, who is far too generous
+to be jealous, eagerly urged me to go. I had sent most of my patients
+to various springs, so I set off at once and reached the place on the
+third day.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The count had sent a carriage to meet me at the station, as
+it was a
+two hour's ride to the castle which was situated in the heart of the
+mountains. But the drive didn't seem long; on the way I renewed another
+old acquaintance, that of our little Jean, who's grown taller since his
+unlucky drinking bout, but is not much more mature. The lad still
+stares at the world with the same zealous boyish eyes he had in
+Jägerstrasse. I tried to pump him, but his information never went
+beyond the external magnificence that surrounded his master and
+mistress. To judge from his story, there was no happier, more enviable
+or charitable creature on the face of the earth, than his lady, the
+countess, and as she, according to his account drove out daily, rode
+horseback, or took long walks, never sparing herself or uttering any
+complaint, there didn't seem to be the least occasion for having
+summoned so distinguished a physician as your old friend, from so great
+a distance to feel her pulse.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The first conversation I held with her husband certainly made
+a great
+change in my opinion. I found your successful rival an entirely
+different man from what I had imagined, a person really needing pity,
+who finds no enjoyment in all he possesses, money, lands, a noble name,
+and a long line of ancestors, and who is not happy though in the prime
+of life and surrounded by the utmost splendor.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The style of the house I can only term ducal! A magnificent
+castle,
+forests such as I've seen only in Russia, a four-in-hand of which no
+prince need be ashamed, a kitchen and cellar that considerably enlarged
+the horizon even of the author of the 'Art of Eating.' The ten days I
+spent in the castle gave me an idea of the enviableness of the genuine
+old nobility, living regardless of expense and not yet infected by the
+industrial spirit of our times.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The count himself, who has grown up amid these surroundings,
+is a
+gentleman from head to foot, every inch a cavalier, a man who can talk
+admirably about hunting and the ballet, and from whom, without the
+smallest conscientious scruple, one can win a few hundred louis d'ors
+at whist. That's however probably the best thing to be had of him; for
+in other respects--but perhaps I'm unjust, I could not help continually
+comparing him with you and asking myself--without wishing to flatter
+you--in what way he'd have got the start of you, if you had both
+appeared before our princess on equal terms. He seemed to me like a
+beautifully carved, richly gilded old picture frame, containing a
+cheap, poorly colored lithograph. But, as I said before, my old
+prejudice in your favor may have played me a trick.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;'If it's only not something of the same kind, a comparison
+which must
+result to the disadvantage of the man she has chosen, that is affecting
+our countess', I instantly said to myself. But I soon perceived that
+your old relations had not the slightest connection with the matter.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;In the first place, the count who made various confessions,
+such as
+are heard only by a physician or priest, did not give the slightest
+intimation that an older affection might be at the bottom of her
+mysterious conduct. He took me directly to his study and there gave me
+a detailed account of the four years of his married life. He knew that
+she became his wife without love. She had not attempted to conceal the
+fact from him for a moment, and, madly in love with her, as he was and
+unfortunately is to this hour, contented himself with the thought that
+he was no more repulsive to her than other men, toward whom she usually
+showed a coldness of which he cheerfully bore his share. The old, oft
+verified consolation that 'love will come after marriage,' and 'there's
+no ice which a real fire can't ultimately melt,' helped him through the
+short period of betrothal. Then came the strangeness of her new
+surroundings, her struggle with all sorts of hostile elements in his
+family, which to be sure resulted in a brilliant victory for the young
+plebeian, but which did not exactly win her to greater tenderness. But
+to his astonishment, even after marriage, the statue did not grow warm
+in his arms. Probably the worthy nobleman lacked many qualities
+essential to a Pygmalion. Yet he assured me that, despite her
+inflexible coldness and reserve, he had treated her with the utmost
+affection and spared her in every way.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But now comes the strangest part of the tale. A child was
+born, a
+bright boy, yet even this most powerful of all mediators did not
+succeed in breaking the ice. Nay, it actually seemed as if the much
+desired happy event only estranged the young wife still more. After the
+child's birth, the countess, although she continued to live under the
+same roof, effected an entire separation from her husband, locked
+herself up in her own rooms, which he was never permitted to enter, and
+only spoke to him at table, at large entertainments, and at hunting
+parties, in which she took the most enthusiastic delight.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;All his efforts to break through this unnatural seclusion
+were in
+vain. Nay, she even extended her aversion to the child, and usually
+left it entirely to the nurse. But when, at seven months it suddenly
+fell sick with any apparent cause, she didn't leave its bed day or
+night and was evidently deeply affected by its death.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But the expectations of her husband and the old countess that
+she
+would now be softened and feel disposed to resume the old relations
+again, were not verified. Nay, she began to seclude herself still more
+and to adopt an even more capricious mode of life. This went so far
+that she turned day into night and night into day, and only very
+seldom, on some unusual occasion, though always present at the hunting
+parties, did she appear among the guests in the castle. At such times
+there was nothing noticeable in her manner, she was cordial and even
+gay, and a stranger would have had no suspicion that anything unusual
+was taking place. When the count's mother died, she attended the
+funeral with every sign of sincere sorrow and held out her hand to her
+husband for the first time in a year. But directly after the body was
+interred, she again disappeared in her own rooms and continued the old
+hermit life.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I asked the count whether he had not himself questioned her
+concerning
+the cause of this singular seclusion. He replied that he had done so
+more than once, but she would not speak frankly, and only said she
+perceived that she had been very foolish to marry him. She could not
+and would not reproach him, but it would be better for both if he would
+consent to a separation. She would never change her mind, never submit
+to live with him as his wife again. She was sorry for him, but she
+couldn't help it.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;In this resolution she remained firm, and neither kind
+measures nor
+harsh produced any effect. After lavishing prayers and endearments,
+anger overpowered him. The thought of being made a fool of by a woman,
+to whose obedience he had the best claim, made his brain whirl. In the
+madness of his pain and anger he burst into savage threats and cursed
+the hour when he first saw her. She looked at him with a perfect
+calmness and only replied: 'you're right to curse my existence; I curse
+it, too. Put an end to this sad story and set me free.'</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But this he could not resolve to do. He could not banish the
+thought
+that time must aid him. To give her a chance for reflection and perhaps
+to accustom himself to do without her, he spent six months in traveling
+and led a tolerably gay life in Paris and Berlin, but his love was not
+weakened nor did he find the smallest change in her on his return; If
+there was any alteration, it was for the worse; she was even colder,
+sterner, and more reserved toward him and more dissatisfied with life.
+Yet her bodily health had never been better, her sleep, her looks, her
+pleasure in hunting and even in dancing, when, during the winter, she
+was sometimes invited to neighboring castles. Now, however, even
+strangers couldn't fail to notice, that in the midst of the gayest mood
+her features would become terribly rigid and stony, and she either
+turned her horse and dashed off home, or left her partner standing on
+the ball room floor, and without the slightest reason or excuse ordered
+her horses to be harnessed. There were a great many discussions and
+consultations about the matter; the family physician, an old and
+tolerably skillful man, with whom I speedily came to an understanding,
+shrugged his shoulders; one medical notability after another, upon
+being consulted, could not even obtain an interview, or, like the
+christian physician in the harem, be permitted to feel the beautiful
+patient's pulse through a hole in the wall; so matters were as hopeless
+as they well could be, and the fear that monomania or some serious
+derangement of the mind was imminent, was unfortunately only too well
+justified.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A lady who had known the count in Berlin, and in whose family
+I had
+once been successful in curing a patient, mentioned my name to him. So
+I came to the castle, and when on the following day I sent in my name
+to the countess, simply as an old acquaintance, who had accidentally
+wandered here while on a journey and merely wished to present himself
+to her, I cherished the brightest hopes of penetrating the secret,
+since I was at least admitted, a favor which had been obstinately
+refused to all the other physicians who had been summoned.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But I was very much mistaken. She received me as frankly and
+cordially
+as in Jägerstrasse, seemed to remember every incident of those days,
+down to the magical feast in the Pagoda, which was the last time I saw
+her. She even inquired about you; you were doubtless married and no
+longer lived in Berlin; then she wished to know what had happened to
+the other guests at our bacchanalian revel at Charlottenburg. I clearly
+perceived that she listened to my answers absently, not as if she were
+giving herself airs, like a great lady who wishes to awe a plebeian,
+but with an expression of profound weariness, numbness, and
+joylessness, such as I have seen in the first stages of mental
+disorder, or in the half lucid intervals of incurable lunatics. I can
+truly say, that rarely have I so earnestly desired to be a medical
+genius, which--between ourselves--I'm not. She's a beautiful creature,
+you've no idea what she has become; I can easily understand, that a man
+who has once possessed her, would rather die than consent to a
+separation. If <i>I</i> say this, who knows tolerably well what beautiful
+women are, and that in the end one gets tired of even the fairest, it
+means something. She probably perceived what an impression she made
+upon me, and that I asked how <i>she</i> had fared with real friendly
+solicitude. 'Dear Herr Doctor,' said she, suddenly rising as if to
+close the interview, 'I know why you're here. The count wishes to learn
+from you whether I'm still in possession of my five senses, or if I run
+any risk of losing one or more of them. Give yourself no anxiety about
+me, I'm as well as a fish in water, and what I lack to be able to enjoy
+my life as thoughtlessly as most other women, is not to be had from an
+apothecary or discovered anywhere between heaven and earth. The count
+has doubtless told you that I should like to go away from here, and be
+free again. If you could persuade him to consent to this, it would be
+the best thing you could do and I should be sincerely grateful to you.
+Besides, it's more for his sake than my own, that I should like to be
+separated from him. I pity him, as I should pity a living man bound to
+a corpse. Just feel how cold! She held out her hand to me; it was
+really cold enough to startle one. 'Yes, yes,' said she, 'it's always
+so; I wish all was over. But what's done can't be undone.'</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then she talked of indifferent subjects until I took leave,
+and the
+two or three times that I afterwards saw her at dinner, she always wore
+the same expression, of immovable cold insensibility to every joy.
+During my stay at the castle, I fished for news like a member of the
+secret police, questioned all her servants, and even thrust my nose
+into things of a tolerably disagreeable nature. In vain. The only
+person who perhaps might tell me something, her waiting maid, is as
+silent as the grave. I'm just as wise as before, and when this
+afternoon I raised the beautiful hand to my lips in farewell, it was no
+whit warmer than at my first visit.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The count, who has some business to do here, wanted to drive
+me to the
+railway station himself. I could not conceal from him that he would be
+merely throwing away his money, if he consulted any more of my
+colleagues. A slight hint I gave, that he might perhaps regret it if he
+insisted upon living under the same roof with her, that the sickness
+which was impending might be averted by leaving her entirely to
+herself, by a real separation, threw him into such a rage that I had
+great difficulty in even partially soothing him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He had confidence in me, and I was forced to promise to
+invent some
+pretext for commencing a correspondence with the countess, in order to
+keep myself in some degree conversant with her condition. But these are
+all useless expedients. I see clearly that there's but one hope of
+solving this strange enigma, and--in some way--discovering where we
+are. There's but one person who has any influence over her; it dawned
+upon me like an inspiration, as soon as I saw him again. This one
+person is--yourself! And now make up your mind, first, whether it's
+your duty to set this poor woman's head straight, which some crotchet
+has disturbed and bids fair to completely derange; secondly, whether
+you can trust yourself to undertake it without danger to yourself or a
+relapse into your old infatuation.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He had approached Edwin, and in spite of the gathering
+darkness, was
+trying to read his face. After a time, as no answer came, he continued.
+&quot;But whatever you decide to do, you must do quickly. I've seen cases
+where a state of mind that apparently gave no cause for uneasiness, and
+resembled intellectual palsy rather than approaching insanity, would
+suddenly at some trifle, change to most violent frenzy. I think that
+you might then be unable to shake off the sense of a certain
+responsibility, if you should now say: 'she's dead to me, it's not my
+business to bring stranger's wives to their senses.' You see, Edwin,
+I'm as sure as I am of my own existence, that neither he nor she would
+tell any third person--no matter if the dignity and wisdom of a whole
+faculty were united in him--what the poor wife would probably confide
+to her old friend. The story about the child doesn't seem to me exactly
+straight, but no one except herself can give any explanation of it.
+Courage, Edwin! If she were in a burning house, you would not hesitate
+to carry her out, even at the of being a little singed. Well, it wont
+be so bad as that. What torments these poor, good, foolish creatures,
+whether Catholics or Protestants, invent! what secret vows,
+castigations, penances, and imaginary duties they impose upon themselves
+dragging their poor bodies painfully about, and torturing their fellow
+mortals! I could tell stories, of how I've now and then cured such a
+distorted mind by a few sound remarks, though I can't vie with you in
+logic. But here there's danger in delay. I shall set out for home
+to-night, but the count will return to the castle in time for supper;
+he has guests, some cousins and neighbors, with whom he's going to hunt
+to-morrow. If you decide to go, I'll tell him I've accidentally met a
+colleague here, who has fortunately appeared in the very nick of time,
+and who is an authority in psychiatry, and that he can't do better than
+to place the case in his hands. I know you've never seen each other,
+and little Jean respects you too much not to keep his mouth shut if I
+whisper a word in his ear, I hear the count's voice below. Shall I call
+him or not?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin rose. &quot;I know it will be useless, perhaps even harmful,&quot;
+he said
+in a hollow tone. &quot;<i>I</i> have power over her? She must then have changed
+very much. But no matter. As the case now stands, you're right; I
+should reproach myself bitterly if I should keep on my way and
+afterwards hear that some misfortune had happened. I'll only make one
+request, that you'll tell the count who I am, the same man who once
+loved his wife and whose brother--oh! Marquard, that's hardest of all!
+To be under the same roof with the man who was the cause of Balder's
+death!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;For all that he's done to you or anybody else, he's now
+atoning in a
+purgatory as terrible as one could wish for his worst enemy,&quot; replied
+the physician. &quot;I'm no hero of virtue, my lad, but I should like to
+singe the thin locks on the count's brow with my coals of fire. But
+you're right, we needn't be afraid to play with our cards on the table.
+If he refuses, we must try some other way. But from what I know of him,
+he's above the common fear of ghosts and will welcome with open arms
+any spectre that will aid him in regaining his wife.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He rushed out of the room, and Edwin remained alone, a prey to
+the most
+contradictory emotions.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER III.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">He hastily lighted a candle, took a small portfolio out of his
+traveling satchel and wrote a few lines to inform Mohr where he was to
+be found, in case his friend did not prefer to await his return, which
+he hoped would be speedy, at the hotel. &quot;It would be best,&quot; he
+concluded, &quot;for you to follow me at once, and take me away from the
+castle, where the duties of friendship and a vain hope of being useful,
+may perhaps detain me longer than I desire.&quot; He had just folded this
+note, to leave it in the hotel, and was looking at his letter to Leah,
+irresolute whether or not to open it and add a postscript, when he
+heard steps on the stairs and directly after Marquard entered with the
+count.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">His first emotion was that of surprise, at seeing the very
+face he had
+imagined whenever he thought of his rival--the insipid regularity of
+the features, the haughty pose of the head, the hair already thin and
+streaked with grey, while a thick, carefully trimmed beard covered the
+cheeks and chin, the whole appearance indicating the scion of a noble
+house and the heir of large estates. But the bright light that fell
+upon his countenance revealed also traces of secret suffering, which
+weighed down the eyelids and compressed the lips. The painful suspense
+with which Edwin had awaited the man he had so long avoided, instantly
+disappeared. It cost him no effort to take the hand which his old
+antagonist frankly extended, and he returned its pressure without any
+feeling of bitterness.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;We both know enough of each other to meet, even at the first
+interview, as old acquaintances,&quot; said the count. &quot;Our friend Doctor
+Marquard, has told you the sad circumstances which induced me to ask
+his advice. Unfortunately, he has been forced to confirm my fear that
+his science has no means of reaching this obstinate disease. In such
+cases we usually take refuge in all sorts of miraculous remedies, and I
+confess I'm not sufficiently free from superstition, to refuse to
+consult, if necessary, some old astrologist, or some woman who deals in
+herbs. But before proceeding to such extreme measures, I should like to
+try a better remedy. I know you were on very intimate terms with the
+countess before she became my wife. She told me at the time, that there
+was no man for whom she felt more esteem, nay reverence, than for
+yourself; perhaps for that very reason another man would inform anyone,
+rather than you, of his domestic unhappiness. But I believe you to be a
+man of honor, Herr Doctor, and therefore incapable of entering my house
+with selfish and malevolent joy to meet the woman who has not made your
+rival happy. Besides, my state of mind is such that I no longer care
+for myself, that I would risk everything to avert, if possible, the
+terrible misfortune that threatens my wife. I shall consider it a great
+proof of friendship, if you will go with me and after watching the
+patient for a time, give me your opinion of her. If you should
+succeed--&quot; He paused and turned away. &quot;However,&quot; he continued in a much
+more formal tone, &quot;I've no excuse whatever for asking such a favor, and
+in case your time should not permit--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I'm entirely ready to go with you, Herr Count,&quot; replied
+Edwin. &quot;But I
+repeat what I've already told my friend--I go without any delusion that
+I can exert any influence over the countess' mind. As in the old days,
+in spite of her great confidence, she remained a mystery to me, I fear
+that now, too, all my psychology will be baffled by the same problem.
+But precisely because I stand in such a peculiar relation toward you,
+you shall at least not be permitted to doubt my good will.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He took his hat and cane, passed the strap of his traveling
+satchel
+over his shoulder, and opened the door. The three men walked down
+stairs in silence side by side.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">An elegant two seated hunting carriage was standing before the
+door of
+the hotel; the long limbed young man in a green livery embroidered with
+silver, who held the reins of the fiery horses which impatiently pawed
+the ground, fixed his round blue eyes with embarrassed delight on his
+old acquaintance, who nodded kindly to him as he came out of the house.
+Marquard was right, little Jean's body had grown, but the rosy
+beardless face remained unchanged. Edwin handed to the landlord for
+mailing, the letter he had written Leah, gave him the necessary
+information about Mohr's note, pressed Marquard's hand again and sprang
+into the carriage. The count followed, took the reins from Jean who sat
+behind, and waving his whip to the physician, spoke to the horses,
+which impatiently dashed forward with the light vehicle.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You'll make allowance for me, and pardon me if I seem silent
+or
+abstracted,&quot; said the count, as soon as they had turned from the paved
+streets into the softer forest road. &quot;I've two new horses, which I'm
+trying for the first time, and I must keep them well in hand. They're
+full blooded Trakehners, but still somewhat young and untrained. Do you
+take any interest in horses?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, an interest, but I'm so ignorant that I should be
+laughed at by
+all connoisseurs. The Great Elector's steed on the long bridge is to me
+the crown of his race, and only now and then I find among brewer's
+horses a specimen, that distantly reminds me of this ideal.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That breed is scarcely used now, except for certain
+purposes,&quot; replied
+the count gravely. &quot;There's even a prejudice that muscular strength
+bears a necessary relation to coarseness. The capacity to use strength
+is the principal thing, and for that, thick fetlocks and broad chests
+are not always requisite. Ho! ho!&quot;--he shouted, as the horse on the
+right did not know what to do with himself in his wanton caracoles. He
+made the beautiful animals walk for some distance, standing erect as he
+watched their pace with the eye of a connoisseur. When they had grown
+more quiet and yielded to his firm hand, he resumed his seat beside
+Edwin, and allowed them to trot.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Field after field, and forest after forest, tiny villages and
+lonely
+huts flitted past them; the air grew no cooler, but the earth grew
+darker, and the sky lighter. The horses dashed onward with their silent
+load; the deep stillness of the summer night enwrapped them; over the
+black tree tops hung the tender crescent of the moon, and now and then
+a flash of light lit up the firmament, as if from a distant thunder
+cloud; a dreamy, quiet mood stole over our friend, the subdued
+happiness of a half dormant soul; in such a state we do not take either
+joys or sorrows seriously and are scarcely surprised at the occurrence
+of the most fabulous things. For years he had not uttered Toinette's
+name; her image had become as dim in his memory as if she were no more
+real than a character in some book of fiction; and now he was driving
+toward her, who doubtless had as little expectation of such a meeting
+as he himself had entertained an hour ago. He wondered if he should
+find her so changed and why they fancied he would perform a miracle by
+acting upon her strange moods, he who felt that all the ties that had
+once bound him to her, were so utterly sundered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He was surprised at the entire absence of anxiety with which
+he looked
+forward to the moment when he was to see her again. He rejoiced in this
+calmness. &quot;If it had been an elementary power, to which I submitted in
+those days,&quot; he thought, &quot;the poison would now seethe in my blood again.
+Though the iron be separated from the magnet a hundred years, it
+quickly becomes conscious of its approach. True, happiness has changed
+me much since then, so far as a man's nature can be changed and I am
+calmed and strengthened. What will Leah say, when I tell her about it!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He could not forbare to wonder at the singular circumstances,
+which had
+decreed that the most unprejudiced witness of those past events, should
+be the very one to recognize him and thereby restore to his mistress
+her old friend. The old question of the connection between earthly
+destinies once more rose before his mind. &quot;Is this an intentional
+exercise of some will that rules and guides our souls, or do we
+separate and meet again like the waves of the sea, which obey only the
+ebb and flow of the tide?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Again he left these questions unsolved and became wholly
+absorbed in
+the enjoyment of the moment. His companion did not disturb him. The
+duties of a driver claimed his attention more and more, for the moon
+grew brighter and the fiery young animals often shied and reared at the
+sight of some, to them, mysterious object. For a time Edwin closed his
+eyes and enjoyed the cool night air which refreshed him like a bath,
+after the toilsome walk he had taken during the day. When, roused by a
+sudden jolt of the carriage, he again opened his eyes, he was amazed at
+the wondrous beauty of the scene. Before him, probably at the distance
+of a fifteen minutes drive, on a bold height appeared the battlements
+and pinnacles of a castle, to which a broad wide avenue led through the
+dark forests. The roofs glittered in the moonlight as if coated with
+silver, and when the wind moved the vanes, lines of light darted from
+their sharp edges like falling stars. All the windows seemed to be
+dark, no living thing seemed to be moving within; it was like some
+enchanted palace. But when the light carriage, despite the rising
+ground, had traversed the avenue through the forest at full speed, and
+entered the courtyard through a lofty portal, flanked by two griffens
+bearing coats of arms, there was a confusion of voices, mingled with
+the barking of dogs, lackeys bearing torches rushed out of the lofty
+and brilliantly lighted hall to meet the two gentlemen, a portly butler
+in a black coat and white cravat appeared at the carriage door and
+helped the stranger to descend, while the count threw the reins to a
+stable boy and said to the head groom, in excellent English, a few
+words about the first trial of the new horses. Then he too sprang out
+of the carriage and overtook his guest on the upper step.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My dear Herr Doctor,&quot; said he, putting his arm through
+Edwin's with
+condescending familiarity, &quot;I welcome you on the threshold of my home.
+I hope you may remain here some time, and only regret&quot;--here he lowered
+his voice--&quot;that I cannot present you to the countess to-day. She has
+entirely withdrawn from all our evening assemblies, and only
+occasionally appears at dinner. I hope the visit of an old friend may
+induce her to make an exception in his favor to-morrow. For to-day, you
+must be satisfied with masculine society. Have the gentlemen come
+down?&quot; he asked, turning to the butler who, holding a silver
+candlestick, was preceding the gentlemen up the already brilliantly
+lighted marble staircase.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Five minutes ago. Your Excellency.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then we'll not keep them waiting. But perhaps, Herr Doctor,
+before we
+sit down to supper, you'll wish to retire to your room a moment.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin smiled. &quot;I'm not able to make an elaborate toilette,&quot; he
+said
+glancing at his traveling satchel, which a servant was carrying after
+him. &quot;You must apologize to your guests, Herr Count, for picking up a
+simple wayfarer and bringing him under your stately roof.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No ceremony among friends,&quot; replied the count, still with the
+same
+immovably courteous face. &quot;You'll find us too entirely <i>sans gêne</i>;
+some of my neighbors have ridden over in their hunting suits, as we
+have a deer hunt early to-morrow morning and I hope you'll give us the
+pleasure of your company on the occasion.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He did not wait for a reply, but approached the large folding
+doors,
+which were hastily thrown open by two footmen, and which admitted them
+to the broad, carpeted ante-room of the first story. With an easy,
+friendly gesture, the count invited Edwin to precede him, and they
+entered the lofty dining hall.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER IV.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">Several slender tawny greyhounds came bounding toward them and
+completed the illusion that they were entering a banqueting hall of the
+<i>rococo</i> times. The room was spacious and lofty, of an oblong shape,
+with rounded corners adorned in the richest style of the last century
+with gilded stucco-work and huge pier glasses which reflected the light
+of the candles in the large glass chandelier and the glittering silver
+on the table. At the other end of the apartment a glass door opened
+upon a balcony, and this, like the two windows on each side, afforded a
+view of the park, whose majestic trees towered above the long clipped
+hedges and arbors. Nothing recalled the present century except an
+elegant piano, at which a young man sat who failed to hear the entrance
+of the master of the house and his guest, amid the noise made by his
+dashing passages.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The others, who appeared to have been waiting some time,
+instantly
+turned toward the door, and one after another was greeted by the count
+and introduced to Edwin. Suddenly the musician paused, started up and
+with great cordiality, hurried toward the count. He was a handsome
+young man, in whom, despite his civilian's dress, the cavalry officer
+was recognizable at the first glance, and whom the count introduced as
+his cousin, Count Gaston. He seemed to feel perfectly at home, and even
+at the table, where with amicable familiarity he drew Edwin down by his
+side, almost wholly supported the conversation, which as usual turned
+upon women, horses, and hunting.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When the champagne, which was not spared, began to heat the
+brains and
+loosen the tongues of even the quieter members of the company, the
+young gentleman turned to his neighbor, who had hitherto been a silent
+listener, and said in a low tone:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There! I've done my share by dint of friction, in putting
+some
+enthusiasm into these wooden images and now the champagne must keep it
+up. I hope, my dear sir, you don't suppose I enjoy this insipid gabble.
+But what would you have? See how my cousin, the count, sits at his own
+table with a face like the statue of the Commandant. If I don't
+victimize myself and talk nonsense, the supper will be as tiresome and
+silent as a funeral feast. So I must introduce subjects that amuse the
+gentlemen, even though they may be terribly out of taste. But now let's
+renew our acquaintance. Of course you don't remember our meeting a few
+years ago in Berlin, at the rooms of one of my intimate friends, young
+Baron L., to whom you were acting as private tutor, while he was
+preparing to pass his examination for one of the higher government
+offices. He's now Secretary of Legation at Constantinople, and I hope
+does honor to your teaching. I am still what I was then, a man who
+learns nothing in any school, except that of life. There must be such
+odd sticks! But I can tell you, I no longer sit quite at the bottom of
+the class in my school; for instance, I have long since left behind the
+tasks at which our worthy companions are perspiring. You've been
+introduced to them all after the ridiculous fashion of murmuring a
+name. Allow me to make, you better acquainted with individuals. My left
+hand neighbor, who is addressed as Herr Colonel, is, as you've
+doubtless already supposed from his prominent cheek bones and peculiar
+accent, of Slavonian descent; a Pole of the good old race of Oginsky,
+who, <i>as he says</i>, having been compelled through a disagreement with
+the Russian authorities, to enter the Austrian service, was promoted in
+the Italian war to the rank of colonel; then, <i>as he says</i>, honorably
+discharged in consequence of a wound in the foot. He has already stayed
+several months with my cousin, as, <i>so he says</i>, a civil office has
+been offered him in France, and he's only obliged to wait for his
+Polish papers before becoming a naturalized citizen of that country. As
+he's an excellent judge of horses, a tolerably good huntsman, and an
+adept in all games of chance, my cousin has no reason to doubt the
+existence of these papers, and I of course still less. His next
+neighbor, the elegant gentleman of uncertain age, uncertain glance, and
+very certain doubtful movements of the fingers, which suggest great
+skill in tricks with cards, is, to speak frankly, what we call in plain
+prose, a blackleg, a Parisian acquaintance of my cousin, whom he
+invited here and can't shake off again, much as I've urged him
+to do so. But he seems to have his reasons for handling this
+Chevalier de Marsan--the only person here with whom I never exchange a
+syllable--with gloved hands, while I would show him the door without
+ceremony. My dear doctor, there are more doubtful personages between
+heaven and earth than are dreamed of in your philosophy. A real
+antidote to this corrosive sublimate pill, which I am daily compelled
+to swallow, is the stout gentleman on the other side of my cousin, a
+plebeian owner of an ancient estate, who married the daughter of an
+immensely rich banker; his wife never appears among us, probably
+because he's ashamed of her manners, which are not exactly suited to a
+drawing room; but nevertheless, as you see, he's an excellent man, an
+admirable landlord, a great huntsman, and a lover of old wine and old
+stories, in short, the most appreciative of auditors for my witticisms.
+You've heard how he can laugh. I once made a bet that I could make him
+laugh till he rolled under the table, merely by telling stories of
+great eaters, and to be sure, at the end of an hour, he lay gasping on
+the floor; we were actually afraid of a fit of apoplexy. Beside this
+harmless mortal and directly opposite you, sit two no less worthy
+specimens of the creatures of God, who, however, can hardly be very
+proud of these, his images. Did you ever see two people so exactly
+alike? They look as if they'd just stepped out of Pletsch, don't they?
+The same short, fair hair, the same low brows, small noses, close
+cropped brushes on the upper lip, and solemn faces when everyone else
+is roaring with laughter, which proves them very dull of comprehension.
+When they stand up, you'll see that both are very tall men. Moreover,
+these same brothers, Thaddäus and Matthäus von der Wende are noblemen
+of a most ancient family. It's seldom that twins have so much fraternel
+affection. Each is perfectly satisfied with half the usual portion of
+common sense, and carefully guards against becoming wiser than the
+other. We call them the Siamese twins, although they're not united by
+means of any corporal bond, and of course there can be no question of
+an intellectual one. However, they're rich and well bred and never
+annoy anyone. Next comes a short, rather high shouldered gentleman
+about fifty, with a white tie and crafty, humble smile, who says
+little, eats a great deal, and hears everything. Don't get his ill
+will, he's a piece of old family furniture, and was the physician,
+confidant, etc., of the late countess; he is called Dr. Basler, and I'd
+as readily trust my person to his physic, as my reputation to his
+tongue. Beside him sits the steward, who'll join the hunting party
+to-morrow and always drinks with us the night before, and the silent
+gentleman on your other side is my cousin's private secretary, an
+honest, clever soul, but afflicted with an unfortunate hobby. He's
+trying to find the secret of perpetual motion. There, now! you know the
+people assembled within this ancient house--even to the crown jewel,&quot;
+he added with a sigh, &quot;which unfortunately disdains to shine except on
+gala days.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Are you speaking of the countess? I knew her several years
+ago, before
+her marriage.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And have not seen her since? Then you'll not recognize her. I
+confess
+that upon first sight she made a great impression upon me. I was
+prejudiced against the marriage, which I thought was a rash step on the
+part of my dear cousin, after the style of his former <i>liaisons</i>.
+Unequal marriages always have their difficulties, although of course
+I'm sufficiently enlightened not to believe in 'blue blood.' But we see
+every day, how uncomfortable it is for people of position to receive
+into their circle a worthy little goose who feels 'honored' to live
+under the shadow of a pedigree centuries old, or a pretentious heiress,
+or any of the ordinary people whom it's all very well to love, but who
+are too good or too bad to marry. It's easiest to get along with
+actresses, opera singers--or for aught I care, ballet dancers. They at
+least possess style, <i>savoir faire</i>, self-possession, and know us well
+enough not to think us wholly unlike other human beings. But a ballet
+master's daughter from a little provincial town--I didn't hear of the
+princely paternity until afterwards--I confess I was furious. I love
+this family seat, and have enjoyed spending a few months of every year
+here, away from the gayety of the capital. Now, I thought, I should be
+compelled to see a <i>roturière</i> do the honors. But after the first
+interview my feelings were entirely changed. Whoever her mother may
+have been, she at least didn't belie the father's blood. And yet--at
+that time she was but in the bud compared to the centifolia into which
+she has since expanded. Pardon me if I threaten to become poetical.
+Between ourselves--or even not between ourselves, since it's public
+talk--my unfortunate passion for my beautiful cousin, which is as
+hopeless as if I were in love with the Venus of Milo, has had so great
+an influence upon the development of my character, that I can truly say
+I'm no more like the man you met at little Baron L's., than an Ionic
+column is like a hedge pole.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Your poetic fervor, Herr Count, has at least the merit of a
+certain
+impressiveness of style. But in what consists, if I may ask--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're making sport of me, my honored sir. I still seem to
+you a
+frivolous nobleman, a child of the world, with whom a grave man of your
+stamp can at the utmost only chat away an hour at table. But learn to
+know me better. This lady first opened my eyes to the fact that the
+real charm of life consists in something forever unattainable, a
+yearning that is ever unfulfilled. Are you familiar with Richard
+Wagner's music? What I've just said of life he has striven to suggest
+in art. For in what does the secret of melody consist? Take Mozart,
+Glück, the Italian composers--there everything is complete, every piece
+has its beginning, its middle and its end, exactly like ordinary love
+affairs. We are allured, we enjoy, and we grow weary--<i>voilà tout</i>, and
+if the music or the girl is beautiful, after a time we're again
+allured--a new aria, a new ecstacy--and so on indefinitely till the
+world tires us and our hair grows grey. This is the usual course of
+life and art. But now think of a hopeless passion, such as I've felt
+for years. I feel the same that I hear when I listen to Tristram and
+Yseult--eternal longing, yearning and sighing, never repose and
+satisfaction, a mere analysis of dissonances, and withal a tumult of
+ecstacy in all the instruments, in which at last, as in a dream of
+love, sight and hearing disappear and we're fairly beside ourselves
+with restless longing, infinite melody, and voluptuous exhaustion. This
+is the secret of the success this great man has obtained--emotion
+increased to the utter exhaustion of all strength and constantly
+subduing the poor, coarse senses--appetite continually excited without
+being satisfied in the usual way--a sort of pathetic cancan, a musical
+hasheesh intoxication. And even in the choice of the text, the moral
+qualities of the characters, what consummate art is shown in the
+avoidance of everything palpable, simple, and true to nature;
+everything of which the ordinary human mind can form some distinct
+conception! Take Don Giovanni--there you know exactly where you are.
+From the peasant to the nobleman, from the light minded peasant girl to
+the noble lady--the characters are perfectly natural, people with flesh
+and bones, and red blood in their veins. I know them as well as if I'd
+lived in the same house with them. The characters of Wagner's music, on
+the contrary--why you might see the same opera ten times and be no whit
+wiser about these swan knights, gods, and flying Dutchmen, than at the
+first representation. I call this boundless characterization, and it
+supplements the boundless melody. And to enjoy such an endless
+master-piece, and in the meantime to brood over an endless passion, the
+one as hopeless and alluring as the other--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The conversation, which also threatened to become &quot;boundless,&quot;
+was here
+interrupted by the master of the house, who rose, bowed to his guests,
+and with a courteous wave of the hand invited them to follow him into
+the little drawing room adjoining the dining hall. Here there were
+several card tables, a magnificent silver bowl containing punch,
+several open boxes of cigars, and other paraphernalia for smoking.
+While the count, with the Polish colonel and French chevalier, were
+preparing to begin a game of hazard, in which no one else seemed
+disposed to join, the fat landed proprietor became absorbed in a
+conversation on agriculture with the steward, now and then asking the
+silent secretary for his opinion, which the latter always gave with the
+same grave bend of the head, often refilling his glass from the silver
+bowl. The inseparable brothers Thaddäus and Matthäus had stationed
+themselves behind the card players and gravely watched the alternations
+of luck. Count Gaston had returned to the dining hall and seated
+himself at the piano, evidently in the hope that his neighbor at table
+would follow and allow him to give a musical commentary on his
+knowledge of art and life. But Edwin was compelled to forego this
+instructive pleasure; for the little man with the high shoulders and
+clever old face, whom Gaston had introduced as the family physician,
+approached him and asked in his low courteous voice, if he was not the
+son of one of his college classmates who had suddenly abandoned the
+profession of law to marry a very beautiful wife. He had been struck by
+the resemblance before he heard the name. When Edwin answered in the
+affirmative, the little man became very confidential, and after
+inquiring very particularly about his old friend, acquainted the son
+with his own circumstances.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When a student of theology, somewhat advanced in life, he had
+entered
+the household to assist in educating the young count, who was then
+about six years old. The countess, already a widow, had taken a fancy
+to the clever man, who was better versed in every other department than
+that of theology--a fancy, which in spite of the tutor's insignificant
+appearance, seemed to have ripened into a still warmer feeling. Not a
+syllable on the part of the discreet speaker, only a peculiar glance
+from his piercing eyes conveyed this inference. As his prospect of
+advancement in his real profession became poorer and poorer, an old
+predilection for physical science obtained a stronger hold upon his
+mind; the idea of going to Berlin occurred to him, and he studied
+anatomy there for several years, absorbed all sorts of surgical
+knowledge, and at last, as the countess would not consent to dispense
+with his services any longer, returned to the castle with the title of
+doctor somewhat doubtfully obtained, but a most undoubted salary as
+physician-in-ordinary, as his former pupil had left home some time
+before to complete his education by foreign travel.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He had understood the art of maintaining his position, even
+after the
+death of his patroness; he had sustained it principally it appeared, by
+a marriage with the countess' by no means youthful waiting maid and
+<i>confidante</i>. He spoke of this union with a lofty and sarcastic smile,
+that like many other things in the clever man, greatly disgusted Edwin.
+The gentleman seemed to perceive the impression his confidential
+communications were making on his hearer. &quot;My dear Herr Doctor,&quot; said
+he, &quot;you're still a young man, and have always been independent. You
+can scarcely imagine how the habit of accommodating one's self to
+others, and not being over rigorous, will in time degrade a man who
+originally is by no means a scoundrel. Ah me! when I think of the days
+when, with your dead father, I still worked toward our so-called
+ideals! Yet he died a bookkeeper, and I've written prescriptions in
+which I felt no faith. The longer one lives, the more plainly one
+perceives that there are very few mortals so happy as never to be
+placed in a false position, and that since it's a man's duty to
+preserve his life, there's but a single weakness that dishonors him: to
+believe what is false to be true. A pastor who assumes the duties of
+his parish a disbeliever in revealed religion, and gradually allows the
+voice of reason to grow weaker and ends by accepting the tenets of the
+faith he preaches, or a physician who begins the practice of his
+profession by disbelief in his own powers and ends by using his salves
+and plasters with a look of grave importance not wholly assumed--they
+falsify themselves and are utterly contemptible. But he, who in a world
+that is only too willing to be cheated, does not befool honest
+individuals, but swindles men in the gross, and meantime is ready at
+any moment, like the Roman augur, to laugh in unison with other clever
+men, seems to me to play his part as a weak mortal very tolerably.
+There was a famous Berlin doctor here yesterday, Herr Marquard, who's
+perhaps known to you by reputation. He performs on a large scale, what
+I practice here on a small one, and the fact of his being more learned
+is rather troublesome to him than otherwise, since each individual case
+gives him scores of things to reflect upon. But he's a clever man, and
+after the first fifteen minutes we no longer tried to impose upon each
+other. The gentleman was no more successful with the young countess
+than I, but she didn't make him feel her contempt so keenly as she did
+my insignificant self. Well, as you see, my back is naturally more bent
+than my colleague's. I can take more on my high shoulders.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He laughed softly, but seemed surprised when Edwin's only
+reply to his
+extreme outspokeness was a curt: &quot;Every one is entitled to his own
+opinions!&quot; During the doctor's cautiously whispered speech, our friend
+had glanced from one member of the company to the other and said to
+himself: &quot;These are the people with whose companionship she has been
+obliged to be satisfied for four long years!&quot; The thought aroused
+within him an unspeakable sense of oppression, sorrow, and indignation.
+He took advantage of a pause in the card playing, to approach the
+count, and pleading that he was fatigued by his pedestrian tour, to
+take leave of him for the night. The count looked at him absently a
+moment, as if he were some stranger whose face he could not instantly
+recall, then pressed his hand with marked cordiality and apologized for
+having enjoyed so little of his society that evening. He hoped to make
+up for the loss on the morrow. Then he motioned the butler to show the
+guest to his room, and returned to his game, in which fortune, to judge
+from the piles of gold before his companions, turned her back on him as
+usual.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER V.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">The room to which Edwin was conducted, was situated in a wing
+of some
+considerable length, a modern addition to the old castle, which had
+completely destroyed the symmetry of the rear of the edifice. The
+windows looked out upon the park, and on the other side a small
+staircase led down into the courtyard, which was surrounded by domestic
+offices, so that from thence the apartments in this one story wing
+could be reached without using the stairs and corridors of the castle.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The sun must have found free admittance to Edwin's room all
+day, for an
+oppressive atmosphere greeted him, which was not improved even after he
+had thrown both windows wide open. But under any circumstances, it
+would have been long ere he could have attempted to go to sleep. The
+events of the day and the anticipation of the morrow quickened his
+pulses. He went to the window and gazed out into the garden, where the
+lofty jet of a fountain fell into a basin lined with shells. The
+windows and balcony of the dining hall projected in softly rounded
+lines from the facade, now but dimly illuminated by a moon that was
+about to sink below the horizon. The remainder of the edifice lay in
+shadow, but in the other wing of the castle two lofty windows in the
+second story were brightly lighted. He did not doubt for a moment that
+<i>she</i> occupied them. How many evenings he had gazed up at her windows
+in Jägerstrasse; now he found her here, once more in the count's rooms,
+this time of her own free will, and yet--</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Voices in the corridor aroused him from the reverie into which
+this
+comparison had thrown him. The other guests were retiring to their
+rooms; Edwin distinctly recognized the different voices as they bade
+each other good night, and learned by the uniform double step, that the
+brothers Thaddäus and Matthäus occupied the room on his right, while
+that on his left was assigned to the fat landed proprietor. His right
+hand neighbors were perfectly quiet, and if their thoughts were as much
+alike as their faces, they could not have profited by any exchange. The
+stout gentleman was more troublesome. After spending half an hour in
+undressing, during which he whistled, muttered to himself, and several
+times, as if recollecting some story he had heard in the evening, burst
+into a roar of laughter, he at last threw himself on his bed so
+heavily, that it creakingly threatened to break under the burden, and
+almost instantly began to snore so persistently, and in such a variety
+of tones, that Edwin, who had been about to undress, renounced all idea
+of doing so and determined to spend the night in an arm-chair at the
+open window.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But even this became at last unendurable, and moreover the
+moist breath
+of the fountain allured him out into the silent night. He left the room
+without his hat and soon descended the little staircase and opened the
+door, which he found fastened with only a light bolt.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The courtyard lay as silent and deserted in the faint
+glimmering
+moonlight, as the garden on the opposite side. In order to reach the
+latter, he was obliged to pass around the whole wing, the stables, and
+the servant's rooms. As he glided by the little windows, he saw a dim
+light twinkling in one and involuntarily paused before it. He could
+look into a narrow chamber, where a young girl was sleeping, not in her
+bed, but on a stool before a low table, with her head leaning against
+the wall. A lantern beside her revealed her round, pretty face and
+graceful figure. She did not seem to have fallen asleep over her work,
+but while waiting for something or some one. The step pausing before
+her window roused her. She started up, hastily pushed her hair back
+from her forehead, and exclaimed as if still half asleep: &quot;Is it you,
+Your Excellency?&quot; Suddenly seeming to distinguish the strange face, she
+uttered a low exclamation, and upset the lantern. Then all was still.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin walked on, wondering which of his table companions was
+the happy
+man expected. But when he passed through the courtyard gate into the
+park, all these thoughts vanished, and the magic of the silent night
+took complete possession of his senses.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He rested for some time on a bench near the fountain, cooling
+his hot
+brow in the spray that filled the air around him; then walked aimlessly
+down the principal avenue, and at last plunged into the more secluded
+portions of the park, where only a faint glimmer of moonlight pierced
+through the branches of the tall trees. Neatly kept paths ran in
+various directions, here and there stood a bench, a summer house, an
+umbrella-like tent, all tokens that the wanderer was not in the wild
+forest. Even the stream he now found, flowed between low, regularly
+formed banks, and was crossed at intervals by small bridges. Edwin
+turned into the narrow gravel walk beside the noiseless water, but the
+brook suddenly made a wide curve and ran under a high palisade, which
+surrounded a pond. At this spot the woods were less dense, and the
+stars were mirrored in the smooth surface of the little lake. Edwin
+walked around the enclosure, hoping to find an entrance. He thought of
+a bath here was tempting, and he saw at the end of the pond, under some
+tall shrubbery, a little building that was evidently used for this
+purpose. But a small entrance gate, which after some search he at last
+found, was securely locked, and he was about to give up his intention
+and return to the path, when he perceived a place in the palisade where
+the stakes stood so far apart that a deer, in case of necessity, could
+pass through. Urged on by his desire to bathe, he endeavored to widen
+the hole, and at last with some difficulty, succeeded in forcing his
+way through the opening.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He now went directly to the little building, but found it
+locked. The
+shore here, which was overgrown with bushes and marshy plants, was not
+suitable for bathing, but the opposite side, where a meadow sloped
+gently down to the water, seemed very well adapted to the purpose, and
+he bent his steps toward it. A feeling of strange delight stole over
+him, as he walked on through the soft night air, beside the still, dark
+water, from which no sound was heard save the melancholy croaking of a
+frog. A few tall trees stood at the end of the little lake, and some
+low bushes clustered around their roots. He determined to undress
+behind this natural screen.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But he had not even commenced, when he saw on the opposite
+shore dark
+figures approaching along the path by which he himself had come. As
+they neared the palisade, he also heard low voices, which grew more
+audible as they reached the little gate. Directly after a key rattled
+in the lock, and he saw two muffled figures enter the enclosure, which
+was lighted by the moonbeams--female figures wrapped in long black
+cloaks with hoods--who, after securing the gate behind them, turned
+toward the little bathing house.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He fairly gasped for breath, and began to consider whether he
+should
+have time and opportunity to retreat unobserved through the opening in
+the fence. But this seemed to be a dangerous venture. From the spot
+where he stood, to the low bushes that grew along the enclosure,
+there was not a tree or shrub to conceal him. And if he should be
+discovered--in what a light would his nocturnal entrance into this
+carefully guarded precinct appear!</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But before he could think of any other expedient, all time for
+reflection was over. The door of the bathing house was opened and a
+slender white figure, whose unbound hair fell over her arms and
+shoulders, appeared on the upper step of the little flight of stairs
+that led into the lake. She raised her head and looked up for a moment
+toward the night sky, which had become slightly overcast, then let the
+bathing cloak wrapped around her fall, and stooped to the water to wet
+her forehead and breast, the next instant she sprang down the steps,
+disappeared a few seconds and then, shaking her dripping locks, rose to
+the surface.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Her companion appeared at the doorway and called out to her,
+Edwin
+could not distinguish her words but the bather replied in a smothered
+voice. Then both were silent. The swimmer divided the water with long,
+steady strokes, at intervals raising her head and shoulders above the
+surface to shake back the thick hair from her brow. Her face looked
+dazzling white in the dim light of the setting moon, but the middle of
+the pond, to which she had swum, was too far from the trees on the
+meadow, for any one standing there to obtain a distinct view of her
+features. Thus the mysterious nixie swam up and down the lake ten or
+twelve times, in the profoundest silence. Her companion had retired to
+the little house, and none but she seemed to be breathing in the forest
+solitude. Not a zephyr stirred the surface of the pond, not a leaf fell
+from the trees; the croaking of the frog had ceased; only at intervals,
+when the swimmer made a quick turn the water rippled audibly and the
+rushes along the shore swayed to and fro.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At last she seemed to grow weary, and lying on her back,
+floated for a
+time in a circle, so that only a little of the pale face appeared above
+the water. While so doing she came so near the shore, that the watcher
+behind the boughs could see the delicate white outline of the profile
+relieved against the dark water, and distinctly perceived how the eyes,
+raised quietly toward the night heavens, flashed with a peculiar light.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He had not doubted from the first moment the identity of the
+swimmer,
+and his heart leaped into his throat, as he recognized again the never
+to be forgotten face.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Finally as if the lake wished to draw the motionless figure
+down into
+its depths, the head sank lower and lower in the noiseless waves, as if
+resting on the softest pillows. At last the water rushed and whirled
+around the sinking form; she hastily turned and with powerful strokes
+swam back toward the steps.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Her companion was waiting, holding in her hands a large white
+linen
+cloak, which she threw over the swimmer as she ascended the stairs. The
+next moment both disappeared within the little house. The door, it is
+true, remained half open, but in the darkness it was impossible to
+distinguish anything within.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Ten minutes more elapsed, then the two muffled figures again
+appeared
+and proceeding to the gate of the enclosure, opened it, relocked it,
+and then retired along the foot path by which they had come.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A long time passed ere the secret witness of this scene left
+the spot
+through the hole in the enclosure of the pond. As soon as he found
+himself alone, he had instantly plunged into the waves, but it scarcely
+calmed the strange tumult in his blood. As the rising night-wind now
+tossed his wet hair and blew against his breast, it seemed as if
+instead of cooling him, it was trying to fan the glimmering sparks in
+the ashes of his memory.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He started at the thought and involuntarily paused, as
+something warned
+him not to return to the castle. &quot;No,&quot; he said to himself, &quot;that would
+be too cowardly, too pitiful. Four years, four such happy years--could
+I again be the old defenceless fool? And all for a pair of white arms
+and two nixie eyes? What power would man have over his own soul if the
+forces of nature could never be successfully battled against? No, brave
+heart, we will not evade the struggle.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He returned to the courtyard gate, after a long stroll in the
+park,
+which had thoroughly exhausted him. It was about two o'clock in the
+morning; the light in the countess' rooms was extinguished. Just as he
+was about to enter, he saw a man step cautiously out of the door of the
+room where the young girl slept and linger on the threshold a moment,
+as if to bid some one farewell. The doorway was in the shadow and the
+moon had set, yet as the late visitor now hurried past the buildings
+with elastic steps and then cautiously groped his way to the wing,
+Edwin distinctly recognized young Count Gaston; so the &quot;endless
+yearning&quot; which ennobled him, did not seem to prevent him from
+condescending to adventures which <i>had</i> a beginning, a middle, and an
+end.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER VI.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">The noise Edwin's next neighbor, the fat landed proprietor,
+made in
+preparing for the hunt, roused our friend early the next morning from a
+sound sleep. He was obliged to reflect a moment to remember where he
+was, and that the events of the previous day had not been mere dreams;
+then he hastily threw on his clothes and followed the servant who came
+to ask if he could be of any assistance, into the great hall on the
+ground floor, where the breakfast table was laid.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It was about seven o'clock; the day was dull and cloudy, and a
+damp
+wind indicated rain. But the cheerful bustle in the courtyard, the
+noise of horses and dogs, the shouts and exclamations of huntsmen and
+servants prevented any feeling of depression from seizing the guests.
+Besides the remainder of the company who gradually assembled in the
+hall, congratulated each other on the excellent hunting weather which
+had mitigated the heat of the preceding day. The chevalier alone begged
+to be excused from taking any share in the day's entertainment. &quot;The
+only hunting he likes,&quot; whispered Count Gaston to Edwin, &quot;is the
+pursuit of yellow gold.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Polish colonel, on the contrary, was full of sportsmanlike
+enthusiasm, and related with the utmost seriousness, incredible
+stories, at which the fat landed proprietor burst into roars of
+laughter; but the brothers von der Wende did not seem any wider awake
+in the morning, than they had appeared the preceding evening.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Neither the little doctor, nor any of the other household
+officers
+appeared; but to make amends a plain old man with thin parchment-like
+features and calm grey eyes arrived, and joined the gentlemen but
+without sharing in the breakfast. Gaston introduced him to Edwin as the
+head ranger. A slight curl of the corners of the mouth under the heavy
+yellow moustache, told our friend what a correct estimation of himself
+as an amateur sportsman, had been formed by this old master of the
+noble game.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Their host appeared at last, greeted every one with
+monosyllabic
+cordiality, and then approached the stranger.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I thank you, Herr Doctor,&quot; said he, &quot;for giving me the
+pleasure of
+your company on our hunt, though you told me yesterday you were no
+sportsman. You've only to say whether you'll accompany us on horseback,
+or whether you prefer to drive in a light carriage over the beautiful
+road that leads through the forest to the ranger's house, which is the
+general <i>rendezvous</i> and where, after the hunt is over, lunch will be
+served.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Unless you happen to have in your stable a descendant of
+Gellert's
+grey, I must decide in favor of the carriage,&quot; replied Edwin smiling.
+The count nodded carelessly, leaving it uncertain whether his knowledge
+of horses extended back so far, and gave an order to the groom. He
+seemed even more absent minded and gloomy than on the evening before,
+busied himself in adjusting his hunting suit, and from time to time
+glanced at his watch. &quot;It's getting late,&quot; he said to the head ranger,
+who had risen and was quietly awaiting his master's orders. &quot;The
+countess doesn't usually keep us waiting.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At this moment the butler appeared at the door, and said: &quot;Her
+ladyship
+is descending.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Eh bien</i>, gentlemen, if you please, we'll set out, and good
+luck to
+our sport.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He hastily led the way into the ante-room, followed by the
+rest of the
+company. In spite of the cloudy morning, the staircase was light enough
+to make it easy to distinguish faces, even on the landing above. Edwin
+was the last who entered the hall; he trembled and was forced to pause
+on the threshold and close his eyes; everything was whirling around
+him. When he opened them again, he saw a slender female figure
+descending the broad marble steps, holding the train of her green
+velvet dress under her left arm, and resting her right hand lightly on
+the banister. Count Gaston was walking beside her, and a huntsman,
+holding his plumed hat in his hand, followed. She wore a little green
+velvet cap with a long grey veil, and her hair was simply dressed in
+wide braids. All this Edwin could observe at leisure, as she was
+talking to her companion and thus kept her head averted. She now
+reached the lower landing and with a graceful movement turned toward
+her husband, who welcomed her with knightly courtesy. She nodded a good
+morning to him and her face was quite devoid of expression as she
+raised her hand to her hunting cap to salute the rest of the party. At
+this moment her foot caught in the folds of her riding habit, she
+stumbled, turned pale, and with a gesture of alarm and a half
+suppressed cry fell back into the arms of Gaston and the huntsman, who
+had hastily sprung forward.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She could not have hurt herself seriously, yet it was at least
+five
+minutes, ere, with the assistance of the two men, she again stood
+erect, with a face whose ghostly pallor seemed scarcely warranted by
+the little fright she had had. The other guests had rushed up to offer
+their very unnecessary services, and Edwin and the head ranger alone
+remained in their former places.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It's nothing,&quot; they now heard the countess say. &quot;I slipped
+and grew
+dizzy for a moment. I thank you, gentlemen.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She bowed with a winning smile to the company and then,
+leaning on
+Gaston's arm, slowly descended the rest of the stairs. When they
+approached the main entrance to the castle, beside which Edwin was
+standing, she started as if she could not believe her eyes.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I have the pleasure of presenting to you an old acquaintance,
+my dear
+wife,&quot; said the count--&quot;the Herr Doctor Edwin, who has been our guest
+since yesterday; an accidental meeting at the railway station--he's
+taking a little pedestrian tour--I knew it would give you pleasure.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She did not answer immediately; her eyes were fixed upon Edwin
+but her
+expression was undefinable. &quot;Is it really you?&quot; she said at last,
+suddenly recalling her self-control. &quot;It's delightful to see you again.
+I thank you,&quot; she continued turning to her husband. &quot;But why did you
+wait until today--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It was late in the evening when we arrived. You don't usually
+appear
+at that hour.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;True,&quot; she answered with an absent smile. &quot;However, I might
+perhaps
+have made an exception for the sake of an old acquaintance. You're very
+welcome, Herr Doctor, I hope you'll remain our guest for some time.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She had removed her glove and now held out her hand to Edwin,
+who,
+stammering a few incoherent words, pressed his lips upon it in great
+embarrassment. Then she turned to the other gentlemen, addressing a few
+courteous words to each. It was impossible to discover whether the
+sight of her old friend had made any deep impression upon her. But
+Edwin couldn't take his eyes from her face. When Count Gaston passed
+him and whispered: &quot;Well? Did I say too much?&quot; his only answer was a
+forced smile. He was ashamed of himself when he thought how stiff and
+ill at ease he must appear, not to others but in her eyes. But there
+seemed to be a spell upon him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She had walked out to the flight of steps which led down into
+the
+courtyard, where the head groom was holding the bridle of a beautiful
+English horse which wore a lady's saddle. When it saw its mistress
+approaching, it turned its head toward her with a joyful neigh and
+impatiently pawed the ground. The countess paused a moment, patted the
+animal's neck and let it take a piece of sugar out of her hand. Then
+she prepared to mount, but when her foot was already in the stirrup,
+she drew back again.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I see I can't ride to-day,&quot; she said carelessly. &quot;My foot is
+still
+lame from the mis-step I made.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If that's the case,&quot; replied the count, &quot;don't tax it. The
+stag will
+lead us a long distance to-day; it's the old one we chased last year,
+but which finally escaped. I've ordered the hunting carriage for the
+Herr Doctor. Perhaps it will be pleasant for you--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Certainly,&quot; she carelessly interrupted, without looking at
+Edwin. &quot;We
+can drive to the ranger's house together. I'll take Jean with me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The lad, evidently proud of this preference, stepped forward
+from the
+crowd of footmen, hurried toward the carriage, which stood a little
+apart, behind the saddle horses and hounds, sprang on the box, and
+taking the reins drove skillfully through the groups of huntsmen and
+idle grooms to the steps.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You shall witness my skill as a charioteer,&quot; said the
+countess in a
+jesting tone to Edwin, who had hastily approached. &quot;Don't be afraid; I
+know how responsible science would hold me if I should upset one of her
+votaries.&quot; Then she entered the carriage and took the reins and whip;
+Edwin followed her, and urging on the beautiful animals she guided the
+light carriage through the gate of the courtyard into the wide forest
+avenue.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Her attention seemed to be entirely occupied with the horses;
+for the
+first ten minutes at least she did not turn her eyes away from them or
+utter a word. &quot;How beautiful this forest is,&quot; said Edwin at last. She
+smiled and then nodded gravely, but was still silent. She evidently had
+not heard what he said. So he had plenty of leisure to watch her, and
+was compelled to acknowledge that her beauty had really gained some
+mysterious charm. The face was longer, the nose seemed to have
+lengthened and the eyes to have grown larger and darker, but her smile
+was no longer the same. It was not that strangely wearied sad smile,
+that appears when we are too proud to show we have cause to weep, but
+something far more mournful; a strange, fierce, implacable expression
+hovered around the lips, the expression that a face might wear after a
+heavy life storm in which every hope has perished, or when madness is
+approaching. Edwin was overwhelmed with an emotion of such deep sorrow,
+that after his fruitless attempt to break the ice, he remained
+perfectly silent. The air was still and oppressive, a few solitary
+drops fell, but there was no steady rain; not a bird moved in the
+forest, no human being met them; only from the distance they
+occasionally heard sounds from the hunting party, the barking of a dog
+and the thud of horses' hoofs, which at last died away in the forest.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The road led through the village at the foot of the mountain.
+Peasant
+women with their children stood in the doorways as they passed, and
+eagerly greeted the young countess. A very young woman with a baby
+stepped directly before them. Toinette stopped a moment, lifted the
+rosy-cheeked little creature into the carriage, kissed it and asked the
+mother various questions concerning it. When she gave it back to her
+again, a crowd of village children had collected, who all held out
+their little hands and cried good morning. The countess gave the oldest
+a handful of shining silver. &quot;You must divide it, Hans,&quot; said she.
+&quot;Give something to each. But you must be good and go to school
+regularly.&quot; The mothers came forward and thanked her in the name of the
+little people. The next moment the horses moved forward again, and they
+left the village behind them.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;They love you very dearly here,&quot; said Edwin.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I can't help it,&quot; she replied. &quot;It's easy to seem like a
+divinity to
+these poor people, if we merely treat them kindly. But if the gods have
+no other happiness than that of being idolized, they're really not to
+be envied.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Then they were both silent again. They had left the wide
+highway and
+turned into a narrower road, where the carriage rolled noiselessly over
+the soft earth. Meantime the sky had grown darker, and a fine warm
+summer rain was beginning to sprinkle their faces. Suddenly Toinette
+stopped the horses.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If it will be agreeable to you,&quot; said she, &quot;let's get out and
+walk a
+little way on foot. We shall reach the ranger's house too early even
+then.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He sprang out and offered her his arm, which she only touched
+with the
+tips of her fingers. Jean, who was holding the reins, asked if the
+countess would like an umbrella. &quot;Why?&quot; she asked. &quot;It's scarcely
+raining at all. Or yes, take it out of the case, the Herr Doctor will
+be kind enough to open it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;May I offer you my arm, Countess?&quot; said Edwin.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Again she did not seem to hear him, but stood gazing into the
+dark,
+silent forest, as if lost in thought. Then she shook back her
+hair--Edwin involuntarily thought of the scene in the park the night
+before--and took his arm. &quot;Come,&quot; she said quietly. &quot;Open the umbrella.
+Doesn't this remind you of something? Haven't we walked together in the
+rain before? To be sure, it was a long time ago, a whole life lies
+between. Don't you think I have altered very much?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Certainly. You've accomplished the seemingly impossible; you
+have
+become yet more beautiful.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She looked at him quietly, almost sternly. &quot;Promise me not to
+say such
+a thing again. It doesn't become you, and it wounds me. And don't
+address me as 'countess.' I don't know whether I can still venture to
+call you 'dear friend' as in old times; but I shouldn't like to have
+you treat me precisely the same as an ordinary acquaintance. No, I've
+grown old, much older than you suppose, so old that I often think I've
+outlived myself, and you must perceive that too. But we won't talk
+about that. Only tell me, why did you come here? I knew you would come
+sometime; If I'd not been sure of it, who knows whether I should still
+be alive! And yet it took me by surprise; for I could never imagine
+what was to bring you to me again, after all that--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She hesitated. He frankly told her of his interview with
+Marquard, and
+that his old interest in her had been vividly awakened by the news that
+she was only separated from him by a two hours' drive.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, no,&quot; she said as if to herself, &quot;that was not it, you
+don't tell
+me all. But as you please; I am weaned from wishing to know things that
+are concealed from me. They're rarely pleasant. The more we get to the
+bottom of people and things, the uglier they seem to us. Enough, you're
+here, and I'm delighted to see you again, though at first I was as much
+startled as if your ghost had appeared. More than once--on lonely walks
+and in large assemblies--I've fancied I saw you just as you stood in
+the hall below me, but it was only a freak of memory. You've not
+changed in the least. If I could only forget these four years a moment,
+I could fancy we were again walking beside the carp pond and I was
+telling you Toinette Marchand's story. Those were pleasant times.&quot; Then
+suddenly adopting a totally different tone, she continued:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I heard you were married. Your wife was one of your old
+pupils. Have
+you any children? No? That's a pity. Although, if nothing else is
+wanting--! Tell me about your wife. But no, what can be learned from a
+description? one can merely mention traits of character. One's real
+nature is indescribable. You must bring her to me some day, will you?&quot;
+He nodded silently; but he knew that he should never do so.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You've had a child and lost it,&quot; he said after a pause. &quot;How
+much you
+must have suffered!&quot; She suddenly stopped and let his arm fall.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>More than any human being suspects!</i>&quot; she said with great
+emphasis,
+laying a stress upon every syllable. &quot;Let's say nothing about it. And
+yet, why may I not speak of it to you, the only person I know who can
+even understand what that anguish was, and also the only one who will
+not be cruel enough to say: 'it served you right,' and you would have
+more reason to say so than any other human being!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She cast a backward glance toward the carriage, which was
+moving slowly
+along about twenty paces behind them.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Please shut the umbrella,&quot; she said in a low tone. &quot;I'm so
+warm, the
+damp air does me good. Dear friend, how often I've wished to be able to
+talk with you so. I thought everything would then be easier. Although
+in my hardest trials I should not have been able to show myself, even
+to you, exactly as I was. I did not like to confess the truth to
+myself; I dreaded to look in the glass, as if it were written on my
+brow and I must die of shame if I read it. Now--when everything is
+past--even the guilt, which I could not help--I only think of it all as
+a great misfortune, the greatest that can befal a woman. You said I
+must have suffered deeply when the child died. What will you think of
+me, when I tell you--that I suffered as long as it lived, and ceased to
+suffer when I lost it!</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It sounds horrible, does it not? And yet it is literally
+true. You'll
+think me an unnatural mother, and you're right. But can I help it, that
+I was born with this unnatural disposition, that everything which makes
+others happy becomes a torture to me?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're silent, dear friend. But what could you say? We should
+draw a
+veil over that which is contrary to nature, and turn away. You were
+also silent, in the olden time when I informed you through Balder, why
+I must unfortunately live my life an exceptional creature; an unhappy
+variety of the species. At first your silence wounded me deeply; I
+thought, a friend ought not to make us suffer so keenly for what is not
+our fault. Afterwards I saw that you were right to act as the heavenly
+powers:</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p class="t1" style="text-indent:-6px">&quot;'Then leave him to his punishment,<br>
+Vengeance for ev'ry earthly sin is sent.'</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="continue">&quot;You remember the reading? 'the sins of the parents upon the
+children
+unto the third and fourth generations'?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He stood still. &quot;I don't understand a single word you're
+saying, my
+dear friend. What? You sent by Balder--but do you not know that the
+conversation he had with you, or rather with the count, was the last
+that he ever held? And you told him--what? What, for God's sake?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He had seized her hand and pressed it violently. &quot;Toinette,
+speak, tell
+me all. What is done and cannot be undone will at least be more
+endurable if it is purged of all which the rude hand of malicious
+chance may have mingled with it. You've misunderstood me; I now learn
+this for the first time, and I have also misunderstood you. Speak,
+speak--what thread did death sever, that would have guided us out of
+the labyrinth into the right path?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She shook her head. &quot;Who knows? even if my message had reached
+you, you
+would not have solved the problem! Of what use would it be? Can a heart
+incapable of love become more lovable if you learn that it has very
+natural reasons for being contrary to nature? A whim, a fit of
+obstinacy, a childish caprice--a refractory character like Katharine
+the shrew is not hopeless, since we need not once for all make a cross
+against it and go our way. But the child of a forced love, the fruit of
+a girl's bartered life--what can be hoped for, what aid can avail in
+such a case?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And this--this is what I should have learned if my poor
+Balder had
+survived that day. Oh! eternal Gods!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes indeed,&quot; she nodded with a bitter smile. &quot;I thought you
+would have
+taken pity on the poor monster and have borne with her for a time. I
+hoped so for three days. Then, as I said, I thought: 'he's right'--and
+came here with the old countess.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Horrible!&quot; he exclaimed, wiping his brow, on which drops of
+cold
+perspiration were standing. &quot;And so I--none other than myself--blind
+and unsuspecting as I was--and your letter, which I did not
+understand--the three days respite--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Calm yourself, my friend. It's not your fault; the threads of
+fate
+were too delicately spun. Even if you had come, who knows whether I
+might not still be here? True, if I had known then, what I know now--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What, Toinette, what!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She hesitated a moment, then with closed eyes and her delicate
+brows
+contracted in an expression almost threatening in its sternness, said
+slowly and softly: &quot;That my womanly nature would some day awake, that
+the hour would come when, like every other lonely creature I should
+long for a happy love--and that I then should belong to a man, of whom
+my soul knows nothing, and who would force me to drain to the dregs the
+sorrowful cup that broke my mother's heart!&quot; She sank down upon a moss
+covered stone beside the road, and buried her face in her hands.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin stood before her; he did not feel the rain, which now
+began to
+fall in heavy drops, did not pick up her gloves, which had slipped from
+her lap and lay on the wet ground; he made no reply to little Jean's
+question whether he should close the carriage, except to wave the
+intruder away with his hand. All his thoughts were absorbed in the one
+emotion of pity he felt for the woman once so deeply loved, who across
+the gulf of years had suddenly once more approached so near him, as if
+naught had even come between them.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My poor dear friend,&quot; he faltered at last, &quot;be calm, compose
+yourself,
+you're no longer alone. I am here, I--&quot; His voice died away. How false
+and powerless was everything he could say. Toinette suddenly rose,
+shook back her hair, as we do when reminded that we must hold up our
+heads, and said with a forced smile:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I believe we're getting wet. The little discomforts of life
+have their
+use; they cause annoyance and compel a division even in the midst of
+great sorrow. Give me your arm again, and open the umbrella. Ten paces
+farther on is a beech wood, where the foliage is so thick that we might
+quietly await a deluge. To be sure, my velvet dress is ruined, and I'm
+not yet 'duchess' enough not to regret it. However, it can be replaced.
+If there were nothing else--but come, come, you're standing as still as
+a statue.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He mechanically obeyed, surprised at the sudden change in her
+expression, and they walked on a short distance farther. &quot;Yes, indeed,&quot;
+she said as if to herself, &quot;in other things too, I might take my
+present equals in rank for a pattern. It's very bad style to have any
+feelings at all, especially to speak of them, and to trouble old
+friends with them. But you must be lenient. I exhausted these
+aristocratic expedients long ago; pride is a weapon, but a two edged
+sword, as it were, a shield that pierces the arm with its sharp edges.
+Now my heart, which is not thoroughly aristocratic, has run away with
+me again. And for what do we have friends, except to abuse them? But
+we'll be sensible and talk of more cheerful things. Your friend
+Marquard, for instance, what do you really think of him? He has such
+contradictory traits of character, that he resembles people with one
+blue and one black eye, we never know which is of the right color. So
+he too in the same moment is grave and frivolous, honest and not to be
+trusted. A singular combination.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin made no reply, he did not seem to have heard what she
+said. After
+a long pause, during which he had gazed intently into vacancy, he
+suddenly exclaimed: &quot;And the child--your child? If your womanly nature
+awoke too late, were you not a mother soon enough to at least find
+consolation in that?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh! my friend,&quot; she replied, relapsing into her former tone,
+&quot;these
+are strange, sad mysteries. This child--I might perhaps have been able
+to reconcile myself to the way in which I became its mother, but
+unfortunately it looked so much like its father that it reminded me
+with a thrill of horror, at what a price I had obtained it. Pray spare
+me the memory of the time when, each day, I asked myself whether I
+could endure to remain longer in this world! There are mothers who care
+little for their children and would rather dance or flirt, than be
+troubled with the charge of them. I--with my freshly aroused need of
+loving, of pressing something close to my heart--rose every day with
+the resolve to live only for the child; but when I approached its
+cradle and saw its delicate, cold, aristocratic little face, with the
+eyelids often half closed like its father's--I could not overcome my
+repugnance, could not hug and kiss it, rejoice in its innocent voice
+and baby ways. I sat beside it as if petrified, and it seemed as if I
+could read my doom in its features, as if the silent little mouth said:
+'Mother; why have you done this, why have you sold yourself, profaned
+yourself without love? Now I shall atone for your sin, as you did for
+that of your mother, who at least did not commit it of her own free
+will.' And then, when it died, and I saw it lying before me in the
+coffin, with the haughty pale little lips distorted, the eyes so
+pitifully sunken--oh! my friend, it was strange that I did not fall
+lifeless beside it. Do you know how terrible it is, when a dead body
+seems to say: 'I've died to make room for you, we two cannot exist and
+breathe the same air?' No more! Oh! it drives me mad--even now, when I
+think of it for a single moment.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He felt how wearily she tottered on by his side, leaning
+heavily on his
+arm; for a moment it seemed as if she were unable to stand erect; her
+eyes closed, and her lips parted like one fainting. But the emotion
+soon passed away. She drew a long breath, paused and looked at him with
+a calm but sorrowful face.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No doubt you remember,&quot; she began, &quot;how on our excursion to
+Charlottenburg we were engaged in a similar grave conversation, and how
+I, in my inexperience, said it would not be difficult for a person to
+give up the business of life, if he could not pay his expenses or
+became totally bankrupt? You almost agreed, but adopted a different
+phraseology and replied: 'that when we could neither be useful nor give
+pleasure to ourselves or others, we might be permitted to leave our
+post.' Well, I've advanced successfully so far that, without boasting,
+I may be permitted to include myself among these chosen few. I could
+leave a legacy to the village children, the only persons to whom I can
+sometimes give pleasure, and the others who would perhaps miss me for
+three days after the last honors were paid to my remains, must become
+accustomed to it. But you see, dear friend, the most annoying part of
+misfortune is, that it makes even a brave soul weak and womanish. Day
+follows day, each adds its own contribution to the burden we bear, our
+shoulders grow hard, and the heart becomes callous. How often I've
+thought of Hamlet's soliloquy. But though he studied philosophy at
+Wittenberg, and I've only received a few lessons from you--I know
+better than he how the 'native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with
+the pale cast of thought.' It's 'just the fear of something after
+death;' what makes us cowardly, is the fear that the most delightful
+portion of the feast of life will come after we have left the hall to
+sleep away all weariness and sorrow. Perhaps it is childish, but I
+never rise in the morning without hoping for some unexpected event that
+might deliver me. There are countless pleasures on earth--am I the only
+person to whom none are allotted? Must I alone never say--now I can die
+in peace, for I know why I have lived?' Well to-day I'm glad that I
+didn't lose patience, but lived on, though every evening found the hope
+of the morning withered and dead. To-day I rose with a heavier heart
+than ever, and only determined to join the hunting party because I said
+to myself: 'sometime your horse will have more sense than you have
+courage, and will throw you off and break your neck.' And then I saw
+you--or your ghost, as I at first thought--standing among the people
+who have acted as mutes in the farce of my life; then I at last felt
+that for which I have always longed, a joy, a great, strong, real
+joy--only at first it was too strong and overcame me. I'm entirely out
+of practice in being happy.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My poor friend,&quot; paid Edwin deeply agitated, &quot;you will, you
+must get
+into practice again. How happy I should be, if I could only succeed in
+reconciling you to your life? True, I'm still too much of a stranger
+here to fully understand the circumstances in which you are placed; but
+my short acquaintance with your husband has disclosed nothing which
+should make your estrangement irreconcilable. You know, and even the
+greatest stranger must see, what a deep grief it is to him that he has
+lost you, though you are his wife. He seems--whatever else he may
+lack--to be a gentleman, whom only the false and shallow education of
+his class has prevented from making something more of himself. I should
+think, if you only desired it that for a fond glance, a kind word from
+you he would do the most unprecedented things. Can you blame him for
+surrounding himself with such society, if you deny him yours? Perhaps
+the very bitterness that has come between you, has served to sink him
+into a still lower depth. Now you've only to give him your little
+finger, and I think you could lead him a long distance up the heights,
+so high that these 'mutes' could not climb after you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Are you in earnest?&quot; she asked looking quietly at him. &quot;But
+why
+shouldn't you believe all this. You've not lived with this man. Did I
+know, myself, four years ago, that nothing is more hopeless than what
+you call a gentleman? To be sure, in your sense, as you and your
+friends are--where the inability to do anything unworthy arises from
+your nature and the honest desire not to mar humanity--! But where the
+point in question is only not to offend his consciousness of rank--oh!
+my dear friend, I could tell you something that would arouse your
+indignation, and yet to do it was not derogatory to the honor of a
+certain 'gentleman.' No, no, it's very noble in you to persuade me to
+do what is kind, but I'm very sorry I can make no use of your good
+advice. When the hand has been cut off, you can't heal the stump with a
+blister. That cut has severed the joint. Such a mutilated relation--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At this moment they heard the beat of a horse's hoofs on the
+forest
+road behind them, and, looked back to distinguish the rider, who was
+approaching at a rapid trot. &quot;Who's that!&quot; said Toinette, &quot;the doctor?
+I'll wager he's following us, because he'll have no rest till he
+discovers on what terms we stand toward each other. He's no gentleman,
+and has never made any pretensions to being one. His highest idea, his
+ambition, and his god, is prudence, which, of course, turns around no
+other point than his own miserable advantage. He instantly sees the
+weakest side of every man just as in his capacity of doctor, he
+searches for the seat of disease, and treats him accordingly. Of course
+he hates me; for physically I'm in such perfect health, that his skill
+is lost upon me, and whatever else I lack, is inaccessible to his
+diagnosis, while he knows I see through him. Beware of him. Even his
+frankness is only cunning calculation. Well, Doctor,&quot; she called to the
+approaching horseman, &quot;have you decided to join the hunt after all?
+You'll just be in at the death.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The rider, with a powerful hand, checked his steaming horse
+directly
+before the countess and respectfully raising his oddly shaped
+broad-brimmed hat, answered: &quot;Her Excellency is fond of joking. I'm
+known to have an aversion to the shedding of blood, except in my trade.
+My motive for riding my brown horse out of breath is a diplomatic
+mission, on which no one but myself sent me, but which, as a loyal
+servant to my employers, I must discharge.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To the point. Doctor, to the point! You're interrupting a
+very
+interesting conversation. So--?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then I almost regret having undertaken the mission,&quot; replied
+the
+little man with an imperceptible expression of sarcastic mischief
+hovering around his withered lips. &quot;Their Highnesses the Prince and
+Princess, with a train of followers of high and low degree, arrived an
+hour ago on their way to Italy, whither His Highness Prince Batároff
+accompanies them. They greatly regretted not finding the family at home
+but as they intend to spend the night at the castle, strictly forbade
+that any messenger should be sent to the ranger's house to announce
+their arrival. The princess instantly retired to the room she occupied
+on her previous visits, and the distinguished gentlemen will amuse
+themselves by shooting at a target, as they're too tired to follow the
+hunt. I thought therefore the countess might perhaps desire to receive
+the news at once. If I was mistaken, it's the same as if I'd said
+nothing. No one at the castle knows what road I took.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A slight shadow had darkened Toinette's beautiful face. &quot;Why
+to-day!&quot;
+she murmured to herself, then with a slight bend of her head to the
+officious messenger, she added aloud: &quot;Very well, Doctor, I thank you.
+Ride on to the ranger's house, but let your horse have time to breathe.
+It's not at all necessary for you to overtake the hunting party, until
+the gentlemen have had time to breakfast quietly; do you understand?
+With me, of course, it's rather a different matter. I shall return
+immediately. Adieu, Doctor. You've again shown what a diplomat is lost
+in you; perhaps Prince Batároff can help you to a career in Russia.
+I'll recommend you to him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The little gentleman bowed with a constrained smile, evidently
+not
+feeling exactly flattered, as he probably detected an under current of
+meaning in the words, then for the first time greeted Edwin with a wave
+of the hand, and, as his horse was already moving forward, drew his hat
+again over his high forehead, which despite the rain, he had bared.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The countess stood a moment lost in thought. Not until the
+doctor,
+whose horse had proceeded on a walk, had ridden a long distance into
+the forest, did she suddenly look up. &quot;Yes,&quot; she said, &quot;we're still
+here!&quot; Then turning to Edwin with a bitter smile: &quot;do you see how
+difficult it is for me to get into practice in the art of being happy?
+I'm not even allowed half a day with an old friend. Perhaps it's best
+not to accustom myself again to a kindly voice. My aristocratic
+sister-in-law--but you are not yet aware that the prince is my brother;
+I mean my father's son, though of course that is a profound family
+secret, which however everybody knows. I'm very fond of this brother,
+and on closer acquaintance confess I felt ashamed of the by no means
+flattering description I gave you of my princely admirer. You'll see
+that he's a thoroughly manly gentleman; dear me, he might become still
+more, but the cares of government his little wife imposes upon him,
+give him no time. I ought to say nothing about this ph&#339;nix, but put
+you to the test at once, though to be sure if she only stays one day,
+she'll bewitch you and give no time for the disenchantment which would
+surely ensue in the following twenty-four hours. Her character consists
+in having none at all and in knowing the fact; therefore every day she
+tries, with great expenditure of theatrical talent, to support a
+totally different <i>rôle</i>; to-day the artless, to-morrow the
+sentimental, the day after the heroic, always in every character a
+lovely little princess, spoiled by happiness and the world. My poor
+brother, who has some of my taste for the genuine, not only in luxury
+but in his intercourse with society, of course doesn't like these
+continual changes and deceptive appearances, and would even be unhappy
+if the charming fair-haired little juggler hadn't made him madly in
+love with her. Besides, there's yet another bond between them: in their
+leisure hours, between dinner and the theatre, both study theology.
+Nothing is more comical than to hear this child, amid the usual prattle
+of the drawing room, uttering long perorations about Calvinism and the
+guardianship of the Lord. You must broach the subject, it's worth the
+trouble. She's given me up, after long efforts at conversion. I made no
+secret of my godlessness and afterwards regretted it. How is she to
+understand why I repel with loathing and horror the thought that all I
+suffer is the work of an omniscient, omnipotent, and yet all merciful
+Father? If the elements of my nature, which debar me from happiness,
+have been found and united by a great blind dispensation of the course
+of the world, and I must go to ruin under this evil combination--it's a
+disagreeable, but not an unendurable thought. But a God-father, who,
+<i>de coeur leger</i>, or out of pedagogical wisdom, makes an unhappy
+creature like me wander about so sadly between heaven and earth, that
+he may afterwards, to make up for lost time, allow me some
+gratification in eternity--no, dear friend, all the aristocratic and
+plebeian theology in the world can't make this theory plausible to me.
+But come, we'll get into the carriage; I mustn't keep my guests
+waiting. The prohibition to inform us, was of course only a pretense.
+If we didn't come, they'd be very much vexed, as they would not believe
+any well trained servants would heed such a command.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">With these words, she walked rapidly toward the carriage,
+which Jean
+had already turned, and without waiting for Edwin's assistance, sprang
+lightly in. The latter remained standing beside the door.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Don't be angry with me, dearest friend,&quot; he said in a voice
+trembling
+with emotion, &quot;but I feel utterly unable to return with you now, to see
+strangers and unite in the light conversation of general society. Allow
+me to take leave of you for a few hours. It's an old uncivil habit,
+that only in complete solitude can I hear what my poor soul says to me
+on some occasions. The forest is so beautiful, and the rain has ceased;
+I'll wander hap-hazard through the thickets. This evening at any rate
+I'll be with you, in case you need me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I'll impose no restrictions upon your liberty,&quot; replied the
+beautiful
+woman, without turning her eyes from her horses' heads. &quot;You're right
+to avoid what's contrary to your nature and happy in being able to do
+so! But you'll compensate me for these lost hours to-morrow--day after
+to-morrow--the whole week. No; no objections! You want to restore me to
+the old habit of being happy, and it will not be done so very quickly.
+I've forgotten too much. Adieu, dear friend,--until this evening!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She cracked the whip Jean had handed to her, the tall lad in
+the green
+and silver livery sprang into the back seat, and away dashed the light
+carriage, as if the horses wished to doubly indemnify themselves for
+the unwelcome rest.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin stood still a long time watching the flutter of
+Toinette's grey
+veil, then with a heavy sigh, turned away and plunged into the network
+of paths leading from the high road.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER VII.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">So deep a silence reigned here, that when he paused, he
+fancied he
+could hear the sap rising through the trunks of the trees. The wind,
+which had brought the rain, had changed, the brightest summer sky
+arched over the cool forest. From the thicket of pines, a narrow path
+wound through large tracts of hilly beech woods, past which the hunt
+had rushed at so great a distance that the deer and hares had not been
+startled from their repose, and let the lonely pedestrian pass by with
+more curiosity than fear. But he scarcely disturbed them by a glance;
+his gaze was turned inward; he was questioning his own heart, yesterday
+so peaceful, and now agitated by a wild horde of painful thoughts.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He understood this impetuous heart well enough not to deceive
+himself a
+moment as regarded the nature of the storm within. So fixed was his
+habit of taking seriously everything he felt, and his honest endeavor
+never to spare or palliate anything pernicious in his nature, that even
+midst the indescribable confusion into which the last hour had plunged
+him, he said steadfastly to himself as soon as he was alone: &quot;You're
+lost, if you remain.&quot; He felt, with deep horror, how all that four
+years of the deepest, purest happiness had done to stifle the memory of
+his old struggles, was baffled in a single moment. He did not deceive
+himself about the matter, it was not commiseration for his friend's
+cheerless fate that burned so passionately in his soul. If he had found
+her radiant in happiness, pride and love, he would have felt no
+differently.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But to know she was unhappy and that in suffering this misery
+she had
+become a true woman, loving and needing love, that she clung to him and
+to his firm soul--as she thought it--as to a last stronghold, fanned
+the flames within him, and broke his resolute will.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">What he owed himself, himself and his pure, faithful, noble
+wife, rose
+so clearly in his mind amid all the confusion, that without shame, and
+in the firm conviction that nothing could avail against his final
+victory over these dark powers, he repeated Leah's name. He spoke to
+her as if she were walking beside him, as if he were telling her about
+his condition. &quot;No, child,&quot; said he, &quot;fear nothing for either of us. We
+shall never part, never, never! Only have patience with me; the
+elements are let loose and playing foot-ball with my heart. But
+such a heart, child, which you have taken in your keeping and drawn
+to you--no, it will not be thus played with long. If it is painful,
+dearest, this storm, this rending and tearing within--it will pass
+away, I hope, without your perceiving it. It's not true that we are
+helpless drops of water in the sea of passions. We can recollect
+ourselves, cling fast to what is right and good, like a mussel to the
+cliff from which no surge can tear it. To be sure, the cliff might
+totter, but the happiness we have found together is imperishable and I
+will cling to it. And yet--can it be the same as of old, if we are
+forced to remember how unhappy this poor woman will always be?&quot;--</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He lost himself in a dull reverie over the thought of what
+might be, if
+he had no duties, and need not consider any one except the woman who
+had clutched his hand like a person sinking in a bottomless gulf. If he
+had only found her so four years ago!</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Leah's image grew dim, he saw at this moment only the form of
+his
+first, lost love, as he had now found her again--a shudder ran through
+his frame, as he still felt the pressure of her hand on his arm, and
+thought of the dark lustre of her eyes and those lips which he had only
+once kissed on that drive through the moonlight. He smiled in the midst
+of his horror, and yet he could scarcely breathe, so heavily did the
+sultry atmosphere weigh upon his breast; without knowing what he did,
+he repeated two lines of one of Rückert's poems:</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p class="t1">The taper's dim and flickering light<br>
+She has re-kindled with her smile--</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="normal">So in happy wretchedness, forgetting where he was, he
+staggered through
+the dense forest. He felt as if he were wandering through a region far
+away from the world, where every thing that binds and separates human
+beings, all strictly drawn lines of duty, were abolished and overgrown
+by the wild luxuriance of the powers of nature, where a poor mortal
+wanders aimlessly about, and so long as he remains in the enchanted
+wilderness must give himself up to the sweet torture of hidden fires.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Several shots, which echoed in the distance, and the strange
+whining
+yelp of the hounds suddenly roused him from this bewilderment. He
+perceived that he was in danger of approaching within range of the
+hunt. For one moment he thought how little was needed to reduce the
+conflict in his mind to peace; a stray bullet--and all would be over.
+But he felt no temptation to provoke this solution, far less could he
+resolve to follow the track of human beings. He hastily bent his steps
+in the opposite direction and then once more allowed his movements to
+be directed by chance.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He had probably wandered to and fro for about an hour, when he
+entered
+one of the numerous paths only wide enough to permit the passage of the
+wood cutters' carts which intersected the forest in straight lines. He
+was about to cross it, and to plunge into the thicket on the opposite
+side, when a strange procession, approaching at a measured pace
+scarcely a gun shot from the spot, made him pause, in spite of his
+desire to shun the presence of man. First rode the little high
+shouldered doctor, holding an eager conversation with a huntsman who
+walked beside him. Behind them four peasants, who seemed to have been
+acting as beaters, carried a litter, on which, lying upon coverlets
+hastily rolled up into cushions, a stout figure was stretched, the
+upper part of the body, despite the uncomfortable position, in constant
+motion, the head turning first to the right and then to the left, and
+the arms employed in eager gesticulation. The rear of the train was
+closed by two horsemen, dressed exactly alike and mounted on horses of
+the same color, in whom Edwin already recognized the brothers Thaddäus
+and Matthäus von der Wende. They seemed, as usual, to be perfectly
+silent, but hung their heads sorrowfully, and in their wonderful
+resemblance to each other looked still more comical on horseback than
+on foot.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When the caravan had approached still nearer, Edwin saw that
+the
+shapeless struggling mass, under which the bearers gasped, was his
+neighbor of the preceding night, the fat landed-proprietor. The jovial
+gentleman who, in spite of a wide bandage around his left foot, was in
+excellent spirits and from time to time broke the deep silence of the
+forest with his roars of laughter, now turned on his couch, recognized
+the pedestrian and calling him by name, nodded kindly and beckoned him
+to approach. The bearers were very glad to set down the litter while
+Edwin listened to the story of the accident, which the stout gentleman
+related with much humor. He had taken his position under a large beech
+on the edge of an opening in the forest. The twin brothers, who even in
+hunting were inseparables, had posted themselves on the opposite side.
+As the wounded stag, with a sudden turn dashed through the glade, two
+shots suddenly echoed from that other side; the brothers, who in their
+zeal for the chase had failed to remember the position of their fellow
+huntsman, hit him instead of the stag. Whether he owed the bullet in
+his leg to Matthäus or Thaddäus would remain undecided till the day of
+judgment. As faithful twins, they had both taken deeply to heart the
+Christian blood that had been spilled, and he was now vainly
+endeavoring to console them for an accident which was really not worth
+mentioning. &quot;The only person who's a gainer by the affair is yourself,
+Herr Doctor,&quot; he concluded with a pleasant laugh. &quot;You'll be shown to
+another room in the castle, where you'll be no farther molested by my
+nightly snores, for the physician-in-ordinary will need to watch lest
+fever should set in, and will meantime take up his quarters in your
+room. But such a tough old skin as mine is not so sensitive, that one
+need make any special fuss about a little hole in the leg. If it should
+grow worse, I'll call you to my assistance, honored sir. You deal, I
+hear, in philosophy; that must be good medicine for a man when he's
+obliged to lie still, and is fairly beside himself for weariness two
+weeks before the rye harvest. Ha! ha! ha! And tally-ho!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He shook Edwin cordially by the hand, and the procession again
+moved
+on.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The little doctor now allowed the litter and the melancholy
+couple that
+brought up the rear to preceed him, and pausing watched the procession
+for a time; then with a cunning twinkle in his eyes dismounted. &quot;I'll
+overtake them,&quot; he said joining Edwin, and allowing his docile animal
+to crop the fresh grasses along the edge of the path. &quot;I'm very glad to
+have met you here, Herr Doctor; I've something to communicate which
+it's unnecessary for other ears to hear, and here we're quite alone. I
+see by the direction you were taking, that you're not in a hurry. If it
+suits your pleasure, we'll stroll comfortably along the road; I'll not
+detain you long from pursuing your fancy for untrodden paths.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;As you please,&quot; replied Edwin dryly, making no attempt to
+conceal how
+little he desired the companionship forced upon him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But the little doctor pretended not to notice his reluctance.
+He was
+silent for a time and seemed to be considering how most skillfully to
+begin his disclosures.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Honored Herr Doctor,&quot; he said at last, &quot;or perhaps in memory
+of your
+father, I may be permitted to say my dear friend; pardon me if I speak
+to you of a perhaps extremely uninteresting person--my own
+insignificant self. You should know--and in spite of our recent
+acquaintance, have doubtless already noticed--that the foundation of my
+character is frankness and honesty. Clever men soon learn that it's not
+worth their while to play a part; <i>le jeu ne vaut pas la chandelle</i>.
+But unfortunately in the universal masquerade people perform together,
+it's difficult for the very persons who go unmasked to make others
+believe that they show their own countenances. 'Take off your nose,
+Herr Doctor!'--'But, Madame, I assure you it grows on my face'--'Who
+will believe that? You're much too cunning a fox, when your profession
+compels you to thrust your nose into everything, to use your own for
+the purpose.' This is what we're told, my honored friend, and no matter
+how much it nettles the real nose to be taken for <i>papier maché</i>,
+nobody pities it. People compassionate only the simple, and God knows
+they don't need it for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He sighed and took from a small gold box, which looked as if
+it might
+be a present from the late countess, a pinch of snuff, as if he wanted
+to console his nose for its sad destiny of being misunderstood.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You now perceive,&quot; he continued, as Edwin obstinately
+remained silent,
+&quot;that nothing can be more offensive to a man whose principal maxim is
+frankness and honesty, than to have those whose opinions he values
+believe him an intriguer. They thereby imply either that they don't
+think it worth while to understand his character, or consider him too
+pitiful a wight to venture to show himself as God created him. This
+mortification, I must confess, is not a new experience to me, but old
+as I am I can't yet summon up sufficient philosophy to endure it with
+composure. So long as my patroness, the count's mother, lived, I was
+now and then compelled to submit to humiliations, and forced to see
+that I was considered an insignificant though useful man, a harmless
+domestic animal, fed at the general crib. Since the young countess came
+into the house--you, my friend, as I know, have long been attached to
+her, of course in a very beautiful, intellectual relation, far beyond
+all suspicion. But for that very reason, I think you'll be just the
+person to do me a real service with the noble lady, whom no one can
+more sincerely respect than I.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin looked keenly at the little man. He really could not
+decide,
+whether his quiet respectful demeanor was a mask or the outward
+expression of his &quot;frankness and honesty.&quot; &quot;I'm curious to learn in
+what this service can consist,&quot; said he.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It's a very simple matter, my dear fellow, merely to aid the
+countess
+in forming a somewhat better opinion of her most obedient servant;
+nothing exaggerated, only mere fairness and justice. The countess, as
+you've perceived, treats me with an aversion which, in the presence of
+a third person, is concealed behind the veil of sarcastic courtesy. If
+she meets me alone, even under the most favorable circumstances, I'm an
+object on which to vent her displeasure, or I see her charming little
+foot make a movement as if it longed to crush some worm or reptile, and
+only refrained in order that the sole of the dainty shoe might not be
+soiled. You'll admit, that for a man of my years this is not exactly
+pleasant.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But have you understood her aright? Why should she feel such
+a
+passionate dislike to--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To a harmless domestic animal? Ha! ha! Because even the most
+innocent
+creatures are made responsible for--hm! You understand me--I won't say
+too much; but that the flower of mutual happiness, <i>felicitas
+pratensis</i>, does not flourish on the soil of this marriage, but is
+robbed of air and light by all sorts of weeds, can scarcely--as I've
+seen you engaged in the most confidential conversation with Her
+Excellency--have escaped your notice.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A deep flush crimsoned Edwin's face, and he was on the point
+of sending
+the insolent spy about his business with a sharp answer, when the
+thought of how unwise it would be to give the wily diplomat a direct
+refusal, restrained him. &quot;Perhaps you're mistaken in regard to the
+degree of confidence the countess bestows upon me,&quot; he answered dryly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, well, let that pass,&quot; laughed the little doctor,
+pausing a
+moment beside his horse, which was quietly grazing. &quot;I'll do no
+violence to your discretion, heaven forbid! But I--you may think what
+you please of it--must unbosom myself entirely, that my old friend's
+son may see my hands are clean. I know why the countess hates me; she
+has not left me in doubt. You see, my worthy friend, ever since the
+child was born--you understand me--since that time the marriage has
+been practically the same as cancelled. Why so? Perhaps you know more
+about it than I. And between ourselves, what concern is it of mine? I
+didn't make the match; if it doesn't turn out happily, why should I
+concern myself about it? But it's not to be expected that my former
+pupil and present lord and master, the count, would take the matter so
+phlegmatically. He asked me to discover the reason of his wife's sudden
+dislike, which increased till she retired into convent-like seclusion.
+He asked <i>me</i>, why I had never even had the honor of feeling my
+beautiful mistress' pulse; at the utmost she might consult me if one of
+her waiting maids had a sore finger; for she seemed to have formed an
+unfavorable opinion of me at our first meeting. So nothing could be
+done by me. Besides, I was convinced that no physical cause lay at the
+bottom of her strange antipathy to her husband. What could it be?
+You've seen him. He may not be quite so irresistible as he considers
+himself; but as she didn't always dislike him--in short, the matter
+seemed to belong to some other province than medicine. But we advanced
+no farther than this. I counseled patience. But at thirty years of age,
+when a man is madly in love, and moreover accustomed to have his orders
+obeyed on his own domain, from his mother down to the youngest
+groom--you understand that patience could not last long. There were
+scenes, touching and brutal; for several months, every day brought
+different weather, as sunshine or storm was tried to dispel the
+unapproachable virtue in which this singular being enwrapped herself.
+At last--this I have partly from the count himself, partly from the
+maid, a person who would allow herself to be hacked into kindling wood
+for her mistress--he seized upon a perfectly desperate expedient, from
+which any sensible person who had any knowledge of this lady's
+character would have dissuaded him; he attempted to give her, in a cup
+of tea, a sort of love potion, whose principal ingredient was morphine,
+in order--you understand--that old heathen Morpheus, has already
+performed a great many just such services--but this time it seems he
+conducted the matter awkwardly--and in short the plan failed and
+everything was spoiled.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Horrible!&quot; exclaimed Edwin. &quot;This--this is certainly--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Had you no suspicion of it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What woman would relate such an affair, even to a mother or
+sister? My
+God! what a man.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Hm!&quot; said the little doctor, looking him sharply in the face,
+&quot;they're
+human, and human actions are after their style. However, I think you
+judge the count too harshly. You, as a platonic admirer, and the
+countess' friend and adviser, can probably not imagine how a man feels,
+who calls such a treasure his own, and yet knows it to be secluded in a
+tower with seven gates, to which he has not the key. If, armed with a
+rude club, he tries to burst the bolts--but we won't argue about it.
+It's certain that, when he once suggested the idea, I firmly advised
+him not to adopt it, merely on account of its doubtfulness and the
+small probability of success. But you see, my friend, that's just what
+she will not believe, though the count himself bore witness in my
+behalf. She says such a disgraceful idea could never have originated in
+the brain of a gentleman, with some sense of honor, who did not wish to
+degrade his own wife to the level of a common wench. The plan and its
+execution must have been suggested by some officious subordinate fiend,
+and this shameful, and, with all his diabolical cunning, very stupid
+devil, could be no one else than poor Doctor Basler, who in his
+over-wisdom and in obedience to his master's commands, was quite
+capable of playing a trick as simple as it was disgraceful.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He sighed, and as if in a fit of moral indignation, struck at
+the
+blackberry bushes that grew on the edge of the forest. Suddenly he
+paused, drew the bridle tight so that his horse was checked and stood
+still, and said in his frankest tone: &quot;There now, I've unburdened my
+heart. The rest will follow as a matter of course. I'm an old man, and
+it's not a consoling prospect, that on the next equally innocent
+occasion, the noble lady's aversion will develop into open hatred and
+revenge and she may insist upon sending me out of the house. I've
+become accustomed to living here and should cut a poor figure out
+in the world. For although I can't be driven from the door like a
+dog--certain old obligations will not permit that--the gods know how I
+should fare. And this lady, strange as it sounds, still has unlimited
+power over my former pupil. I believe, if she made it the price of
+reconciliation, that I should be drowned in a cask of Burgundy, I
+should hardly escape with my life, in spite of the fact that we live in
+the nineteenth century. So it would be kind and friendly in you, my
+dear sir, if you would reason the countess out of this insane prejudice
+against me. Good Heavens, I don't ask much; I've seen my best days; but
+in return for the frankness and honesty with which I've always treated
+her, to be taken for a venal scoundrel, a miserable wretch capable of
+being hired for every secret deed of villainy, like a foreign bravo,
+you must confess, is rather too much, and may well make the blood
+seethe in the veins of an honorable man.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The last words were spoken from the saddle into which he had
+again
+mounted. He seemed to take Edwin's silence for the assent which, in
+such cases, is a matter of course among &quot;men of honor.&quot; &quot;I rely upon
+you entirely,&quot; he cried, putting spurs to his little horse, &quot;and am of
+course ready to perform any service in return. Who knows whether the
+harmless domestic animal, who signs himself Doctor Basler, may not yet
+be useful; <i>homo sum, nihil humani</i>--that's always the refrain.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He waved his hat with a familiar twinkle in his eyes, spurred
+on his
+horse, and trotted rapidly after the procession, which was already
+considerably in advance.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin was glad that they had parted so quickly. He could not
+have much
+longer refrained from repaying his new friend's &quot;frankness and honesty&quot;
+in the same coin, informing him that he felt entirely unable to play
+the expected <i>rôle</i> of mediator. His heart burned, his tongue was
+bitter with loathing and suppressed indignation. He now clearly
+perceived that there was no longer anything to hope for, the breech
+could not be healed. But then what remained for <i>him</i> to do, what had
+he to accomplish here? And yet--how could he tear himself away, leave
+her to herself, after he had learned how entirely she was right in
+believing her life by this man's side a lost existence?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He again plunged into the forest and wandered about a long
+time through
+the loneliest portions of the woods, a slave to the greatest mental
+torture he had ever experienced, until at last he could think no
+longer, because of exhaustion and over excitement. Toward noon he found
+himself near a handsome farm-house, which stood in a secluded spot
+beside a foundry. Here he obtained some food and asked for a quiet spot
+to rest. He was shown into a large barn, where he threw himself down on
+the freshly threshed straw. Ere long nature asserted its right to a
+recompense for the previous wakeful night. He fell asleep, and the sun
+had already sunk behind the hills, when the farm laborers returning
+from their work roused the wearied man from his dreamless slumber.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER VIII.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">Edwin's first thought was that his long nap had fortunately
+debarred
+him from dining at the castle with the aristocratic visitors. He hoped
+also to evade them in the evening, and was therefore unpleasantly
+surprised when he learned that all his wanderings had only led him
+around the castle in a circle, and that he merely needed to cross a
+hill to find himself at the gate in the rear of the park. He submitted
+to his fate, allowed a day laborer's barefooted child to show him the
+way, and reached the entrance just in time to see the last rays of
+sunset reflected from the copper roof of the little corner tower.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He tried to slip unobserved into his room by the staircase
+that led
+from the courtyard into the wing, but a footman, who seemed to have
+been waiting for him, reminded him of the accident which had befallen
+his neighbor in the adjoining apartment, and apologized for having
+removed his luggage during his absence to a room in the upper story of
+the main building--a beautiful front room, which Her Excellency the
+countess said would undoubtedly please the Herr Doctor. But Edwin was
+perfectly indifferent as to where he was lodged, when, on entering his
+apartment he approached the high bay-window and saw outspread before
+him in the calm twilight, the peaceful forest, the broad fields, and
+tender hued sky arching over them, he felt for the first time that day,
+lighthearted and at ease, and the heavy atmosphere of anxious thought
+melted away. The servant lighted the candles on the pier table, asked
+if he had any orders to give and then left the room with the remark
+that dinner would be served in half an hour. Their Highnesses had
+wished to wait till the Herr Count returned from hunting.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin nodded absently. He was still undecided as to what he
+ought to
+do. Instead of the oppressive fear of his own weakness which had driven
+him all day through the forest, an eager desire had arisen to see
+Toinette again, to hear the voice that made the inmost chords of his
+being tremble, and to feel her glance once more rest upon him. It
+seemed to him as if he should now be strong enough to play with the
+fire, but the presence of strangers, of whom he must take cognizance,
+annoyed him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">On the dainty table with gilded rococo feet, he had found his
+traveling
+satchel, and mechanically began to unpack the contents. His portfolio
+fell into his hand. He remembered the letter he had written to Leah
+twenty-four hours before, and in what an unsuspecting mood! Then he
+considered whether it would not be well to inform her immediately of
+the events that had occurred, that the hardest part of the story might
+have been told when he saw her again. He felt that he possessed at
+least sufficient courage to attempt it, and had already taken out his
+writing materials, when some one knocked at the door and Count Gaston,
+attired in a very elegant black dress suit, entered with his usual
+cordial impetuosity.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Writing, Doctor?&quot; he exclaimed laughing. &quot;What? great
+thoughts came
+to you in the forest to-day, that must be put on paper at once? You men
+of science are enviable mortals. One of us, in order to methodically
+exercise his vocation of enjoying life, requires such a complicated
+apparatus; carriages for conveying kitchen utensils, baskets of wine, a
+piano, Havana cigars, fair women, and various other necessaries. You,
+on the contrary, wander through a wilderness, in which nothing grows
+except beech acorns, oaks, and fir cones, and return home, fully
+satisfied 'with your load of immortal thoughts,' as Lenau says. I
+deeply regret that I must disturb you in this intellectual revelry, to
+take you away to much more material enjoyment. Dinner will be served in
+fifteen minutes, the beautiful princess is very anxious to make your
+acquaintance, and if you want to dress--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I am already attired in the dress of a philosopher,&quot;
+interrupted Edwin
+smiling, &quot;who as you say must manage to do without complicated
+apparatus; <i>omnia sua secum portans</i>. If the beautiful princess will be
+satisfied--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Of course, my dear fellow. The point in question is only
+whether it may
+not be a little embarrassing for <i>you</i>. To be sure, everybody wears the
+uniform of his profession, and besides in traveling--for the rest, my
+whole wardrobe and valet are at your disposal, in case you prefer--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Thank you, my dear count. You really remind me just at the
+right time,
+of the duty which, on occasions of ceremony we owe the house whose
+hospitality we enjoy. A queer fellow and cynic is in his proper place
+in his tun, but the contrast between a vagrant's dress and these
+magnificent apartments would make even Father Diogenes, if he possessed
+any sense of harmony--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why, my honored friend, you entirely misunderstand me. I'd
+not the
+most distant intention--no, you must--you can in no case--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yet allow me, my dear count, to pursue what I think the most
+sensible
+course, especially as I've not the slightest appetite, for I took my
+dinner at a farm house. Besides, if these noble guests intend to remain
+so short a time, the presence of a total stranger--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You'll expose me to the anger of my adored cousin!&quot; cried
+Gaston with
+comical pathos. &quot;Do me the favor not to be proud or obstinate. You must
+know our party has already dwindled considerably. The twin murderers,
+Thaddäus and Matthäus, have locked themselves up and are atoning for
+their attempt on our fat neighbor's life, with Rhine wine and truffle
+pâtés. Oginsky, on hearing that Prince Batároff was to make one of our
+party, was suddenly seized with such a violent headache that he went to
+bed at once. Between ourselves, he probably fears that this Russian
+knows his antecedents better than my dear cousin, whose eyes I hope may
+be opened by this sudden headache. Therefore no one is left to pay
+court to the charming princess, except the chevalier, who is usually as
+silent in the society of ladies belonging to the great world as he's
+talkative in the presence of the <i>demi monde</i>, and I, who with the best
+intentions, whenever the object of my hopeless love is present, have no
+other goddess beside her. Take into consideration the singular mood of
+the master of the house, and that the young prince is no brilliant
+talker, and you'll see the party will be a very dull one, and all the
+blame will fall on my unfortunate self. Dear Doctor, be noble, be
+sublime, come down with me just as you are. Otherwise I'll conjure up
+all the powers of heaven and hell, and induce the mistress of the
+castle to come in person to coax you away from your inkstand. Can that
+alone satisfy your pride, or will you say even to this divine vision:
+'Be kind enough not to stand in my light, Countess.'&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin could not help laughing.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You laugh!&quot; exclaimed the gay young fellow. &quot;That is, you'll
+yield.
+That's the secret of all victories over the obdurate of both sexes;
+it's only necessary to make them laugh. Oh! my proud, grave cousin! If
+the brightest fire of my wit had ever allured anything more than a
+gracious smile to her lips! But now come down to where you're eagerly
+awaited. Only take care that you're not converted by the blue eyes of
+the innocent high-born missionary. There's more joy in heaven over one
+philosopher that repenteth, than over ninety and nine frivolous
+children of the world of my stamp.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Still talking in the same strain, he seized Edwin by the arm,
+scarcely
+gave him time to wash his hands, and then dragged him along the
+brilliantly lighted corridors and down the broad carpeted steps of the
+marble staircase.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When they entered the little <i>salon</i> adjoining the dining
+hall, the
+master of the house hastened toward them, greeted Edwin with his
+stereotyped cordiality, and apologized for not having been able to see
+his guest all day. The hunting party, from which he had unfortunately
+missed him at the rendezvous, and his duties toward his new visitors,
+had occupied all his time. Edwin bowed absently. His eyes were
+wandering toward the new faces which he saw by the flickering light of
+the wax candles. The tall, broad shouldered gentleman with the bald
+head and long blond beard, who had been talking to the chevalier by the
+window, and now cast a cold glance from his narrow grey eyes at the new
+comer, was undoubtedly the Russian prince. On the blue silk sofa,
+beside the countess, who had exchanged her velvet riding habit for a
+heavy black satin dress, sat a little, dainty, fair-haired creature in
+a most tasteful fanciful toilette, who, seen from behind, looked like a
+half grown girl. When, as the count introduced Edwin to her, she turned
+and raised a pair of laughing blue eyes to his, he could easily
+understand that this fairy-like vision must exercise no little power in
+converting unbelievers. Now, to be sure, beside the far nobler beauty
+of the mistress of the house, the danger even to such a butterfly heart
+as that of the young count, was not irresistible. Only her own husband,
+a handsome young man with a delicate, thoughtful face, whose family
+resemblance to the countess could not escape notice, seemed to be
+perpetually under the spell of those childish blue eyes. At least his
+own constantly turned toward them, and in the midst of his conversation
+with others, he often paused to address some trivial question to his
+wife. He held out his hand to Edwin in the most cordial manner, saying
+that he had already heard a great deal about him and rejoiced in the
+fortunate accident, which had at last procured him the pleasure of his
+acquaintance. Toinette nodded to him with a strange smile, whose
+meaning a third person would scarcely have guessed, but the young
+princess received him with special graciousness, instantly proffered
+him the empty seat beside her, and with all the coquetry of a spoiled
+child made no concealment of the fact that she intended to fascinate
+him as speedily as possible.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You must stay with me a little while, Herr Doctor,&quot; she said
+stroking
+the smooth head of one of the slender, tawny hounds, with her delicate
+white hand, on which sparkled several beautiful rings. &quot;Do you know
+that I've scarcely ever, in all my life, been so curious about a new
+acquaintance? You're the first live philosopher I ever saw. I've always
+wanted--and perhaps dreaded a little--to know one, and now--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Now you see a very commonplace mortal, without cloven feet,
+even
+without gloves, in which he could conceal his satanic claws, and who
+only differs from other people in venturing, under the pressure of
+necessity, to enter this noble society in the modest garb of a traveler
+on a pedestrian tour.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Whether you seem so commonplace to me,&quot; replied the beautiful
+blonde,
+shaking back her curls and casting a laughing glance at her husband,
+&quot;is a doubtful question, which we'll not discuss here. Enough, you have
+completely undeceived me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And what idea had you formed of a philosopher, Princess?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I had always imagined an elderly, yellow, thin man, with
+piercing
+black eyes and scornfully compressed lips--something after the style of
+Voltaire--a man in whose presence a cold shudder runs through one's
+frame, and who rubs his hands with a gloomy laugh, partly from
+malicious pleasure that he has deprived so many good, simple people of
+the salvation of their souls, and partly because he himself is
+freezing.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I can assure you, Your Highness, that I find both the
+temperature of
+this drawing room and the world outside perfectly comfortable.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That's just what I perceived at once, and what greatly
+surprised me.
+Perhaps, however, you're only a good actor, or don't you really
+shiver?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So far as I'm aware,&quot; replied Edwin smiling, &quot;philosophers
+have just
+as warm red blood as other mammiferous animals. What made you suppose,
+Madame, that we belonged to the amphibious?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Your relationship to the serpent, whose evil business you
+continue. Or
+do you do something besides persuading the poor children of God, that
+they may eat of the tree of knowledge, although you know the punishment
+that will follow--the loss of Paradise.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And are you so certain, that our first parents felt warmer
+and happier
+and more comfortable in the perpetual sunlight, than when they ate
+their bread in the sweat of their brow? However this question is
+difficult to decide and fortunately no longer comes under
+consideration. We're not in Eden now, we must seek some compensation
+for the sunny ignorance we've lost, and so far as my experience goes,
+Your Highness, among the various means of keeping warm, the possession
+of a genuine, honest philosophy is not the worst.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What? You assert that reason can warm? A wisdom in which the
+heart has
+no share--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And who told you that we conduct our business in such a
+divided
+manner? The head having nothing to do with the affairs of the heart,
+and the heart never venturing to suggest anything to the head? But, to
+be sure, I forgot that Your Highness is engaged in deep theological
+studies. For two thousand years we've been exposed to calumnies from
+that quarter, which is not always easy to accept patiently, at least
+from a beautiful mouth. However, didn't the Christian martyrs quietly
+accept taunts and misrepresentation, without having the warmth of their
+blood called in question?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You wrong me, Herr Doctor,&quot; she answered; casting down her
+eyes with a
+bewitching blush; &quot;I'm a simple, unlearned woman, who's only glad that,
+'when clever men talk she can understand what they mean.' Ask my dear
+friend, the countess. She'll bear witness that I am very unskillful in
+making converts. One who thinks only with the heart, must at least have
+so full a heart, that it will overflow of its own accord, as a vessel
+of mercy, which cannot contain its wealth and must impart a portion to
+other thirsty souls. But I'm more and more convinced that words are no
+keys to heaven, that true theology doesn't consist in arguments about
+dogmas. Even the profound revelations of the mystic--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Have you ventured into these abysses?&quot; exclaimed Edwin.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;With a competent guide,&quot; smiled the beautiful woman,
+gracefully waving
+her fan to and fro, &quot;with a carefully tested safety lamp as a
+protection--why not? It is so interesting, the secret terror which
+seizes us when we see in the dim light of these deep ravines and caves,
+as in an artificial mine, strange stalactites and the glimmer of metal
+and have a suspicion of the treasures that may yet be concealed. One
+returns to the bright daylight so willingly. You must not think me a
+hypocrite. On the contrary, since I've gazed into the depths, I look at
+all worldly pleasures with more grateful eyes as a gift of our Creator,
+and rejoice that I can still be so childish, much more childish and
+even more thoughtless than my dear friend here, who is ten weeks
+younger than I, and has confessed that she neither prays nor holds any
+intercourse with her God. Isn't it true, Toinette, am I unfit to be a
+Moravian?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Who knows, dear Alexine?&quot; replied Toinette, who during all
+this time
+seemed to have only half listened to Gaston's eager whispers. &quot;By way
+of a change, in order to experience this emotion also, and if the right
+spiritual guide should appear with a <i>differently</i> constructed safety
+lamp--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Horrible!&quot; exclaimed the little blonde beauty, giving her
+neighbor a
+light tap with her fan. &quot;Don't believe a word of it, Herr Doctor. The
+countess only slanders me so maliciously, because she has taken a
+perfectly causeless prejudice against the vicar who accompanies me, and
+who certainly has had a great deal to do with the present direction of
+my mind. You'll make his acquaintance, and shall then decide whether he
+deserves this aversion.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To be made umpire on such a critical subject, whereby I must
+in any
+case forfeit the favor of one of two noble ladies--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Is a martyrdom in the service of truth, which a philosopher
+cannot
+escape. The vicar has a few letters to write; he is, even in worldly
+things, my--our trusted counsellor. But I hope, in the course of the
+evening--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At this moment the folding doors of the dining hall were
+thrown open,
+the butler in full gala dress appeared on the threshold with a silent
+bow, the master of the house offered his arm to the princess, the
+prince to his sister, and the remainder of the party followed the two
+couples without any formality.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin was seated at table next to the chevalier, who eat and
+drank with
+the appetite of a ship-wrecked mariner, and at intervals carried on a
+monosyllabic conversation in French with the young count, taking not
+the slightest notice of his other neighbor. The place on Edwin's left
+was apparently reserved for the chaplain of the princely household. Our
+friend was therefore entirely alone and heartily glad to be so. He saw
+behind the large silver epergne, filled with a superb bouquet of red
+and yellow roses, Toinette's beautiful face, mysterious dark eyes, and
+snowy neck, over which clustered her soft brown curls; her stately, yet
+pliant figure leaned quietly back in her chair, as she allowed dish
+after dish to pass untouched. Beside her sat the fair-haired princess,
+who talked continually in her sprightly fashion, laughed, ate and drank
+in the most coquettish manner, and more and more resembled a waiting
+maid who has put on fine clothes and is skillfully imitating the
+manners of a great lady.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She was eagerly endeavoring to persuade the count and
+countess, that
+they could do nothing wiser than to make up their minds to accompany
+her to Italy, and described so drolly the pleasures of a journey with
+hundreds of adventures, attacks by <i>banditti</i>, miserable inns in which
+there would be no accommodations for so large a company, and finally a
+solemn audience with the Holy Father, in which she would assert that
+among Protestants, kissing the slipper<a name="div2_09" href="#div2Ref_09"><sup>[9]</sup></a> was the husband's business,
+that even Toinette joined in the laugh she excited, though she remained
+firm in her refusal. Traveling did not agree with her nerves, she said
+quietly. Her husband had eagerly agreed with the princess and spoken
+more enthusiastically than was his habit, of former journeys through
+the countries of the South. When he heard his wife decline so
+positively a deep shadow darkened his brow; he turned suddenly pale,
+twisted his moustache, and became perfectly silent.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You ought not to give your final answer yet, Countess,&quot; said
+the
+Russian guest, as he passed the fat fingers of his well kept hand
+through his long beard. A certain nervous twitching of the brow was
+perceptible as he spoke, while his little eyes completely disappeared
+in the broad face, and the huge bald head bore an unpleasant
+resemblance to a skull. &quot;Princess Sascha has shown you the romantic
+side of the plan. Now look at it also from the classical, artistic
+point. It would be a ridiculous affectation for me not to confess with
+frankness that you couldn't have a better cicerone in the museums and
+churches, villas and ruins, than my humble self, or, as the Italians
+say, <i>il povero Signor me</i>. This is my sixth visit to Italy. To be
+sure, I can't show you many things that delighted me on my first five
+journeys, for the simple reason that I've taken them to my own home.
+<i>Que voulez-vous?</i> We're considered Northern barbarians, always in
+search of booty. A man must not be better than his reputation. But some
+things still remain which are worth seeing, and as for your nerves,
+Countess--perhaps there's but one effectual remedy for sufferings such
+as yours: the magnetic fluid of art. I offer myself as your artistic
+physician-in ordinary, and will guarantee a cure.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And who tells you. Prince Batároff, that I've not already
+tried this
+remedy in Germany, and without success?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;In Germany? Art in Germany? Unless you're speaking of music,
+which is
+one domain of the German nature, or gymnastics--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I always supposed the Dresden gallery, which we studied for a
+fortnight on our wedding tour, possessed some works of art for which
+Italy might envy us, and the museums of Berlin, Vienna, Munich--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Don't mention those wretched forcing houses, in which I
+always feel
+suffocated by the artificial heat with which, with scientific zeal, the
+worthy Germans endeavor to correct their natural want of artistic
+perception! My nerves, thank God, are as strong as I wish yours were,
+but I really believe they would fail till I should be attacked by
+hysteria, if I were compelled to spend two hours a day for a fortnight
+in one of your national museums. Once, when on the cost of Finland, I
+entered a hut--it was during one of those storms when the meanest roof
+is welcome--and found the fisherman's family gathered round a box they
+had just saved from a stranded ship. It contained some great lady's
+jewels and dresses, which had suffered little damage, and now, seen
+in the hands and by the light of the dim oil lamp of these worthy
+half-idiots, were about as much out of place as are the Titians,
+Rubens, Correggios, and Raphaels in your dear German cities, watched by
+pedants, gaped at by snobs, and only separated by a thin roof from the
+grey dull sky, which they suit as well as the Brussels laces in that
+stranded chest suited the smoky atmosphere of a Finnish fisherman's
+hut.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're mounted on your hobby again,&quot; said Toinette's brother,
+with a
+subtle smile. &quot;And you'll right; he who wishes to understand artists,
+must go to the land of artists. But you forget one thing; if art is not
+indigenous in our colder zone--ought we to abandon the hope that by
+long and affectionate care it will at last become acclimated? Who knows
+what we lack? That we do not, in our need, tamely submit with folded
+arms, is no reproach to us, and when I look at German artists--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;German artists? I implore you, my dear Prince, in the names
+of the
+great masters, not to give these wretched bunglers so proud a name! But
+no, I wrong them. They're no bunglers, but rather very skillful
+mechanics or artisans, who have learned all the rules of their trade,
+and feel a pride in their guild. German artists! I know them. There was
+one, the most ridiculous bungler in the world, a certain König, whom
+his colleagues called the zaunkönig, because he exhibited old hedges or
+fences adorned with a few weeds, as landscapes. I made a wager with a
+connoisseur and enthusiast, our worthy Baron L., that this poor devil,
+who, in the wrath of God, was condemned to daub in colors, would
+joyfully renounce 'art,' if any one would buy his poor talent, I mean
+give him enough to live upon, on condition that he would no longer
+paint.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And did you win?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, I lost, my dear fellow, and it served me right; I ought
+to have
+known these German dreamers and idealists better. Just think, Countess,
+the man discovered that an experiment was being tried upon him, his
+'artist' pride awoke, and he acted as if life would not be worth the
+having if he could not daily daub at his wooden landscapes; he wrote me
+an impertinent note, throwing my favors at my feet--the title of court
+painter, salary, future support, and even the whole sum he had already
+received. I lost my bet, but Germany regained an artist, and with him
+one fool the more.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Gaston laughed loudly and began to interpret the story to the
+chevalier, who had not understood a word. The beautiful princess, who
+had joined in the laugh, was just turning to Toinette to continue the
+conversation about the journey to Italy, when Edwin's voice interrupted
+her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I must beg you, Prince,&quot; he said with quiet emphasis, &quot;to
+speak
+somewhat more respectfully of the artist whom you choose to call a
+fool. I have the happiness of being a son-in-law of that worthy
+gentleman, and am therefore in a position to be able to form a more
+correct opinion of his character and the motives of his conduct. It was
+not wounded vanity that induced him to give up the pension which
+condemned him to idleness. No one can have a more modest opinion of
+him, perceive his deficiencies more clearly, than he himself. But as
+he's in nobody's way when he paints his unassuming little pictures, he
+has probably no reason to be ashamed of this innocent passion, which is
+certainly as worthy of honor as many a so-called 'noble passion,' and
+it was only a foolish mistake on the good man's part that your offer
+was taken seriously. Yet why should not a great man amuse himself by
+taking an affectionate interest in a little man? My dear father-in-law
+thinks far too well of humankind to suspect that he was the object of a
+contemptuous jest, made the subject of an experiment, such as Your
+Highness might perhaps venture to try with your serfs. That he did not
+decline this honor too courteously, is scarcely reprehensible in a man,
+who is no fool. I, myself, was the person, who as soon as I entered
+into the relation of a son, opened the old man's eyes and thereby
+contributed to make you lose your bet.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A death-like silence followed these words, and for several
+seconds
+nothing was heard but the chevalier's low whisper to Gaston: &quot;<i>Qu'est
+ce qu'il a dit, que le prince fronce si furieusement les sourcils?</i>&quot;
+But he received no answer.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">While Edwin, with his eyes fixed steadily upon the prince, was
+awaiting
+his reply, a new guest had entered the hall with noiseless steps and
+had reached the empty chair beside Edwin. The latter now turned toward
+him, and suddenly started up as if a thunder bolt had fallen.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Lorinser stood before him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Not a feature of his face had altered since Edwin had seen him
+last,
+only the carriage of the head had become a little bolder, and the
+glance, which still as of old sought the ground or scanned the ceiling
+in preference, now sometimes rested upon the person who confronted him.
+Such was the case at this moment, when he would have had good reason to
+cast down his eyes. He regarded his neighbor with a perfectly calm,
+courteous smile, as if inviting him to keep his seat and not trouble
+himself to make room for him. He was attired in faultless evening
+dress, and only his noiseless entrance recalled the poor candidat, who
+years ago had glided along such manifold crooked paths.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">None of the guests, not even the mistress of the house, who
+during the
+last scene had not turned her eyes from the speaker, noticed anything
+unusual in Edwin's hasty movement.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Allow me to introduce the gentlemen to each other,&quot; said the
+princess,
+glad of an interruption to the embarrassing scene; &quot;Herr Vicar
+Lorenzen--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No introduction is necessary, Princess,&quot; interrupted Edwin
+with a
+trembling voice. &quot;This gentleman, although he seems about to deny it,
+is only too well known to me; so well known in fact, that I'll give up
+my place in this circle to him, without farther ceremony, and take
+leave of the company for to-day.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But Doctor!&quot; cried Gaston, who had no idea of the cause of
+this
+strange scene, &quot;the philosophy which, without striking a single blow,
+leaves the field to theology--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If my innocent remarks about German artists in general and
+your
+father-in-law in particular, which were not intended to give offence,
+are driving you away, I'm perfectly ready to make the <i>amende
+honorable</i>,&quot; said Prince Batároff, as he quietly stroked his beard and
+glanced at the countess. &quot;You have a tongue like a sword, Herr Doctor,
+and I should think, after you've so bravely parried my assault, we
+might conclude an honorable peace.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I thank you for your friendly words, Prince,&quot; replied Edwin,
+&quot;and
+accept the peace unreservedly. If, nevertheless, I leave the table, it
+is because it goes against my nature to sit beside a person whom I
+believe--about whom I have my own opinion. Pray do not take this little
+weakness amiss. It will only serve to show the princess how unfounded
+was her supposition that a man must always possess cool blood to be a
+philosopher.&quot; He cast a glance of icy scorn at Lorinser, and bowed to
+the remainder of the party, carefully avoiding the countess' eyes.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>C'est drôle!</i>&quot; said Batároff, and he whispered something in
+the ear
+of the princess. She did not seem to hear it. Her laughing face had
+suddenly grown rigid with terror and was suffused with a crimson flush.
+The master of the house rose.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Herr Doctor,&quot; said he in an irritated tone.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Will the Herr Count permit <i>me</i> to ask this gentleman to
+explain why
+he insults a peaceful guest of this noble house?&quot; interrupted Lorinser
+without the slightest token of agitation; &quot;unless a sudden attack of
+madness--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Unfortunately, I have still perfect control of my senses,&quot;
+replied
+Edwin cuttingly, &quot;and no one can more deeply regret that in return for
+the hospitality which I have enjoyed in this house, I am placed in a
+situation which compels me to cause such an unpleasant scene. But no
+obligations of courtesy or etiquette can induce me to sit quietly
+beside a person, whom I have good reasons for thinking anything but a
+man of honor. Again I beg the master of the house and his noble guests
+to pardon me; but there are instincts of the blood stronger than any
+training. One who has a natural aversion to a toad or a snake must
+leave the spot that such a reptile makes unendurable; in doing this,
+however, I have no desire to offend any one who rejoices in stronger
+nerves. Look me in the face, Herr--Vicar. Your brazen front was well
+known to me in the days, when as Candidat Lorinser--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You wish to reproach me for having restored my name to the
+original
+form used in my family before they left Denmark--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I don't grudge you any name and title you wish to adopt. If
+you could
+efface the rest of your past as quickly--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Judge not, that ye be not judged,&quot; interrupted Lorinser, with
+immovable calmness and unction. With the exception of a slight
+quivering of the nostrils, not a feature of the pale but singularly
+imposing countenance betrayed any special agitation.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I appeal,&quot; he continued, &quot;to my honored mistress the
+princess--that I
+have never pretended to be a sinless man; the earth has never contained
+but one such, and his disciples should remember that they are all
+sinners and lack the renown which before God--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;This is the introduction to a sermon, Herr Vicar,&quot; said
+Edwin; &quot;I will
+not interrupt and prevent you from edifying your congregation. But as I
+am not a member I shall have the honor of taking leave of the company,
+and bidding them all good night.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He bowed to the countess and left the hall, before any of the
+party
+recovered from their surprise.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER IX.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">Edwin was scarcely in his room, to which a footman with a very
+bewildered expression, had lighted him, when his excitement passed away
+and bitter indignation and wrath took possession of him. He experienced
+the gnawing discomfort which seizes upon everyone, when, while he does
+not regret having yielded to a noble impulse, he must curse the
+circumstances which forced him to disturb a social circle with his
+righteous anger. He was a guest and had quarrelled with another guest
+of the house, a house governed by the rules of society, which as far as
+possible stifle all natural sounds, smother to a malicious whisper the
+cry of indignation, and give vent to an implacable hatred, not in the
+presence of ladies, but only in some lonely spot before two male
+witnesses. He must have appeared like a man without education or
+courtesy, a moralizing pedant. True, there were no means of justifying
+himself--even to the most frivolous of these children of the world--for
+his inability to breathe the same air with this man. But could he use
+an expedient, which would have compelled him to expose the secret, the
+honor of his friend? No; he must now submit to the consequences of his
+action, and no matter how much he reflected upon the affair, he could
+think of no other course which he could have pursued, without lowering
+himself in his own eyes. He felt that he could do exactly the same
+thing again in a similar event. So in the midst of all his annoyance,
+he experienced the satisfaction of having been faithful to himself, and
+began to reflect more calmly what course he should now pursue.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He could remain in the castle no longer. Even if he could be
+sure of
+not meeting Lorinser again, he thought it his duty to aid the master of
+the house, in causing the strange scene in which he played a principal
+part to be forgotten as quickly as possible; this could be most
+effectually done by the departure of the disturber of the peace, and
+moreover Edwin wished to avoid any farther discussion of the matter.
+Let them scoff at him and talk behind his back as they chose, let the
+enemy who remained behind reap all the advantage from having kept the
+field--what did he care? The one person, whose opinion he valued, would
+not misunderstand him; that he knew, that, the last glance with which
+she followed his retreating figure, had told him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But had he come to the castle to chastise a worthless
+scoundrel, and
+might he now leave feeling that his business had been well performed?
+Could he leave her who had confessed that she had no friend but him,
+who in the greatest complication of her fate, grasped his hand in
+despairing terror? he was helpless to aid her it was true, but she had
+appealed to him with the certainty that at least she would be compelled
+no longer to bear her burden unaided by human help or sympathy. If he
+suddenly failed her again, would it not sunder the last tie that bound
+her to life? And yet, how could he hope to afford her any real
+assistance? He scarcely knew how to help himself in the violent
+conflict of feelings which her presence had aroused. He sat down on the
+sofa before the little gilt table and buried his face in his hands.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A discreet knock roused him from this profitless reverie. At
+his &quot;who
+is there?&quot; the little physician entered, with many apologies for
+disturbing him at so late an hour. The great interest he felt in his
+old friend's son had brought him there; he had received through the
+servants who were greatly alarmed by the unprecedented scene, a
+confused report of what had occurred, and thought he would not be
+charged with indiscreet curiosity, if he applied to the right quarter
+at once. He now, unasked, related that after Edwin had left the hall,
+Lorinser had made a full confession and thereby completely regained his
+former position. An old affair with a young girl, in whom Edwin had
+been likewise deeply interested, was the cause of this mortal hatred.
+Disappointed love had induced the poor creature, whom in spite of
+the most sincere affection he could not resolve to marry and be
+faithless to higher aims, to attempt to commit suicide. Fortunately she
+was saved; but all the blame for the act had been laid on his
+shoulders--in, short, it was a regular romance, and he seemed to have
+related it very well. At least when he closed, the beautiful princess'
+eyes were full of tears, and Count Gaston cordially shook hands with
+him. In the opinion of these men of the world, it was of course rather
+a credit to the pious gentleman that, in spite of his theological
+wisdom, he too had had his <i>bonnes fortunes</i> and such a romantic
+adventure into the bargain.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin laughed fiercely.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My dear friend,&quot; continued the little man with a crafty face,
+which
+vainly endeavored to wear an expression of friendly sympathy, &quot;I
+understand your feelings as indeed every one does, even the vicar, who
+as he has repeatedly declared, cherishes no ill will toward you
+notwithstanding your violent conduct.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Indeed? Does the worthy man forgive me? Well, that <i>is</i>
+ludicrous!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He praised you most warmly and apologized for your
+extraordinary
+conduct. If he had known at that time, that you cherished an unrequited
+love for the unfortunate girl, who lived in the same house--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My worthy patron,&quot; interrupted Edwin rising, &quot;I'm really very
+grateful
+to you, uncommonly grateful for your friendly communications. But as my
+feelings, although you assure me you understand them, are still
+misapprehended, and as I have my own reasons for not expressing my
+opinion of the Herr Vicar's romance with the 'frankness and honesty'
+which you take for your motto, I should consider it a favor if you
+would leave me to myself and return to your patient. If, however, you
+should find occasion, you may assure all who have admired the narrators
+talent, that not only his style, but his inventive faculty also is yet
+to be equalled; in a word, that no more shameless liar ever existed
+than this fox in the sheep-skin of humility. And now I'll wish you as
+good a night's rest as I trust to obtain for myself.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">While uttering these words, he had accompanied the bewildered
+little
+man to the door, opened it with a trembling hand, and closed it by no
+means gently behind him. He was in a tumult of excitement, the blood
+throbbed wildly in his temples, another moment and it would have been
+impossible for him to have suppressed his indignation. He would have
+poured forth all the bitterness of which his heart was full upon the
+wretched sneak whose face, with its friendly simper, put him fairly
+beside himself.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">As soon as he was alone, his oppressed heart found relief in a
+loud,
+scornful laugh. Then he went to the dressing table which stood beside
+the silk canopied bed and drank a glass of water. By degrees his blood
+grew calm. He went to the lofty bay-window, threw it wide open, and let
+the pure night air fan his hot brow. &quot;Am I not a fool?&quot; he said to
+himself, &quot;to allow myself to be so much excited by that which was only
+natural, and to be expected? Should it vex or humiliate me to be the
+loser in a contest with such a master of hypocrisy? And ought I to
+grudge the miserable knave, who has nothing better, this victory and
+its costly trophies--a princess' tears and the pressure of a count's
+hand? Fie upon me for allowing myself to be so overpowered with
+disgust. I'm really indebted to this noble tale-bearer, for opening my
+eyes to the true state of affairs. But away--away--away from here,
+before the moon has disappeared behind the forest!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He went back to the little table, opened his portfolio and
+commenced a
+note to the count. After the disturbance of the peace of the household,
+he wrote, of which he had unfortunately been the cause, he thought it
+his duty to his host, as well as to the rest of the guests, to continue
+no longer to be a recipient of the hospitality which had been so kindly
+offered to him. He regretted that consideration for others prevented
+him from giving explanations which, although his conduct might appear
+an offence against etiquette, would justify it in every other respect.
+As for the cause which had brought him here, he was fully convinced
+that he had no power to undo what had been done and effect a
+reconciliation. Perhaps, he concluded, time, which works so many
+wonders, may bring about what at present the count positively refuses
+to think of, and make a separation between two incompatible natures,
+appear the only means of safety.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He had just sealed the note and was writing the address, when
+there was
+another knock at his door. &quot;Come in!&quot; he exclaimed indignantly, for the
+thought darted through his mind that the count might come to see him in
+person and thereby render useless the letter, which would have spared
+him any verbal explanations; then the door opened and Toinette entered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Is it you?&quot; he exclaimed rushing toward her. &quot;Do you come to
+me?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She threw back the dark shawl she had wrapped around her, and
+he saw
+that she wore a simple dress and had laid aside all her jewelry.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I could not help coming to you,&quot; she said in her usual tone.
+&quot;I wanted
+to speak to you, and you--you're going away; I knew it, before seeing
+the letter upon your table. You would have gone without bidding me
+farewell. Would you not?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Perhaps it would have been the best course,&quot; he replied,
+clasping her
+hand, which hung loosely by her side. &quot;Tell me yourself, my dear
+friend, have we ought to hope for, from any words we might exchange?
+Fate does not turn for words. And yet I could hardly have made up my
+mind to leave without a word. I intended to have gone to the farm house
+on the other side of the forest, and from there to have sent you a
+note, to say I would wait to hear from you in case you had any
+commissions for me. But you have anticipated me. Are we not in danger
+of interruption here?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What does it matter?&quot; she replied with a gesture expressive
+of the
+most utter indifference, as she seated herself on the sofa. &quot;You mean,
+will it not compromise me to make you a visit by night? Perhaps so. But
+that's unfortunately not sufficient cause for separation. Otherwise I
+should not have waited till I could visit a friend. The first person I
+chanced to meet would have suited my purpose, the chevalier, or our
+dear cousin Gaston, for instance, if I could break the chain so
+easily.&quot; Then glancing at the letter, she added: &quot;What did you write to
+him?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Do you wish to read it? It's at your service.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No; it makes no difference. You're going away--that says
+all--and
+I--I must stay here.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He looked at her as she uttered these words in an
+expressionless tone,
+as if only talking to herself. Her dilated eyes were fixed in a
+terrified gaze, on the candles burning in the silver candlesticks as if
+her life were fading and she was striving to rekindle the glimmering
+spark by these tiny flames. Her face was colorless, but inexpressibly
+attractive in its utter self-forgetfulness, which made the beautiful
+woman seem like a helpless child that, frightened by the dread of
+ghosts, files to some brilliantly lighted room and gazes straight at
+the lamp, that it may see no spectral faces to right or left.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What really brings me here,&quot; she said after a pause, &quot;is a
+question I
+wanted to ask you, but mind, I'm speaking to the philosopher, and not
+to the friend of former days.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Of <i>former</i> days?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Let me go on. I want to ask you whether there is any justice
+on earth.
+Or no, you need not answer. It's perfectly evident that gifts are
+differently apportioned among men. That there is no justice, even in
+heaven--not even according to the representations of religious
+people--is also unquestionable, else what would become of the doctrine
+of election? 'Many are called, but few chosen.' For why did not the
+'so-called gods,' of whom your friend spoke that day of long ago, endow
+all their creatures equally, if they had the power to be just?
+Intentional partiality, voluntary malice--no, that would be too
+fiendish. But now tell me, why must we endure degradation, neglect,
+to better the condition of the children of happiness, yes, even
+expulsion into bad company--such as you've found beneath this roof? Is
+not self-defence in mortal peril allowable? To help ourselves I mean,
+when one is wretched, disinherited, starving perhaps, and full dishes
+are carried past him? Or do you think it a sin to break one of the ten
+commandments under any circumstances? What? Are the gifts, powers, and
+happiness of men to be different, and yet must they have but one rule
+for their actions? Is the fainting beggar who plucks an apple from a
+stranger's tree, as great a thief, as a man who has plenty to eat and
+breaks into a treasury? Answer! Why may we not philosophize a little as
+usual? You would find me a better pupil now, for I've gone through the
+primary school and learned all the absurdities of this great world by
+heart--yes indeed, by <i>heart</i>, and it ached enough at the task.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Dearest friend,&quot; he replied, &quot;if you knew how <i>my</i> heart
+aches, aches
+till it's ready to burst, you would ask no philosophy from me. When I
+see and hear you, I have enough to do, not to give utterance to the
+fiercest cry of woe that ever burst from the lips of a thinking mortal.
+What could I say to you--except the most pitiful commonplaces. You
+question me about the mystery of life. The clue to it, which one and
+another fancies he has found, is but a new enigma; and it is equally
+mysterious that there should be men who are forced to rack their brains
+about this mystery until their hearts break, while others have never a
+sleepless moment, but await the solution as patiently as the answer to
+a charade which is to appear 'in our next number.' Meantime it is
+ordered--or we must see to it ourselves--that life and its work,
+thoughtless everyday work, withdraws us from our agitating search for
+the solution to the riddle. Dear Toinette--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I know what you're going to say,&quot; she quickly interrupted.
+&quot;My
+idleness is the cause of all my sorrows. If I had something to do, I
+should not have time to ponder four and twenty hours a day over what I
+most lack. Is not that what you were about to say? To establish a
+child's school or hospital, make clothes for deaf mutes, or in my
+old age strive to cultivate a talent for painting or playing on the
+piano--all I these would be delightful occupations! But I'm not
+affectionate enough for one, or vain enough for the other. I don't love
+human beings, my friend, I mean abstract human beings, mankind. And
+yet, I know now that my only talent would have been love; but the love
+I mean, is love for one man and that man's children, and because I
+learned this too late--I must go to ruin--to ruin.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But no,&quot; she suddenly exclaimed, and a passionate flush
+crimsoned her
+cheeks as she pushed the table aside and rose from the sofa. &quot;I will
+not go to ruin, will not yield the right of self-defence and suffer my
+claim to happiness to be wrested from me, as it is from every
+disinherited soul. Words are of no avail against the decrees of fate,
+didn't you say so, Edwin? You're right, we must act, if we desire to
+win the respect of the 'so-called gods;' therefore I've come to you, my
+friend. Do not look at me so! You know what has brought me here, even
+if a wretched remnant of cowardice does not suffer me to express it. Be
+merciful, spare me, and tell me that you know all and will not thrust
+me from the only place where I can find happiness--your heart, Edwin!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Toinette!&quot; he exclaimed--but he could say no more. She had
+thrown
+herself into his arms and hidden her streaming eyes, her glowing lips
+upon his breast.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Calm yourself!&quot; he ventured to murmur in her ear after a long
+pause,
+his lips touching her hair; suddenly she raised her head, and her face
+wore an expression of such blended happiness and anguish, that all his
+strength failed. &quot;This is too much!&quot; he faltered. &quot;Spare me! You do not
+know what I have suffered!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I do know,&quot; she whispered amid her kisses. &quot;I knew it in the
+first
+hour we were together--you're still mine, as you have ever been--you're
+mine, mine--as I've been your's, ever since I became a woman.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At this moment the clock in the old castle tower slowly struck
+twelve.
+A shudder ran through the frame of the man who clasped to his heart the
+woman who had been the object of his first love. It seemed as if a cold
+spectral hand was passing over his heart, quenching the fierce glow
+that threatened to destroy him. He released his lips from hers, and
+gently pushed away the slight figure that clung to his breast. &quot;What
+have we done?&quot; he exclaimed, retreating a step and averting his eyes.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;We have drunk when we were thirsty,&quot; said the impassioned
+woman,
+without lowering her glance. &quot;Oh! it was but a drop on the hot stone!
+Why do you no longer look into my eyes, Edwin? Are you ashamed that you
+still love me, because in the old days I was childish and cold, and
+knew not what I did? The curse was still upon me, the curse of my
+birth, for which I've had to atone through all these years of
+suffering, to become at last another creature, a happy creature, new
+born through your love, Edwin! When I first saw you, early this
+morning, my heart received a blow that burst the lid of the coffin in
+which it was buried; and in the forest, how your every word, your
+glance, the pressure of your hand said to me: 'what are four years to a
+feeling that's eternal? I'm the same man, whom once you made miserable,
+but now all will be well again, since my happiness is yours.' Look into
+my eyes, Edwin, and tell me, if you can, that I have deceived myself!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She had approached him and taken his hand. He did not withdraw
+it, but
+the glance that met hers was now so sad that she shrank back and let it
+fall.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You have seen aright, my poor friend,&quot; he said in a hollow
+tone. &quot;I
+<i>am</i> the same man, whom you made miserable. Yet nevertheless you have
+deceived yourself. What is now my happiness cannot be yours. Don't you
+know it? Have you entirely forgotten that I no longer belong to myself?
+My life is bound to another, and this other is dearer, should be dearer
+to me than my own existence.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I know it,&quot; she replied, as she approached the little table
+and
+quietly rested both hands upon it. &quot;But if it's true that this woman,
+to whom in an outburst of pride and anger you gave your hand, really
+loves you, will she be able to endure the sorrow, when she sees that
+she alone stands in the way of your happiness? I, if placed in such a
+situation, would rather die than assert a light which I had obtained in
+an unguarded moment, and which had at last become a sin against the
+claim of nature.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He gravely shook his head. &quot;Listen to me,&quot; he said. &quot;Sit down
+there, my
+beloved friend, and let us honestly endeavor to find some way out of
+this labyrinth. It would be easier for you to understand me, if you
+knew the woman whose life is so firmly bound to mine that nothing can
+separate us, not even what you call the claim of nature. She knows all.
+I've concealed nothing of what I suffered through you--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And you will be silent <i>now</i>?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I should not wish to be so, even if I could. There's no one
+on earth,
+since I lost my brother, who is so well acquainted with my every
+thought, every emotion of my heart. She's really my other self, my
+better self, far gentler, stronger, and more self-sacrificing than I,
+and I can never think of what I owe her during these years, without
+wondering at my own levity, that I do not feel oppressed by these
+debts, nay that I often imagine I can repay them daily with interest.
+If you knew this loving, lovely creature--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Spare me the embarrassment of knowing her now through your
+description. I will go, I see I have too long--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, not so, you must not go so! You must hear me out,
+Toinette. This
+will perhaps be the last conversation we shall ever hold. Shall we make
+the wound this parting will cause still more painful by petty
+irritation? What I've told you is literally true. But if I love this
+woman as my better self, I feel for the first time at this moment--no,
+since early this morning--that no matter how we may estimate self-love,
+it cannot become a passion, an intoxication, a rapture of mingled
+happiness and misery. Oh! passion! which you call the claim of nature;
+I call it fate! It will be long ere the tempest will be laid which your
+kiss has roused in my soul. Now do you see that you have no reason to
+be ashamed of that caress? Nature has asserted its claim, fate has had
+its way; that's nothing of which mortals need be ashamed. But now the
+will must assert its power, we must open our eyes and question whither
+blind passion will lead us--say 'Halt!' to its further progress, and do
+our duty, no matter what it costs us. Don't you think so too my brave
+friend?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He waited for her assent, for a glance which would tell him
+that she
+agreed with him. But she was looking steadily at her clasped hands,
+which rested quietly on her lap, and only after a long pause said as if
+to herself:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The game's unequal. However--<i>va banque!</i>&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What do you mean, Toinette?&quot; he replied. &quot;Do you wish to
+imply, that I
+shall return to what has hitherto formed my happiness, and find it as
+before, and that you will remain on the verge of the abyss? But now
+answer me one question--should I offer you my hand on the spot with the
+intention even at the price of my self-respect to lead you out of this
+house of gilded misery, do you believe that a man who had sacrificed
+for you his most sacred possessions, his duty, the proud consciousness
+of self-respect, the faith he had sworn to his better self in the
+person of a high hearted woman--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Hush!&quot; she hastily interrupted. &quot;It's needless to say more.
+Your
+admirably wise words torture me. Your talk of passion is but a form of
+words. You reason, you moralize, you think of a future in which you may
+repent of what you've done for me. But I, Oh! God--I've nothing but
+this hour, no consciousness of what may come, or of what has been!
+You're here with me, and the world beyond, all others beside ourselves,
+everything which you call sin and fate and duty and remorse--I know
+not. I am conscious only of this: that you're the only man on whose
+breast my restless heart has tasted the bliss of one moment's
+repose--never, never to taste it again, and he stands and
+philosophizes, while I--am dying!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Her eyes, which became gloomily fixed upon vacancy, suddenly
+overflowed
+with tears, she convulsively pressed her hands to her face and burst
+into uncontrollable sobs.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Toinette!&quot; he exclaimed, &quot;by all the saints, you wrong me.
+I--if you
+suspected what a superhuman battle I am fighting, what torture that
+moment in which you tasted repose has conjured up for me--Toinette, be
+merciful--spare me--let us help each other, instead of aiding each
+other to be wretched. No one else will help us. We have no belief in
+the eternal torments of hell, in an avenging God, or a redeeming
+Saviour. But we know what is right, Toinette, we know that all the
+bliss of love's greatest rapture would become a poison, if bought with
+the heart's blood of others whom we were compelled to sacrifice. We
+look for no eternity, in which to atone for the sins of the present. We
+can only be honest and brave and good here upon earth, and we will be,
+my poor love, for you have an heroic soul, which can find its real
+happiness only in refusing to be bowed by any fate, and in conquering
+or dying in the conflict.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He paused, and bending over her laid his hand upon her head,
+as in the
+old days he had stroked Balder's curls. Suddenly she started, her
+tearful eyes wandered around the room in bewilderment, and she said
+hastily: &quot;Do you hear nothing? Steps are approaching along the
+corridor. Who can it be? but no matter! What is to come, may come--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">There was a low knock at the door, then it was quickly but
+cautiously
+opened, though only wide enough to enable some person to speak. &quot;The
+Herr Count is coming up the stairs,&quot; said a woman's voice. &quot;I think he
+is on his way here.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Very well, Rose,&quot; replied the countess, hastily wiping her
+eyes. &quot;Come
+in and sit down yonder. This is the only person who is faithful to me,&quot;
+she continued turning to Edwin, as a tall, homely, pock-marked woman
+entered, and without even casting a curious glance at the pair, seated
+herself in the chair beside the bed. &quot;If I had not had Rose, to whom I
+can tell everything--how do you know the count is coming here, Rose?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I don't know, but I'm almost sure of it. The rest of the
+company went
+to their rooms half an hour ago. The Herr Count remained alone in the
+blue drawing room, I could see him from your chamber, standing at the
+window. His Excellency's rooms were dark, and besides he never comes up
+here at this hour. Only the Herr Doctor's apartment was lighted. I saw
+the Herr Count look up here--then he suddenly drew back--I thought he
+might perhaps have something to say to the Herr Doctor. There, hark!
+Don't you hear him now?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">All listened silently. A hesitating step approached over the
+carpeted
+floor of the lofty, vaulted corridor, paused as if irresolute, and then
+approached Edwin's room.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What shall we say to him?&quot; whispered Edwin.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Nothing. He would not understand the truth. Don't you say a
+word to
+him; I know how he must be addressed.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The next moment there was a knock at the door, and the count
+entered.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER X.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">His first glance fell upon Toinette, who sat on the sofa in
+the full
+light of the candles. Evidently surprised, but without losing his
+self-control, he paused on the threshold and looked at the two others
+with an inquiring glance.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I'm disturbing you,&quot; he said coldly. &quot;I saw you still had a
+light in
+your room, Herr Doctor, and wanted to say a few words to you. If I'd
+been aware, that I should not find you alone--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You interrupt our conversation just at the right time,&quot; said
+Toinette
+calmly, without avoiding her husband's glance. &quot;We've been
+philosophizing a little, as we used to do in old times; there's no end
+to that, especially when people look at things from such different
+points of view. Rose almost fell asleep over it. We'll have another
+argument to-morrow, dear friend. I think I shall finally convince and
+overpower you. My best troops are yet to be brought into the field.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Let us conclude a truce,&quot; said Edwin with a painful effort.
+&quot;Really,
+Countess, another such victory, and my cause will be lost.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, no, Doctor, you won't escape so. Do you know that he
+means to
+leave us early to-morrow morning? I shall make you responsible for his
+stay. And now good night. I won't trouble the gentlemen to escort me to
+my room. Come, Rose, it's time to go to sleep, and we have still to
+hold a council about my toilette.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She rose hastily, held out her hand to Edwin not daring to
+raise her
+eyes to his, nodded to her husband and left the room with her faithful
+maid. The two men stood face to face for a moment in silence.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Is it true that you're going?&quot; said the count at last.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You see I had already taken leave of you,&quot; replied Edwin,
+pointing to
+the letter, which still lay on the table. &quot;I thought I should do you a
+favor by avoiding any verbal explanation, in relation to a matter which
+is painful both to you and to myself, and unfortunately hopeless also.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So you, too, think we must fear--&quot; He pointed to his
+forehead.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin was silent. He was reflecting, whether a tacit agreement
+might
+not perhaps afford a means of escape. He rejected the subterfuge.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You have appealed to my old friendship for your wife, Herr
+Count,&quot;
+said he. &quot;I owe it to her, and to yourself, to tell the truth; how
+matters have reached this point, and what share wrong and misfortune
+have played, I cannot and will not attempt to decide. But in the
+present condition of affairs, I see but one means of salvation--to
+restore her freedom. Misfortune is inevitable, if this state of things
+continues--not the one you or the doctors fear: I've never seen a
+clearer brain or more gloomy soul than the countess has. She'll not
+lose her reason, but probably with entire deliberation go to
+destruction.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You mean, Doctor--she might--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I know that she has never particularly loved life, that she
+hates it
+now, and that it will not require much to burst the overloaded vessel.
+I shall leave this house early to-morrow morning, Herr Count. My
+presence can avail nothing, prevent nothing. But once more I entreat
+you to make a hasty, strong, and noble resolution, consent to a
+separation, if you wish to preserve this precious life. This is the
+only way of rescuing what still remains to be saved. Perhaps the future
+will voluntarily restore what you can no longer hold by force.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The count had approached the window, and with folded arms was
+gazing
+out into the night. Suddenly he turned, so that the candle light fell
+full upon his deeply flushed face.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I'm very grateful to you, Herr Doctor,&quot; he said with icy
+coldness,
+&quot;for having communicated to me your--of course humble--opinion. In
+regard to what I ought to do or leave undone, you'll permit me to
+consult my own wishes, and decline friendly suggestions with my best
+thanks. For the rest, I regret that you have reasons for leaving my
+house to-morrow, but as I cannot boast of so old a friendship with you
+as the countess, it would be indiscreet to inquire into these motives
+in order perhaps to set them aside. I wish you a pleasant journey. A
+carriage will be ready to convey you to the railway station at any hour
+you may desire. Once more accept my most sincere thanks for the delay I
+have caused you, and if you should ever come into this neighborhood
+again--&quot; He bowed carelessly to Edwin, whose tongue seemed paralysed,
+and with a calm smile and patronizing wave of the hand left the room.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And this is the end!&quot; burst from the oppressed heart of the
+man who
+was left alone. He went to the table, took the note and tore it into
+tiny fragments. A feeling of bitter sorrow, in which all thought of the
+past and future were merged, overwhelmed him, his mind seemed to be in
+a dull stupor, a heavyweight rested on his breast, which he tried to
+throw off by long panting sighs; he took no note of time; not until the
+clock struck two did he rouse himself from this bewilderment, and
+remember that for more than an hour he had been standing in the same
+spot, gazing at the same figure on the silk tapestry. His limbs had
+grown stiff, and his joints ached as he walked toward his bed. He threw
+himself on the silk coverlid, still in his clothes, which he no longer
+thought it worth while to remove, and closed his eyes. The candles were
+still burning, and the moon shone so brightly into the window, that
+sleep refused to visit his eyelids. As if he were haunted by the
+illusions of fever, voices echoed in his ear Toinette's passionate
+confessions, his own wise answers, which had had so little power over
+his own heart, and the count's cold, formal words, which whenever they
+recurred to his memory sent the hot blood to his brow. Moreover, a
+faint perfume of violets surrounded him, which recalled the moment when
+her curls had rested on his breast; he fancied he felt her glowing lips
+press his, her tears on his cheek, her exquisite form in his arms,
+clinging to him as a shipwrecked sailor stretches out his arms toward
+the land.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;This is too much!&quot; he faltered--&quot;I would that daylight were
+here and
+I were a thousand miles away!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Suddenly the candles flickered and expired. He started up, and
+saw the
+first grey light of morning creeping over the trees. &quot;It's time,&quot; said
+he, &quot;quite time! This is not a house in which I can sleep.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He dipped his face in the wash basin, rubbed his cheeks and
+temples
+till the last lingering odor of violets had been washed away, then with
+trembling hands seized his traveling satchel, threw the strap over his
+shoulder, and left the room.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">No one met him as he passed along the dark corridors and down
+the wide
+staircase. Beside the main entrance was the room occupied by the
+porter, who slept with his door open and looked up in alarm when he saw
+a guest standing equipped for travel so early in the morning. The
+thaler he felt in his hand only partially enlightened him, he nodded
+sleepily when Edwin told him to give his compliments to his master and
+to say to him that he had set out before daybreak, because he preferred
+to walk in the cool of the morning. The man then opened the little side
+door adjoining the main entrance and took leave of the departing guest
+with an awkward bow.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The dogs barked as Edwin crossed the wide courtyard, but he
+met no
+human being. Outside were the dark woods, veiled by the light
+transparent haze of early dawn, and a heavy dew was beginning to fall.
+Like a flying criminal who avoids the highways, Edwin turned and
+plunged into the dense shadow of a side path. The burden that would not
+suffer him to breathe freely still rested on his heart, but his senses
+were cooled by the fresh air of the forest, and his rapid pace did him
+good. At last he came to a spot which he remembered to have visited the
+day before. In a field appeared the solitary farm house, with its steep
+gable roof and an open barn by the road side tempted him to rest a
+moment. The floor was covered with sheaves, and the air full of the
+strong odor of the fresh wheat. He threw himself down in the first
+corner, and although he intended to remain awake in order to be far on
+his way when the sun rose, the many exciting scenes of the previous day
+made sleep overpower him irresistibly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The farmer's servants found him there, when a few hours later
+they came
+to commence their work. But as they remembered having seen him the day
+before, and as he had liberally rewarded the boy who had shown him the
+way, they glided softly out to let him sleep a little longer, wondering
+among themselves that a gentleman who was a guest at the castle, should
+prefer a couch of straw. When the sun had risen higher, the farmer
+himself came to the barn, this time determined to wake the stranger.
+The countess' maid had come to ask whether the gentleman who had been
+there yesterday had not called again. He had suddenly disappeared from
+the castle, and she had a message for him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When the sleeper started up, the girl was standing with her
+back to the
+light, which entered through the barn door, and had a thick veil over
+her face. Edwin drew back. At the first glance, still under the
+influence of his dream, he fancied that he saw before him the woman
+from whom he had resolved to fly. Her voice first undeceived him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The countess wishes you a pleasant journey, regrets that the
+Herr
+Doctor did not take leave of her himself, and begs him to read the
+letter she sends, as it contains a commission which is of great
+importance to her.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Does she want an answer?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The faithful girl shook her head, declined almost with an air
+of
+offence the money he tried to press upon her, and instantly left the
+barn.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">No sooner was Edwin alone, than he read the following lines,
+which were
+hastily scrawled with a pencil.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>You've gone, you fly from me, I expected nothing different. But
+you'll come back, I know, and then you will never leave me again.
+Edwin! What a night! What a fate! I've examined my own hearty mentally
+reviewed all your cruel, honest words--all are right--but here power
+overcomes right. We belong to each other, Edwin, we were created for
+each other from the beginning; how else would it have been possible for
+your love to continue despite our separation, and me tardy, sorrowful
+recognition that you're the only man, to whom I owe all I have and
+am,--all; honor, life, soul, and body. You're going now, Edwin. You'll
+try to forget me. Do so! You must first learn that all resistance is
+unavailing, that when you do yield, you may submit to the superior
+power of Nature without a murmur, without remorse. Then we'll be happy,
+my beloved--I will make you happy. Oh! I'm so rich; my treasure was
+only buried, evil spirits guarded the spot. But I know the word that
+will break the spell--and it will be yours, and I shall know wherefore
+I live. Till then farewell, unless it be a mockery to say it; for how
+can you fare well when you may not clasp me to your breast. As for me I
+have became accustomed to the pain of your absence; I have spent four
+years in this seeming death, and only lived two moments--on your heart.
+But let us not torture ourselves-don't be too long--we've so much lost
+time to retrieve. When you come I shall have arranged all, the place of
+our refuge, the way to reach it, everything except how it will seem
+when you are free and mine, and tell me that you love me;--there my
+thoughts fail!--</i></p>
+
+<p class="right">&quot;<span class="sc">INETTE</span>.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The sun is high in the heavens, as a traveler walks along the road
+which leads from the railway station to the count's castle. The
+stalwart figure of our old friend, Heinrich Mohr, is recognizable at
+the first glance; the bold face and shapely cut nose we remember but
+not the cheerful expression that hovers around the lips and forms so
+striking a contrast to the scornful defiance which once marked the
+mouth.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He arrived by the early morning train, and on receiving
+Edwin's note,
+which he found awaiting him, instantly set off on foot in order to
+reach the castle before the heat of noon. As hat in hand, he walks
+along the little foot path beside the highway, whistling and looking up
+into the overhanging foliage, he seems a type of perfect strength and
+happiness. And yet something is apparently lacking. Suddenly pausing he
+draws forth a pocket book, in which is pasted the photograph of a
+little boy not quite three years old, with a grave earnest face, and
+gazes at it as intently as if it were a map of the country which he
+carried to guide him on his way. And in fact this child's face has
+shown him the way to a happy, peaceful life.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Just as he closes the pocket book, he sees some one
+approaching him.
+&quot;Edwin!&quot; he calls. &quot;Gracious Heaven, how do you chance to be here? You
+look as if you'd just risen from the grave. Eternal Gods! What has
+happened?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin paused. Mohr saw him move his lips without emitting a
+sound; then
+he tried to smile, but he only accomplished a sorrowful distortion of
+the face. He looked as pale as if he had not a drop of blood in his
+veins, his eyes were sunken, and his hat was thrust far back on his
+head.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Heinrich!&quot; he gasped at last, with a violent effort, &quot;it's
+well that I
+have met you--I--I don't know what might have happened--it was too much
+at once.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But man, speak, tell me--where--what has occurred--have you
+seen a
+ghost?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You've said it, Heinz--and it will not leave me in peace.
+Listen, but
+don't tell any one; I'm the old Tannhäuser and come straight from--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">His voice failed, his eyes suddenly closed, his knees
+trembled, and if
+Mohr had not hastily sprung forward, his head would have struck the
+trunk of a oak which stood close to the road.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At this moment a traveling carriage, piled with luggage and
+drawn
+by four handsome horses from the count's stable, passed them. The
+fair-haired princess was leaning back on the cushions beside Prince
+Batároff, the young prince occupied the front seat, and beside him,
+laughing and talking in the gayest manner, was Lorinser.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The travelers' servants, a maid and two valets, followed in a
+light
+hunting carriage, engaged in eager conversation, while a bottle of wine
+from the castle cellar circulated freely between them and the count's
+groom, who was driving.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">No one in either carriage noticed the group on the foot path,
+or heard
+Mohr's call to stop and take in the fainting man. Not until they had
+passed, did Mohr, who looked after them cursing the cold hearts of
+aristocrats, see the face of his mortal enemy. The blood froze in his
+veins, and he let his friend fall from his arms as if about to rush
+after the carriage. Then he suddenly regained his composure.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Drive on,&quot; he murmured. &quot;That devil's no longer to be feared.
+We have
+here to deal with other powers of darkness!&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>BOOK VI.</h2>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER I.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">Three or four hour's ride by rail from the scene of these
+incidents is
+situated the little Thuringian city where Edwin had become a teacher of
+mathematics and Franzelius had founded his printing office. The house
+for whose purchase Papa Feyertag had advanced his son-in-law a
+considerable sum, stood on the principal street, and the unpretending
+old front bore a striking resemblance to a proof sheet stained with
+printer's ink and scrawled over with various marks and dashes. Only the
+sign over the door, was new, and bore in white letters on a black
+ground the inscription: &quot;Printing done by Reinhold Franzelius.&quot; It was
+an old one story frame buildings with, a tile roof blackened by age and
+as high as the house itself, and it contained, besides the work shop, a
+number of chambers for the journeymen, and store rooms for paper and
+other articles. On entering the house, the door to the left bore the
+sign &quot;office,&quot; and to the right was the entrance to the composing room,
+from which a narrow passage led into the back building, where the
+presses were.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In the upper story, in a plainly furnished but spacious
+sitting room,
+sat two women, in whom we recognize the fair-haired Reginchen from
+Dorotheenstrasse, now Frau Franzelius, and the zaunkönig's daughter,
+now Frau Doctor Edwin. The years that have elapsed have not passed over
+the heads of either without leaving their traces, but the changes show
+to the advantage of both. When we last saw Leah, she was lying on the
+green sofa in the family sitting room at the 'Venetian palace,' with
+haggard cheeks paled by hopeless passion, and we were only permitted to
+see how the expiring spark of her young existence was rekindled by the
+touch of love. Since that time her life has expanded into a quiet,
+soul-full beauty, which is not striking at the first glance, but soon
+shows the more thoughtful observer that there must be something unusual
+about the young wife. She still wears her hair as she did in the days
+other girlhood, wound in heavy braids about her head, and fastened
+behind with two silver pins, almost in the style of the peasant girls
+of Rome or Albano. The delicate, softly rounded oval face has grown
+fuller, and no longer wears a sickly pallor, but the complexion is
+still of alabaster whiteness, so that the eyes, which are her most
+beautiful feature, glow with a still darker lustre. It would be
+difficult to say what was most attractive in the countenance, the quick
+intelligence of the eyes, or the sweet gentleness expressed in the
+curves of the full lips. Even her figure has gained an added charm,
+although her matronly dignity makes it more perceptible than ever that
+the grand outlines of the head would have better suited a prouder
+figure. But when she is seated this is not noticeable, especially when
+she laughs, when the thoughtful eyes and kindly mouth harmonize so
+perfectly, that no one could desire any alteration in the young wife's
+appearance.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Reginchen, who sits beside her in a light flowered calico
+dress, with
+her fair hair brushed plainly under an almost coquettish little white
+cap, has also perceptibly gained in beauty and fullness of figure, nay
+her form, once as slender as a swallow's seems disposed to
+<i>embonpoint</i>. But the round, childish face, on the contrary, has
+elongated, the rapid merry upward glance of the blue eyes is changed
+for an expression of quiet cheerfulness, only sometimes darkened by a
+slight cloud, when the noise made by the two little black haired boys
+grows too loud, or one or both, in playing with a large brown rocking
+horse, stumbles over his brother's legs. These two little fellows, now
+just three years old, are the famous twins, Edwin and Balder, whom
+Reginchen gave her Reinhold in the first year of their marriage. They
+are, as Edwin has already told Marquard, ridiculously like their
+father, grave, black eyed, white-teethed little prodigies, with voices
+which really afford a most favorable augury for the future of the young
+tribunes of the people, who despite their turbulent, unruly conduct,
+are the kindest hearted little fellows in the world, and cling to their
+mother in particular with such wild, jealous tenderness, that when both
+fall upon her at once, Reginchen is in considerable danger of being
+strangled and suffocated by her own children. Totally unlike these
+comical miniature editions of their father, is the youngest child, a
+delicate, quiet, fair-haired little girl about a year old, still a
+nursling, and whose presence a blind man would scarcely notice. The
+father declared her Balder's living image, and racked his brains for a
+long time to try whether this child, whom he loves with special
+tenderness, could not be given some name which would likewise recall
+his never to be forgotten friend. But Reginchen, willingly as she
+indulges her Reinhold's every wish, had a decided objection to
+Baldriane or Waltharia, and insisted that this tender spring blossom
+should bear her grandmother's honest name, Friederike, to which, since
+Reginchen, as the true daughter of a shoemaker, and knows how to put
+down her little foot at times, he made no objection.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When Leah, as was her daily habit during Edwin's absence, came
+at
+twilight to see her friend and neighbor, the latter had just nursed the
+child and was holding it quietly in her lap, where it was falling
+asleep.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Excuse me if I remain seated,&quot; she said in a low voice,
+though the two
+young bawlers, the twins, had no respect for their little sister's
+slumber. &quot;Riekchen is just going to sleep; I can lay her in the cradle
+in a few minutes. I'm so glad you've come. We should have sent for you
+to-day at any rate. Father's here; he arrived unexpectedly without any
+other reason than because he couldn't live any longer without seeing
+the two boys. He scarcely looked at Riekchen--to be sure, it will be a
+long time,&quot; she continued with a low laugh, &quot;before the dear child is
+old enough for the 'explosive effect' father's always talking about. He
+asked about you, too, and wanted to go at once to give you a message
+from your parents, but he began to talk to my Reinhold in the old
+strain about progress and the welfare of the people, and they didn't
+stop till it grew dark, and as it's Sunday evening Reinhold took him to
+the workmen's union. There, now she's asleep, now the pet can be put
+down. Have you shaken hands with Aunt Leah, boys? They look horribly.
+Their father brought home some chocolate cigars, and its no use to wash
+them. Will you keep quiet, you little good for nothings?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Little Edwin, after hastily shaking hands with Leah, had
+climbed on the
+sofa, clasped both arms around his mother's neck, rumpled her cap, and
+pressed his curly black head against her's, playing all sorts of tricks
+and stammering loving words in his broken language. Balder was also
+endeavoring to climb up the other side of the sofa, so that the
+sleeping child opened her large blue eyes again and stared with a
+frightened gaze at the black kobold. Leah could not help laughing, and
+hastily went forward to take the sweet little thing in her arms. The
+maid-servant was called in to assist, and her powerful arms at last
+succeeded in pulling the wild twins away from their mother and out of
+the room.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;They'll kill me!&quot; exclaimed Reginchen in comic despair, as
+Leah
+re-entered. &quot;Reinhold might manage them, but he only laughs instead of
+helping me. And I, with the best intentions--but sit down, dearest, and
+let's talk to each other a little while. You can't imagine how much
+trouble it costs me to get a half hour to myself. How often I envy you
+your quiet house, and you have the whole day to read and write and
+think. I, with our great household, and the care of all the workmen, to
+whom I fill a mother's place--isn't it comical,&quot; she laughed, fastening
+her cap straight again, &quot;to look at me and think what I used to be, and
+what I am now. It would be a sin to complain, but I'm sorry for one
+thing--that there's no chance of my husband's teaching me anything, as
+I am always begging him to do. But in the evening, when I have him an
+hour to myself and might read and learn something, my eyes close, and
+the finest poem or novel is not half as delightful as my bed. When I
+complain of this to Reinhold, he laughs at me. He thinks I'm well
+educated enough; he's still so much in love, that he doesn't see my
+deficiencies. But when I get to be an old woman and sit with my old
+husband, and can scarcely understand half the things he's thinking and
+writing--well, it will be his own fault, so he can't complain. I only
+speak of it, because it always gives me a pang when you find me so
+among the children--and I can't divide any of the blessing with you.
+But you see every joy has its thorns, even that which seems most
+enviable. You, as a compensation, live alone with your husband, and he
+tells you everything he thinks, and you two are so completely one all
+day long that you needn't desire anything else. Ain't I right,
+dearest?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She had nestled close to her silent friend, who listened with
+a
+peculiar, almost triumphant smile. &quot;You're a little hypocrite,&quot; she now
+said, taking Reginchen's face between her hands and pressing a hasty
+kiss upon her brow. &quot;You know very well, how I feel beside you--and
+because you've a kind heart and love me, want to make me believe you'd
+sell your three children for the title of Doctor, you wicked mother.
+But just because you were only acting, and I, with all my culture, am
+not so skillful in hypocrisy as you--you cunning child of nature--come,
+let me whisper something in your ear, that no one has yet heard--not
+even he who has the best right to hear it--and you must also promise me
+that not a soul shall know it, not even he from whom you usually have
+no secrets. Your hand upon it, Ginchen!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She held out her hand for her friend to clasp; but the wife
+and mother
+started up with a cry of joy, that vividly recalled the little house
+swallow of former days, exclaiming: &quot;Is it true? Are you sure? Oh!
+dear, dearest Leah--&quot; and she threw her arms around her neck in a
+tumult of the most enthusiastic delight; &quot;let me kiss and hug and
+congratulate you, and no seven seals shall close my mouth, since I
+guessed it before you said a word, and besides how could I conceal it?
+Reinhold always says he reads my face better than a page printed in the
+clearest type, the tease! and now your father and mother--everything
+will be well again, and I take back every word I just said, merely to
+drive away your longing. No! without a child--all the learning of a
+whole library couldn't make me happy, or you either, dearest, and
+because I knew that, I've always half grudged myself my own happiness,
+and often--God forgive me the sin--thought whether it wouldn't be
+better, if we didn't live in the same city; that's all my wickedness,
+and now I'll keep still and you shall punish me soundly for my deceit,
+and then let me kiss you for the good news. Merciful Heavens, what will
+Edwin say!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">During this enthusiastic outburst of joy she had been dancing
+about the
+room like a crazy person, and now suddenly sat down in Leah's lap,
+threw her arms around her, and humbly bent her head, as if expecting
+the chastisement would be given in good earnest. Leah bent toward her.
+&quot;You're a sweet child,&quot; she said, secretly drying her tearful eyes in
+Reginchen's hair. &quot;Come, be sensible. And I'm entirely in earnest about
+keeping the matter a secret. Who knows whether I may not be
+disappointed? Have I not twice cherished the hope, only to be doubly
+unhappy? That's why Edwin must know nothing about it until I'm
+perfectly sure. Oh! darling, I'll never, never forget that you have
+rejoiced with me. It seems as if I had discovered to-day, for the first
+time, that you really love me, and what a precious treasure you are.
+The man would not deserve you at all, who would question of the books
+you had read or the subjects you were able to discuss.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">They held each other in a close embrace, and then with all the
+unwearied energy of a woman's fancy, Reginchen began to picture the
+happy future Leah might now expect. But she insisted that she should be
+required to keep the secret from her Reinhold only so long as Edwin
+himself knew nothing of it. She asked when he would return. Since the
+arrival of the letter Edwin had written at the hotel, which was now
+four days old, Leah had not heard from him, and therefore concluded he
+would not remain much longer away. &quot;This is the first time,&quot; said she,
+&quot;that we've been separated so many days, and I know that if he didn't
+consider it necessary for his health, he wouldn't have stayed half so
+long.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But it's strange he doesn't write oftener,&quot; said Reginchen.
+&quot;When my
+Reinhold has to go to Leipsic on business, I get half a dozen letters
+from him. You must train your husband better. Besides writing's his
+trade.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You don't know him, dearest. Precisely because he's in the
+habit of
+telling me everything, it's hard for him to communicate with me, even
+an hour every day, by his pen. He feels a sort of defiance against the
+separation. He won't learn to be satisfied with a little, and if he
+can't have all, prefers to get nothing.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It may be so,&quot; replied her friend. &quot;Besides, it always seems
+to me as
+if you two really didn't need to speak to each other at all, but
+exchanged your thoughts without the aid of words. But only let little
+Leah come, and she'll give you some entirely new thoughts. Reinhold's
+letters and mine contain nothing but anecdotes about the children; if
+any one else should read them, he would laugh at us. But we're
+perfectly serious.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Steps ascending the staircase interrupted these confidential
+outpourings. The father-in-law and son-in-law, who had returned from
+the workmen's meeting, entered, Franzelius exactly the same us in the
+old days, only thanks to his little wife, with hair somewhat more
+smoothly brushed and cravat more evenly tied, while the black eyes
+under the bushy brows beamed with a quiet, almost shy expression of
+love and happiness, which he owed to the same little wife also. Papa
+Feyertag, on the contrary, was scarcely recognizable. The once
+benevolent face, with its smile of superiority, had assumed a strangely
+eager, excited expression, which together with a half grown grey
+moustache rendered it by no means attractive. Instead of the neat,
+quiet dress which he was in the habit of wearing on Sundays in his
+shop, his short, thick set figure was clad in the fashionable garb of a
+tourist, a mustard colored shade of cloth, variegated with little
+points and dots from head to foot, and in addition a ridiculous little
+hat with a blue ribbon. He was heated, and seemed to break off an angry
+conversation with his son-in-law as he perceived the visitor. Reginchen
+cast a hasty glance at her husband, which the latter answered with a
+slight shrug of the shoulders, but when a lamp was brought in and the
+simple supper placed upon the table, the cheerful mood that usually
+reigned in the household soon returned, and even the old gentleman
+became more good natured. He told Leah that his wife, who had never
+been farther from Berlin than Potsdam or the Müggelsee, had this time
+also obstinately refused to visit her daughter in her own house. She
+declared she could not eat anything that was not cooked in Berlin
+water, and during the one night she spent at Potsdam, she had been
+unable to close her eyes, because there were no good beds out of
+Berlin. &quot;What's to be done, dear Frau Doctorin? Women are women. I
+tried to conquer her by rousing her jealousy, and threatened to
+persuade the Frau Professorin, I mean Madame König, your step-mother,
+to come with me, as your father unfortunately cannot stir from home on
+account of his gout. She knows I think your mother a very beautiful
+lady, in spite of her forty-five years, and we're always joking
+together. But she also knew very well, that it was only a joke, for
+that young couple--your parents I mean--can't be so easily separated.
+They gave me the kindest messages for you, and asked why you didn't
+come to Berlin. After all, you owe it to your parents to do so, and you
+might be so comfortable in their new house.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A teacher of mathematics, who has learned how to calculate
+and has
+opportunities in abundance for doing so, doesn't find it as easy to
+travel, as a house-owner in the capital,&quot; replied Leah with a faint
+blush. &quot;Besides Edwin needs his vacations to regain his strength, and
+Berlin, as he always says, is a great human mill, where one is ground
+to powder in a fortnight.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why, he lived there more than fourteen years, and was always
+well,&quot;
+said the old man. &quot;'But every one to his taste.'&quot; He, for instance,
+could not endure to stay six months in such a little place as this
+town, where his children lived. He should feel like a great pike that
+had wandered into stagnant water and could not find its way back to the
+flowing river again. &quot;The future, dear Frau Doctorin,&quot; he continued,
+&quot;belongs to the great cities; smaller ones are dying out. I shall not
+live to see the day--but you and my children may perhaps do so, at any
+rate the little ones sleeping yonder--when Germany will have no cities
+nearer to each other than fifty miles; but then to be sure each will be
+a city indeed, containing at least eight hundred thousand inhabitants,
+without counting the suburbs. The culture which the present time
+demands of men, is not possible to be attained without great means and
+the arts and sciences can be properly fostered only in the great
+centres of commerce. I heard a lecture delivered before our society,&quot;
+he continued, &quot;which will soon appear in print. I will send you a copy
+as soon as it is published.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And where's the bread and meat for the great cities to come
+from, dear
+father?&quot; asked Franzelius, who had been silently listening, and
+meantime making great havoc in these two articles, which his wife had
+set before him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That's the business of the railroads,&quot; replied the shoemaker,
+without
+the slightest embarrassment. &quot;The country people, or rather the members
+of the great rural industrial societies, will go out every morning
+through the open country, till the fields, attend to the cattle, and
+return by rail in the evening to the city, which they'll reach in time
+to witness William Tell or hear Lucca. Why should these worthy people
+be forever excluded from all education and culture, merely because
+hitherto no theatres, concerts, and universities have existed in the
+villages?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;They'll have to stay in the country over night very often
+during the
+haying season,&quot; Franzelius dryly remarked.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The old man cast a side glance at him, to see if he were in
+jest or
+earnest, but no satirical lines were to be discovered in his
+son-in-law's open, honest face. Nevertheless the old apostle of
+progress, evidently irritated, relapsed into silence, and it was long
+ere Leah could succeed in restoring him to his former cheerful mood.
+She told him of Heinrich Mohr's happy marriage and fatherly pride, and
+asked about Reginchen's brother, who was also married and had obtained
+an excellent position in Russia, as engineer of a new railroad. At
+intervals her eyes sometimes met those of the little fair-haired wife,
+twinkling merrily with joy over the secret so recently disclosed, as if
+they wanted to ask: &quot;what's all this chatter to the great news we both
+know of?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When the clock struck nine, in spite of Reginchen's
+remonstrances, Leah
+prepared for her departure. She knew that the members of the household
+retired early and rose betimes. When she was about to shake hands with
+Herr Feyertag also, he declared he would not be refused the pleasure of
+escorting her home. &quot;It's only around the corner,&quot; said Leah, &quot;and this
+is such a small town, that the streets are perfectly safe at night
+without masculine protection.&quot; But the old man would not be denied. He
+seized his little hat with the blue ribbon, patted his daughter on the
+back, and shook hands with his son-in-law somewhat formally. They need
+not wait up for him, he said. He could not retire so early, and would
+stroll about in search of adventure.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When they found themselves in the street and about twenty
+paces from
+the house, the singular man suddenly stopped short and said to his
+companion:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You've probably perceived, Frau Doctorin, that I have
+something on my
+mind. Do you know the real object of my coming here? It was not, as my
+daughter thinks, on account of the two black haired boys, though I love
+the little fellows well enough to eat them, but because of a dream. You
+see, a short time ago, I came home rather late from one of our
+meetings, where there had been some very good speeches, and fretted
+before I fell asleep, because I was always obliged to hold my tongue,
+since, as my friend the assessor says, I've taken rather a passive than
+an active part in education. 'Well,' I thought, 'every one has not the
+gift of being a great orator, and he who makes comfortable boots for
+people does his share toward healthful progress.' Just then I fell
+asleep, and just imagine what I dreamed. I was standing out of doors on
+the parade ground, and suddenly I saw something dark coming toward me,
+moving in regular rank and file, and making a great deal of dust; but
+the columns were very low, not more than two feet above the ground. As
+it drew nearer, what did I see? Nothing but boots and shoes, regularly
+divided into regiments, like an army, according to the various styles;
+jackboots, dancing shoes, slippers, spatter-dashes, in short everything
+that has ever been manufactured in a shoe-maker's shop, and in fact, as
+I instantly recognized by the shape and workmanship, in my own. Now I
+knew at once, without being told by any one, that these were the boots
+and shoes which had passed through my hands since the time I was
+apprenticed; the collected work, so to speak, of my life. 'Now,' a
+voice seemed to say, 'you can see what you've accomplished in this
+world, and whether you've any right to imagine you've been of any
+special aid to progress.' I tell you, Frau Doctorin, it was horrible to
+see how the little black army, exactly like the roaches and beetles on
+a kitchen hearth, thronged past me into the Thiergarten and through the
+Brandenbourg-Gate--mere feet without any bodies--and I stood there like
+a beaten cur, covering my face with my hands, and at last, in spite of
+my horror, unable to keep from laughing aloud which awoke me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;When I told the dream to my wife, she only said in her quiet
+way: 'Now
+you see what comes of your stupid fancies, Feyertag. The vision means
+nothing but: &quot;Cobbler stick to your last!&quot;' I made no reply, I know how
+limited her views are, and women are women. But I've made a firm
+resolution to have nothing more to do with shoe-making. The rest of my
+life I will devote to higher purposes, caring for the head instead of
+the feet, helping those whom people try to stretch on the same last
+till they get moral corns--I mean grow stupid--and to getting the air,
+which is called freedom of thought. I instantly said to myself: 'your
+son-in-law is just the right man to aid you. You must get him, and then
+set off on a journey; he has the tongue, you the money, like Moses and
+Aaron, and then you can visit the various workmen's societies and
+every-where provide for true culture and enlightenment.' But would you
+believe that the man, who formerly made such fine speeches, and wrote
+articles on every conceivable subject, can't be induced to move in the
+matter. When I explained my plan to him to-day, he looked at me very
+quietly, and only said: 'That's all very fine, father, but I can't help
+you; my business will not permit me to go wandering about the world.'
+And in the evening he took me to a workman's society he has established
+here, where every thing was quiet and orderly, it must be admitted, but
+where there was no display of rhetoric at all. Reinhold had brought a
+book written by a certain Buckle, about civilization and the history of
+the world and such things. But it was terribly prosy and
+circumstantial, there was not a trace of vital questions, points of
+view, and humane learning, and much of it was incomprehensible to me,
+so that I wondered they all listened so quietly, as if to a sermon.
+When the reading was over, I thought: 'Surely Feyertag, you ought to
+open the horizon of the capital to these provincial people, and I began
+very fluently to make a speech; for my friend, the assessor, had said
+something like it day before yesterday, and I've long been familiar
+with rhetorical tricks and practice them every day before my
+apprentices in the work-shop. I only lacked courage in Berlin. But do
+you suppose it made any impression on these country block-heads?
+Neither the absolute and the ablative nor realism had the slightest
+effect--I might as well have talked to the walls! Of course, in such
+stagnant water, people have no idea what the stream of the spirit of
+the age, and purpose, and representation, and the French Revolution,
+and self-government--you know what I mean, Frau Doctorin. But these
+narrow minds! When I concluded and asked whether any one wished to
+discuss the matter, only one man rose; he said he had not understood
+me, I must explain what I meant more clearly. But Reinhold looked at
+his watch and said it was too late for this evening; they could return
+to the subject at the next meeting. But I clearly saw that he only
+wanted to prevent me from interfering with his Buckle's civilization,
+and therefore closed the meeting. He has grown narrow-minded, Frau
+Doctorin, his wife and children and his business--everything else is a
+matter of indifference to him. He didn't tell me as plainly as my old
+wife did, but it amounted to the same thing--I'd better stick to my
+last.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It's your own fault, Herr Feyertag,&quot; replied Leah smiling,
+while the
+old man took a pinch of snuff from his little box. &quot;Why did you make
+our friend so happy, by giving him the most charming wife in the world,
+so that he's now far too well satisfied with his own little family
+circle, to think of roaming about the world. Stay a few weeks here and
+see how he provides, not only for himself, but for all who share his
+labor, and you'll surely no longer be angry with him because he wants
+to stick to his last.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Herr Feyertag's only reply was a shake of the head. Meantime
+they had
+reached Leah's home, a low one story house in a side street, where
+there was not even a light burning. The maid-servant had heard them
+coming, and appeared at the door with a little lamp.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;When will your husband come back?&quot; asked the old man sighing.
+&quot;He, I
+hope, will understand me, and make the matter clear to Reinhold, too.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I'm expecting him very soon. But you must come and see me
+to-morrow at
+any rate, and we'll discuss this subject farther. Believe me, dear Herr
+Feyertag, you'll not accomplish much with Edwin either. We're so happy
+in our narrow sphere, and he in particular, feels that without moving
+from this place, he can influence the whole world--I doubt very much
+whether he'll approve or support your plan. However--I won't prejudice
+him though. Good night.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She cordially shook hands with him, and then entered the
+house, while
+the disappointed shoemaker, drawing the hat with the blue ribbon low
+over his brow, walked back muttering and gesticulating to the main
+street, to find at some ale house more appreciative souls.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER II.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">The ground floor of the house where Edwin and Leah had lived
+four
+years, was arranged in the simplest manner; three little rooms and a
+chamber for the maid-servant, or, as Edwin said, no longer one tun but
+three small ones and a band-box. The room looking out upon the street,
+however, had two large windows; one was occupied by Edwin's desk, the
+other by the artist's table from the Venetian palace. The old furniture
+had also been brought to the little town, the book-case with the two
+busts, the green sofa on which Leah had rested when she gave Edwin her
+hand, over it the two engravings of Raphael's pictures, which had hung
+above the brothers' beds, and close by, on a pedestal, a cast of the
+bust of Leah's mother. The only new thing was a harmonium, a bridal
+present from Frau Valentin, who knew how Edwin loved music. As he cared
+less for master pieces and their perfect execution, than for the
+elementary magic of harmony, Leah's art was sufficient to conjure this
+spell from the full toned instrument.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The other art, of which she was mistress, she had eagerly
+cultivated.
+She had no lack of time, she said with a sorrowful smile. Edwin, even
+during his most arduous mental labor, liked to have her in the same
+room, quietly occupied with her painting, often for hours exchanging
+only a glance; or he stood behind her chair, looked silently at her
+work and gently smoothed her dark hair, as he used to stroke Balder's
+fair mane. Then she would glance smilingly up into his face, until he
+bent over her and kissed her lips. He said her presence helped him to
+think. Certain subtle psychological revelations would never have come
+to him, but for this quiet enlarging and supplementing of his nature
+through his other self. Frequently he was not even conscious of her
+presence in any other way than as his right hand while writing was
+aware that the left rested upon the paper. And yet the sheet would
+often become displaced, if both hands did not share in the work.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">As she now returned to the cosy room, and after sending the
+maid-servant to-bed, sat down in her &quot;inspiration corner,&quot; as Edwin
+called one end of the sofa (the little lamp burned brightly on the
+table before her, illuminating the profile of Demosthenes on the
+bookcase, the writing desk so long without a master, and all the other
+witnesses of their bright young happiness) for the first time she was
+overpowered by the consciousness that many things would soon be
+changed, that when the young life under her heart looked forth into the
+world with two bright eyes and gave utterance to its joys and sorrows,
+this room, where silent thoughts and lovely flowers peacefully unfolded
+side by side, could no longer be her one and all. She thought of the
+words with which Edwin had tried to console his childless wife, how he
+had said that two people in their situation lived in a state of
+perpetual betrothal, and that any third person, even were it their own
+child, at first came between them like a stranger. &quot;No,&quot; she said to
+herself, &quot;it's a part of ourselves too, it's only like a mirror,
+wherein we see both our faces melted into one. Besides, he didn't mean
+it seriously, it was only before he knew--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She now became absorbed in thinking how everything would be,
+how she
+would manage to always remain near Edwin, without disturbing him by the
+little sprawling screaming creature, and whenever she thought with
+secret terror of the two unruly black haired twins, from whom no corner
+of her friend's large house was secure, she consoled herself with the
+memory of quiet, fair-haired little Riekchen, beside whom one might
+solve the most difficult mathematical problems undisturbed. It would
+have fair hair, she thought, smiling in blissful anticipation, it must
+resemble Edwin feature for feature, possess the same beautiful blue
+eyes, the same grave brow. Now her thoughts wandered from the little
+stranger to him whom she knew as well, nay better than herself, and as
+with all the powers of her soul she conjured up his image to the
+smallest detail, a passionate longing suddenly overpowered her, a
+painful sense of loneliness, mingled with such an enthusiastic
+admiration of the beloved, that she started up and paced to and fro in
+a sort of ecstacy, connecting his name with loving, tender words, such
+as she had never addressed to him in person. She suddenly thought it a
+sin that when he was with her, she had maintained such a strange
+reserve, and never allowed herself to frankly show him the inmost
+depths of her heart. &quot;He doesn't know how I idolize him,&quot; she said to
+herself. &quot;I know it very well, I knew it from the beginning, but I'm
+always afraid of myself--and of him too. His love did not exist like
+mine, from the first hour of our meeting, it has grown by degrees,
+perhaps I should have startled him, if I had shown how the flames were
+blazing in my soul. But it's wrong, he shall know of it when he
+comes back. There's always too much philosophy between us--love is
+folly--happy nonsense--laughing and weeping without sense or reason.
+That's the way I've always loved him, to the disappearance and
+forgetfulness of all reason, and he--he began differently, my few good
+traits, my little share of cleverness attracted him. It was enough at
+that time--he gave me what he had, and in my utter poverty it was an
+untold treasure. But when he comes back, then he shall see what a
+foolishly happy, loving wife he has in me--my beloved husband, my one
+and all, my Lord and my God, my life and my world--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Thus her rapturous longing found utterance in low confused
+murmurs,
+while she wandered about the room, now taking in her hand the pen with
+which he had written, and then with a caressing gesture stroking the
+book that still lay open on his desk. Her temples throbbed feverishly,
+she opened a window and leaned out into the dark street, where every
+thing was asleep, except a kitten gliding over the stone door sill.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But who was approaching from the main street? Two men walking
+arm in
+arm, and carrying canes and traveling satchels? And now she distinctly
+heard the words: &quot;You see, my boy, your little wife has not yet gone to
+rest--mock widows never retire early--you've horrible pavements, and
+the gas apparently relies upon receiving a little voluntary assistance
+from the light of cigars. Is it much farther?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Heinrich,&quot; replied another voice, which thrilled the heart of
+the
+listener at the window, &quot;it would be better for us to go back and I'll
+spend the night with you at the hotel. It's so late--so unexpected--I
+know her--she won't close her eyes all night--and I--I am so utterly
+exhausted--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Edwin!&quot; cried a joyous voice from the only lighted window in
+the dark
+street. The pedestrian involuntarily paused and grasped his friend's
+arm with a convulsive pressure. &quot;She's awake,&quot; he said hastily in an
+undertone, &quot;she has heard us, so it can't be helped! Not a word this
+evening, do you hear? Poor darling, it will come soon enough; is that
+you, Leah?&quot; he now exclaimed, suddenly quickening his pace. &quot;There,
+child, now you see what you've done with your promised surprise. I
+wanted to be generous, too, and as I could think of nothing else,
+decided that the best surprise would be myself. Good Evening, dearest!&quot;
+and he took both hands, which she extended to him through the window,
+and pressed them in his cold trembling fingers; &quot;I thank God for being
+here, where I belong! I have the honor of presenting to you an old
+acquaintance, Herr Heinrich Mohr, the father of his son, of whom I've
+already written to you. I couldn't induce him to satisfy himself with
+an improvised couch on the green sofa. He thinks he can find a bed at
+the Star, on which he can more comfortably stretch his six feet of
+length. Is all well, dearest? but come, open the door for us. We must
+at least have a glass of wine together--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He had released her hands, but she did not move from the
+window. These
+shallow jesting words had fallen on her soul like a frost and had
+paralysed her. She did not speak; she addressed no word of welcome to
+the old friend, asked no question as to how her beloved husband had
+fared. This, then, was the meeting for which she had waited with such
+ardent longing.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Don't be afraid, Frau Leah, that I shall make use of this
+thoughtless
+invitation and trouble you this, evening,&quot; said Mohr laughing. &quot;Old
+friends are the most inconvenient articles in the world, when married
+people meet after a separation. To-morrow I'll take the liberty of
+knocking at your door to give you my wife's message and a photograph of
+the little Mohr, but now I shall wish you a good night's rest. No, my
+dear fellow, I need no guide. I looked carefully at your 'Star' as we
+passed by, and shall find it again in spite of my small share of
+astronomical knowledge. Good night, Frau Doctorin.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He raised his hat, pressed Edwin's hand, and walked back
+toward the
+main street.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin still stood under the window.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It seems like a dream to be at home again,&quot; said he. &quot;This
+whole day,
+while we were marching like two lunatics, merely to get here, I have
+been constantly thinking of our old home, and how delightful it would
+be to clasp your hand again, and now I'm standing here, and the old
+stones are still firm, and I--but you're so silent; the surprise was
+too sudden; well, I hope yours--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I'll open the door for you,&quot; she said, making a mighty effort
+to
+repress her tears. &quot;Oh! Edwin, is it really you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She left the window and took up the little lamp from the
+table; but
+suddenly replaced it again. Why should she let him read her feelings in
+her face? So she went through the dark entry, opened the door, and felt
+herself clasped in his arms; but passionate as was his embrace, she
+noticed that he did not seek to press his lips against hers, but rested
+his forehead on her shoulder, repeating her name over and over again.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I'm with you once more, my dearest, we have each other again.
+It seems
+as if we'd been parted for years--Leah, my faithful darling--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Come into the room,&quot; she murmured. &quot;You're exhausted, and
+your
+forehead is wet with perspiration. Why did you hurry so recklessly?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, yea, scold me, dear Wisdom. It's hard to keep within
+bounds. But
+I'm here again, all is well now. What's the matter?&quot; he continued, as
+he entered the room and saw how his pale face, now fully revealed by
+the lamp-light, startled her. &quot;I'm perfectly well--that is, I have
+suffered a few days from a nervous attack, similar to my old ones, but
+the famous household medicine--so-called because it can only be used
+out of the house--air and exercise,--has done wonders. And now--I'm as
+delighted as a child to see the green sofa again,--all our furniture;
+it can hardly be called princely, we must admit, but it's pretty, very
+pretty; and my dear little wife--I'll wager you have painted a whole
+table service while I was away, and the famous surprise is that the
+roses on your cheeks have been transplanted to the china. Well, I
+repeat again as I see--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">While uttering these hasty words he had sunk down on the sofa
+and
+closed his eyes, evidently in the greatest exhaustion. A strange smile,
+that cut her to the heart, rested on his lips. When he again looked up,
+she was kneeling beside him, clasping his hands and gazing with an
+expression of the most loving anxiety into his face, to seek for some
+consoling glance that would explain all this as only the consequences
+of over fatigue.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Dear wife,&quot; said he, &quot;if you could give me a mouthful to eat,
+or no,
+only a sip of the Spanish wine mamma sent us--and then--then we'll go
+to rest.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She instantly started up and hurried out of the room, soon
+returning
+bringing with her wine, bread and cold meat. Edwin nodded smilingly.
+&quot;Little housewife!&quot; he exclaimed, drawing her down beside him on the
+sofa. But he only touched her forehead with his lips, and did not
+appear to notice the glass of wine she poured out for him. &quot;I'm so
+happy, so happy!&quot; he repeated again and again. &quot;I drink to peace and
+rest and--love!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He tried to draw her toward him, but with a feeling of secret
+horror
+she gently repelled him. &quot;Edwin,&quot; said she, &quot;what has happened? You
+can't deceive me for I knew it at the first word you uttered, though
+you strove to conceal it; you've experienced something that has greatly
+excited, agitated, or saddened you. Won't you tell me about it? We've
+always told each other everything.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, indeed, dearest,&quot; he said with a weary nod, while he
+gently
+patted her on the cheek. &quot;You're my strong-hearted little girl, my
+trusty comrade, my dear left hand, that always knows what the right
+hand is doing. But it's late, my eyes are closing with sleep and there
+will be plenty of time to-morrow--to-morrow, and the day after, and
+during our whole lives. What have I experienced? Nothing dangerous.
+We've passed through a storm, the thunderbolt struck close beside us,
+and we have been drenched to the skin, that's all. The warmth here will
+soon dry us again. Come, dearest. What says old Catullus?</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p class="t1" style="text-indent:-4px">&quot;Oh! how pleasant it is from all care to part!<br>
+Heavily all burdens fall away from the heart,<br>
+As weary of life's toils we return to our home,<br>
+Reposing there restfully, no more to roam.&quot;</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Do you want to sit up any longer, child?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">While repeating the verse, he had risen from the sofa with
+evident
+effort and approached the door of the bed room. There, leaning against
+it, he looked back at her. &quot;Good Heavens, you're weeping!&quot; he
+exclaimed, suddenly shaking off all fatigue. &quot;What in the world is the
+matter?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh! Edwin,&quot; she said, gently repelling his passionate
+embrace,
+&quot;forgive me, it's wrong. I ought not to be so childish. But my feelings
+overpowered me. Sleep! How can I think of sleeping, when I see you
+return so changed, with a burden on your heart which, for the first
+time, I'm not allowed to share! And yet this is wrong, you're so
+tired and ought above all to find rest here, and not a weeping wife.
+To-morrow--will you not? to-morrow, when you've slept--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, not to-morrow!&quot; he murmured bending over her and stroking
+her hair
+caressingly with both hands. &quot;This very day, dearest, though it should
+cost us all sleep. This was the object for which I longed, the reason I
+could not wait, and walked without ceasing ten miles in six hours. And
+now I am here, I'm so cowardly that I want to sneak off to bed, instead
+of first confessing everything to my brave other self and begging
+absolution! Come, let me sit down beside you again; and be comforted,
+you see it has not cost me my life, I am here, holding your dear hands,
+and I feel more deeply than ever before, that we two are one, and that
+no power of Heaven or Hell can separate us.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He now sat down beside her and began to quietly relate
+everything that
+had occurred, from the time he finished his letter to her and Marquard
+entered his room, till he met Mohr in the forest, where after the long
+superhuman strain of all the powers of his soul and senses, he had lost
+consciousness for a moment. Nothing was concealed or palliated. It was
+evidently a relief to recall to mind all his tortures, his weaknesses,
+and his honest struggle, now that he knew himself to be safe, where the
+friends who had followed at his heels could not pursue him into the
+sacred abode of his peace. The longer he spoke, the calmer became his
+voice, the clearer his glance. &quot;It is over,&quot; he concluded, pressing her
+hand to his cheek. &quot;I hope you'll praise me, dearest, for having done
+so well. To be sure, I've not the strong nerves essential to rude
+courage, and when I do anything heroic, feel long afterwards by the
+miserable trembling of my heart, what the exertion of moral courage has
+cost me. But be calm, child, this was the last attack. It will haunt me
+for a time; if you had seen her--even without being affected as I was
+by the old fate that binds me to this mysterious creature--you could
+not have helped feeling the deepest compassion. What a life is before
+her with nothing but the vague hope of some change that may release her
+and give her some reason for loving existence! My beloved reason, that
+helps me over unsolved questions, that sits incarnate beside me, and
+that all my future care--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You've not yet shown me her letter,&quot; she interrupted in an
+expressionless tone. They were the first words she had spoken for half
+an hour.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The letter, child? Why do you wish to read it? It's as
+incoherent a
+collection of sentences as was ever scrawled by a poor tortured soul. I
+assure you I've not read it a second time myself.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If I'm to know her thoroughly, to feel any real compassion
+for her, I
+must read it, Edwin. Give it to me. You see I am calm. I have told
+myself often enough, that this must come some day. It's a misfortune,
+like any other, only far more sad than every day sorrow. But with
+honest purpose, and--time--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh! child,&quot; he exclaimed, drawing her tenderly toward him,
+&quot;have
+patience with me, leave it to time, do not doubt my honest purpose. I
+was sure of it--one hour with you, and the enchantment would be
+powerless, the magic spell shamed by your dear presence. I thank you
+for having insisted upon knowing everything to-day. Now for the first
+time I can hope to sleep. The last two nights, in spite of Heinrich's
+company and all the fatigues of traveling, I could not obtain anything
+worthy of the name of repose. I had dreams which I should pity a
+condemned man for having. Now if I can hold your hand--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Please go first,&quot; she said without looking at him. &quot;I'll come
+directly---as soon as I've read the letter.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You might wait until to-morrow--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;This very day! Do me this favor; then to-morrow all will be
+over.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He took out his pocket book and looked for the fatal letter.
+&quot;There it
+is,&quot; said he. &quot;I scarcely know myself what she really wrote, except
+that it excited and grieved me inexpressibly. Oh! if we could find some
+way to help her endure life! Think of the matter, my beloved Wisdom.
+I've racked my brains in vain. Perhaps you will have some advice to
+offer.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She nodded, apparently with the most perfect composure, and
+while he
+remained in the room held the letter in her hand, without opening it.
+But he had scarcely entered the adjoining room with the little lamp he
+had just lighted, when with trembling hands and cheeks suffused by a
+sudden flush, she opened the envelope and with restless eyes devoured
+the lines.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When the maid-servant entered the room early the next morning,
+she was
+startled to find her mistress lying asleep on the green sofa, with the
+lamp, whose oil had now burned out, on the table beside her. Her
+astonishment increased, when she looked through the half open door of
+the chamber and saw her master, whose late return she had not heard,
+quietly sleeping in his bed. The noise she made in her attempt to leave
+the room again, roused the young wife; she glanced around in her
+bewilderment and evidently could not remember how she happened to be on
+this unusual couch. The fatal letter still lay on the table before her,
+and she suddenly recollected all. She motioned to the servant to keep
+quiet, and crept on tip-toe to the threshold of the adjoining room,
+where she paused and listened to Edwin's regular breathing. The next
+instant she had removed her clothes, noiselessly lain down beside him,
+and gazing at the twilight with wide open eyes, awaited the unclosing
+of his.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER III.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">It was Sunday. The bells that rang at nine o'clock to summon
+the people
+to church, roused the sleeper. It was a long time before he remembered
+how he happened to be in his own bed, and that he was again at home. A
+quiet, dreamy mood still haunted him, in which he said little, but
+gazed into vacancy with a smile and then looked around, as if in quest
+of something. He wanted Leah with him continually, sought her in the
+kitchen in order with all sorts of jesting words, to bring her back to
+the sitting room, and then walked up and down the spotless floor with
+his arm thrown fondly around her, now and then leaning his head on hers
+and asking various questions, without paying any special attention to
+the answers she gave. He even spoke of the surprise she had in store
+for him. &quot;It is nothing,&quot; she replied gently, releasing herself from
+his embrace. Her eyes were heavy with unshed tears; she felt an
+unconquerable repugnance to telling him her secret, and yet a sense of
+bitter grief that she could not force her lips to reveal what had
+hitherto been a source of so much joy. She saw that he was only half
+with her, or rather that he was striving with all the powers of his
+soul to return to her again, and yet could not do so entirely. Should
+she communicate what at any previous time would have caused him such
+deep happiness, perhaps now only to be thanked with an absent smile?
+All the pride of the woman and mother rebelled against the possibility.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When Mohr at last arrived, he found them at breakfast. He sat
+down,
+begged permission to make a cigarette, and soon gave the conversation a
+freer tone. The first thing he did, was to take out the promised
+picture of the little Mohr and hand it to Leah.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I don't doubt for a moment,&quot; said he, &quot;that Edwin has
+described me to
+you as a fool of a father. Friends are great in caricaturing, but I
+really have the honor and pleasure of being just that. Besides, I saw
+that only politeness restrained him from laughing in my face when I
+described the boy's talents and virtues. Well, <i>qui vivra verra</i>.
+Meantime hear what my wife writes about the way he takes my absence.
+I've just received this letter; it contains the kindest remembrances to
+you as well.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He then read the letter, which contained a detailed account of
+the
+various clever, artless expressions of the little household idol. Edwin
+listened with silent nods, Leah on the contrary entered into the
+subject with eager admiration, which seemed to greatly delight their
+old friend.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Dear friend,&quot; said he, &quot;you have a wonderful knowledge of
+human
+nature, far more than this scornful skeptic. If he knows what's for his
+advantage, he'll allow you to prepare certain chapters of his great
+psychological work. I'll beg you for a sheet of paper, pen, and ink. I
+want to write a letter to my son, that we may continue to be in
+communication with each other.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He actually did so, standing at Edwin's desk and talking with
+his
+friends in his usual quaint manner. When Leah had gone out, he asked
+hastily: &quot;Does she know all?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;All.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And how did she take it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;As you see. She's an angel--no, something better--a strong,
+upright,
+good, noble human being. Do you know, Heinz, I can't shake off the
+thought that she deserved a better fate than to have for a husband a
+lunatic, who is so pitifully defenceless against certain witches'
+arts.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Defenceless. Well, I declare. We resisted with hands and
+feet!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes indeed. We left the field. Discretion is the better part
+of valor.
+Oh! Heinz, I feel miserable after that heroic deed. And now to see my
+dear, patient sufferer, who by no word of complaint, no look of
+reproach--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Hush! She's coming back; there! 'Your loving father.' Now I'm
+curious
+to see whether he'll have any idea of how his papa can talk to him when
+he's not with him. Shall we mail the letter and then pay our respects
+to Frau Reginchen?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">All three left the little house and strolled through the quiet
+streets.
+No one who saw Leah, leaning on Edwin's arm, would have suspected what
+a deep shadow had suddenly darkened her sunny life.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But it did not escape the notice of the little fair-haired
+woman in the
+neighboring, house for a single moment. As soon as the first greetings
+were over--Papa Feyertag was also present--Reginchen drew Leah aside,
+to ask what Edwin had said to the joyful news, and was greatly startled
+when she learned that he had not yet heard a word about it. He had
+returned home so exhausted that the greatest joy would have been lost
+upon him, and Mohr's visit had prevented her from telling it early that
+morning. Reginchen said nothing. Although, as we know, she did not
+possess a great deal of &quot;education,&quot; her clear mind instantly showed
+her that something unpleasant had occurred, which would not be confided
+to her at present. She was glad when Reinhold and Mohr entered the
+nursery and the review of the children began; but could not help
+laughing and secretly nudging her husband, when the father of the
+remarkable boy evidently made the greatest effort to do justice to the
+twins and the little girl, but with the condescending gentleness a
+Cr&#339;sus would show in congratulating a man who had just won a hundred
+thalers in a lottery.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He was then obliged to go with Franzelius to see the printing
+office,
+the storerooms, and every nook and corner of the house, during which
+the father-in-law made a silent third party. Edwin had gone into the
+country alone and did not return until noon, when Reginchen invited
+them all to dine with her. The meal was not particularly social. Old
+Feyertag did not say a word and seemed to be out of humor with his
+son-in-law, who pretended not to notice it, but in spite of the festive
+occasion was not unfaithful to his silent nature. Edwin sat beside
+Leah, whom he treated with the utmost gayety and tenderness, but, he
+still seemed to be in a half dreamy, half absent mood, which at last
+became so oppressive to her sensitive nature, that she was obliged to
+leave the table before the dinner was half over to conceal her tears.
+When she returned with red eyes, she said she had been attacked by one
+of her sudden headaches, from which, however, she had not suffered for
+years.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The only person, who seemed to be in high spirits, was Mohr,
+and it was
+owing to his efforts, that when they returned to Edwin's house in the
+evening, a more cheerful atmosphere pervaded the little circle, at
+least for a time.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">During the walk the four men had taken about the city after
+dinner, he
+had been compelled to listen to the same melancholy disclosures from
+the old gentleman, in which the latter had received no special sympathy
+from Leah the evening before. Mohr, on the contrary, took the matter in
+the right way, and was psychologist enough to instantly perceive the
+remedy for the disease.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I thank you for your confidence, my dear Herr Feyertag,&quot; he
+said after
+gravely listening to the dream about the boots and shoes. &quot;Your state
+of mind is extremely interesting to me, the more so, as I've passed
+through precisely similar crises myself.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You, Herr Mohr? You're joking.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Not at all, my dear sir. If you've only cared for the feet
+all your
+life, I've spent my best days in merely making heads, that is heads to
+notes, and also very good tails to them; but the best part was
+lacking,--the rascals had no hands and feet. You must know, my dear
+friend, I've just discovered the reason of this, and if I'm not
+mistaken, the case is precisely the same with you; we're both men of
+mediocre ability, Herr Feyertag. Once this vexed me very much, and an
+admirable lecture Papa Zaunkönig once gave, to prove that there must be
+such people in the world, was entirely lost upon me. Since then I've
+grown somewhat wiser. To be sure, it's disagreeable that we're neither
+of us remarkable men and only belong to the masses, helping to make up
+the crowd and to prepare the soil which supports the really gigantic
+human plants. But look around you at Nature--isn't it the same story
+everywhere? To one oak that lasts for centuries, there are hundreds of
+thousands of low bushes, which moulder and decay, that this historical
+representative of the species may grow to an unusual height. If we wish
+to fret or lament about it, of course we're at liberty to do so. It's
+only a pity, that there's no court before which we can bring our
+complaint, for it's useless, my dear sir, and therefore only injurious,
+first to ourselves because it sours the blood and poisons the wine, and
+secondly to our fellow men, whose happiness we spoil by our
+discontent.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But progress, Herr Mohr, the aspiration toward higher things
+called
+propagandism--?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mohr stood still. &quot;How old are you now, my dear friend?&quot; he
+asked,
+pulling an over ripe ear of corn from the field through which they were
+just passing.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Fifty-nine, Herr Mohr.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;An excellent age, Herr Feyertag, and I trust you may live to
+a still
+greater. And how tall are you now--I mean in feet and inches?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Five feet three inches, Herr Mohr.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Do you expect to grow any more?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I? With my fifty-nine years?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But if you <i>desired</i> to do so, if you felt the <i>aspiration</i>
+to look
+over a file leader's shoulder?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I'm not so foolish, Herr Mohr, as to expect anything of that
+sort! But
+if I may venture to ask--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why should you not venture to ask, my dear sir? I merely put
+the
+question to have you ask. That's called the Socratic method. You see,
+with all your aspirations toward higher things, you can no more succeed
+in adding an ell to your intellectual stature, than you can make your
+body taller. We're of middle height, Herr Feyertag; in case of need to
+be sure we can increase a little in breadth, add some fat of knowledge
+and skill, but the skeleton's complete and that's the end of it! If you
+compare yourself with me, you have the advantage. True, you're nothing
+extraordinary as a man, but in the art of shoe-making you're an
+accomplished master. I, on the contrary--if I did not enjoy the
+happiness of serving as a transition point for a better specimen, as it
+were, a test of the real material--I should go out of the world without
+having understood any reason for my existing in it. But let that be as
+it may, we non-commissioned officers and privates in the great army of
+mankind can bear ourselves bravely and win honor; and you in
+particular, Herr Feyertag--a man in the prime of life, with property,
+sense, and intelligence--do you know what I would do, if I were in your
+place?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What, Herr Mohr?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Your good wife doesn't want to leave Berlin. Well then
+propose to
+traverse Berlin itself with her. Go out every morning after breakfast
+and visit some place, the Arsenal, the Museum, in short what every
+Englishman sees, and in the evening attend the theatre, the zoological
+garden, or what ever seems most attractive to you. We can only advance
+by moving strictly in our own circle, and meantime keeping our eyes
+open. In this way you'll in time climb far enough up the heights, and
+yet remain what you are--a man who thoroughly understands his trade,
+instead of, in your old age, becoming a bungler in the social-political
+business, where there are too many bunglers now, and which only the
+wisest heads can thoroughly comprehend.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Hm!&quot; replied the shoe-maker, &quot;that's worth hearing, that's a
+very
+sensible proposition. True, mother won't like it at first, but I'm
+master of my own house, and if she once gets <i>in</i>--into a museum, I
+mean--she's always had a clever head and by no means bad taste. I see
+what you're aiming at, Herr Mohr: propagandism is all very well, but
+where one has no idea, the mere will is of no avail, and, with my grey
+hairs, to wander about like a journeyman on his travels--but, by the
+way, my son-in-law--what do you think of him? Ought he, too, only to go
+around in a circle and accumulate fat? Do you think him also a man of
+mediocre ability, like ourselves?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Herr Feyertag,&quot; said Mohr with a perfectly immovable face,
+&quot;don't you
+know that a clever physician is always careful how he expresses his
+opinion as to whether a person has a diseased liver or apoplexy, unless
+he's specially consulted by the patient? You expressly asked my advice
+about your sufferings, and I have told you my honest opinion. In regard
+to third persons, especially if they're my friends, I never express
+myself openly and am ready to think every one a great man, until I have
+received incontestable proofs to the contrary.&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER IV.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">This conversation had this favorable result, that when Papa
+Feyertag
+came to Leah's house in the evening, he seemed completely transformed;
+or rather like the man his friends had formerly known. True he took
+care to put the best face upon his conversion, but was very reserved
+about the motives that induced him to return to Berlin. But he
+endeavored in every way to show that he bore his son-in-law no malice,
+principally by good natured jests about people who kept quiet to
+accumulate fat, and thought more about propagation than propagandism;
+moreover he was the most affectionate papa and grandpapa that could be
+desired, and related, as never happened except when he was in the best
+of humors, his own love story, that had led to the possession of
+&quot;mother.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mohr sat by with a quiet curl of the under lip, not uttering a
+syllable
+to betray the share he had had in the miracle. Besides, very different
+thoughts occupied his mind. In the first place, Edwin's still
+perceptible excitement caused him serious anxiety. The two young wives
+also, especially Leah, were forced to exert great self-control to
+conceal a heavy heart under a gay, jesting mood. As even the wine and
+all the comical and quaint ideas to which Mohr gave utterance during
+the evening, did not avail to lighten the oppression which, like an
+invisible thunder cloud rested more and more heavily on both couples,
+the faithful friend sat down to the harmonium and began to improvise.
+He played for an hour, forgetting time and place in his own music, into
+which he successively introduced all Christiane's favorite themes. When
+he at last paused and looked around at the company, he saw that the
+remedy had produced a totally different effect from the one he had
+intended. Reinhold was sitting like a black bearded genius of
+melancholy beside his little wife, who was quietly wiping her eyes;
+Leah had left the room and after a very long absence returned with a
+deadly pale face; Edwin had the bread knife in his hand and was
+industriously cutting a straw table-mat into small pieces; papa
+Feyertag was leaning back in the sofa corner, sleeping the sleep of the
+just.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">They separated at an earlier hour than usual. Mohr rambled
+about the
+city a long time, revolving in his inventive brain one plan after
+another, by which the evil that had so suddenly burst forth again and
+threatened to destroy the harmony of these two lives, might be most
+quickly and surely removed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At last he devised a perfectly absurd catastrophe, namely that
+he would
+represent Toinette as the moral cause of Balder's death and by a bold
+accusation of murder separate her from Edwin forever. There was not a
+spark of reason in the whole plan, but the very monstrosity and
+impossibility of the idea soothed his own excited mood, and enabled him
+at last, like a man well satisfied with his day's work, to go to bed
+and sleep seven hours.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But he started up in terror from a dream in which he had said
+the
+harshest things to the author of the mischief and engaged to fight a
+duel with her husband, the count, to see Edwin standing beside his bed
+in the grey dawn, once more with an overcoat and traveling satchel,
+such as he had carried during the last days of their journey. Edwin
+smiled at his friend's astonishment and seemed to have suddenly
+attained a far more healthful condition of mind.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I wanted to ask whether you'll go with me,&quot; said he. &quot;Leah
+has
+persuaded me that it would be foolish to spend the last week of my
+vacation here. I've long desired to make an excursion to 'Wildwassern,'
+which will only take three or four days. Besides, I might accomplish
+many other things, take you back to Frau Christiane and the wonderful
+boy and return just before the school begins. At first I would not hear
+of it. I don't feel at ease out of doors; every time I turn a corner I
+fear to meet a face which I would rather avoid. But, to be sure,
+wearied and disinclined to work as I am, I should not be of much use
+here and only make my good wife anxious. You don't know Leah, Heinz, no
+one knows her, I should like to know how many women there are, who
+would have borne so nobly what has just befallen us. 'Go,' said she,
+'it will do you good; only you must promise not to hurry so madly as
+you did the last day, but to walk quietly. When you return, you'll find
+a sensible wife.' Her voice trembled, and her eyes grew dim with tears,
+but she forced a smile, and then--I've not kissed her lips since I came
+back, haven't dared to do so, for I remembered that last night at the
+castle--but when I saw that she could not yet give me a caress! I miss
+it, miss it so strangely--you'll laugh at me, Heinz, but I think I
+should be instantly cured, if my only friend, my wise, proud, sad
+little wife--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then let's go to her at once and tell her so! Besides, I've
+not yet
+taken leave of her. And it's so early--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No!&quot; interrupted Edwin with restless anxiety, &quot;she'll not
+expect us. I
+left farewell messages for our neighbors too. Come, my boy. I don't
+know why it is, but I can't rest till I get out into the woods and
+fields again. Your bill here is already settled. Of course the 'Star'
+is only an addition to our tun in case distinguished travelers arrive,
+whom we cannot entertain under our own roof.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He hastily helped him to pack his traveling satchel and
+hurried him
+away. Just as they left the house, they saw the hotel stage returning,
+which daily at this hour brought the travelers from the railway. A
+lady, closely veiled, who must have just arrived by the night train,
+sat leaning back in one corner of this lumbering vehicle. As she passed
+the two pedestrians, she made a hasty gesture, as if she recognised
+some one, but instantly drew back again.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin started. &quot;Did you notice--?&quot; he said quickly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;In the stage--the veiled lady--I thought for a moment, that I
+recognized--by her way of bending forward--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You see ghosts, my dear fellow. Duchesses travel with a suit
+of
+retainers, not in an omnibus.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're right! Yes indeed, I'm a fool. What could bring her
+here. But
+that's the cross I bear every moment. If a carriage rattles by--a door
+opens--ah! Nature, which made me a philosopher, failed to provide one
+essential--a suitable dose of the famous ataraxia.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That's unfortunately true,&quot; replied Mohr, shrugging his
+shoulders.
+&quot;But your clever wife is right--the plant grows out of doors among the
+mountains and by the streams. But I too am not wholly insensible, and
+most earnestly beseech you not to seize me so convulsively, at least
+before I've breakfasted. We'll attend to this matter at the first
+stopping place, and then I'll sing you the old Eichendorff traveler's
+song, which Christiane has set to a very pretty air:</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p class="t1" style="text-indent:-6px">&quot;'Through fields and rows of beech trees,<br>
+Now singing, anon still,<br>
+How joyous he, who leaves his home<br>
+To wander at his will.'&quot;</p>
+</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER V.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">Meantime Leah, absorbed in grief, was still sitting at the
+window, from
+which in the pale morning light she had waved a farewell to her
+departing husband. As soon as he had disappeared, all the suppressed
+anguish of the last few days had found vent in a flood of tears, but
+without relief to the poor aching heart. When the torrent was at last
+exhausted, she only gazed the more hopelessly into vacancy with burning
+eyes, as if staring into a grey, impenetrable mist, from which no
+familiar form emerged, no loving voice reached her ear. The week that
+Edwin was to be absent, now seemed to her like a respite. During that
+time she might groan in anguish and weep to her heart's content. When
+he returned, he should find her what she had always been to him--his
+brave friend, his faithful comrade, to whom his inmost soul was
+revealed, even if a passion for a strange woman, the very root of which
+had seemed to have been destroyed, now flourished luxuriantly anew.
+True, how could he know that she herself was only a weak woman, who
+felt all her wise thoughts and heroic reason vanishing in a boundless
+longing for his love!</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A strange reserve, or perhaps pride because he had never
+asked, had
+prevented her from telling him this.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But he <i>needed</i> passionate love--in her terror this had now
+become
+evident to her. The cooler his head was, the more vehemently his heart
+demanded boundless, self-forgetful folly, a love higher than reason. He
+had now found it--in the magic castle, where the old demon had resumed
+its sway over him. The enchantress herself had cast aside her black art
+to practise a more powerful and irresistible one--to throw herself into
+his arms in the guise of a poor helpless woman saying: &quot;I am yours; do
+with me as you will.&quot; And was he to disdain all this and reply: &quot;You
+come too late?&quot;--Well, he <i>had</i> said so. He knew what he owed to duty.
+But to accept this martyrdom, to hold a man by an iron chain, against
+which every instinct of his blood rebelled--a feverish chill ran
+through her frame at the thought.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">True, she might stake passion against passion, and see which
+would
+conquer, hers that was really no tamer and narrower than any ever
+offered by a woman to the man she loved, or the capricious one of this
+stranger, who now when it was too late, wanted to throw away a lost
+life, to regain her happiness in her saviour. But her pride rebelled
+against this also. Had he ever missed her passionate love? Could he
+believe, now that she had so long denied it utterance, that it was
+really true and genuine, not an ebullition of jealous pain, rather than
+the outburst of one of the hidden powers of nature?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But amid all this tumult of thoughts, one emotion was ever
+absent from
+her mind--no feeling of anger toward the two persons who now made her
+suffer so bitterly, stirred in her soul. The woman who had no scruple
+in making her life desolate, in wresting from her, her only happiness,
+of whom she knew nothing, except that she had bewitched her beloved
+husband and yet had not satisfied his heart--what did she this
+stranger? And Edwin--had he deceived her? Did he not suffer most
+bitterly, because he esteemed and honored her too highly to make even
+an attempt to delude her about his condition?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But the very fact of his remaining loving, affectionate and
+honest to
+her, and continuing to give her a brotherly share in his fate was
+unendurable. She could not suffer it longer, for it mocked her heart,
+whose inmost depths were overflowing with passionate love. Yet she
+did not know how to change it, what to say to him, when he should
+return with his wound nearly healed to place himself in her sisterly
+care--lest some day, by accident the wound should begin to bleed again
+and perhaps endanger his life. But did she not also owe something to
+herself and the child she bore under her heart? Could she suffer the
+poor thing to be greeted by its father with a joy only prompted by a
+sense of duty, and perhaps--who knows--secretly regarded as a new link
+in the oppressive chain that must be worn with the best possible grace?
+At this thought, the mother's blood in her rebelled with such fierce
+indignation and wrath, that for a moment an odious shadow darkened even
+Edwin's image. But the next instant she shrank from her own
+impetuosity, and with all the power of her will repelled the hostile
+feeling.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">For the first time in her life, since she had been united to
+Edwin, she
+felt unspeakably alone. What would she have given for a friend who
+might have aided her to disentangle the sorrowful confusion of her
+thoughts? She remembered Reginchen--Reinhold--and instantly felt that
+no one, even if bound by far closer ties, possessing a much deeper
+insight into her nature, could have been a mediator between her fate
+and her womanly pride, her husband and her inmost feelings.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">For hours she remained hopelessly striving to quell the tumult
+in her
+soul; at length her thoughts grew weary, and she began to perform her
+few household tasks, which were speedily accomplished. Then she
+mechanically took up one of Edwin's works and commenced to read; for a
+moment she was soothed by the thought of how thoroughly she understood
+all that would have been above the comprehension of many women, only to
+throw aside the book the next instant with passionate grief, as she
+remembered how powerless all the cultivation of the mind would be to
+the blind, unreasoning, elementary instinct of Nature, which conquers
+all freedom and befools the wisest. She herself felt this instinct in
+her heart more strongly than ever, and she remembered how happy she had
+been made by it only two evenings before--only to be rendered utterly
+wretched by it now since it had shown her the emptiness of her hopes.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Herr Feyertag's arrival roused her from this abstraction. The
+old man
+knew nothing about Edwin's departure, and came to say that he should
+return home that evening. He was in a comically mysterious mood, gave
+obscure hints of the reasons that had so suddenly recalled him to
+Berlin, but repeatedly declared that he felt as if he were new born,
+and people were never too old to go to school. As Mohr was also
+absent, he could indulge in the harmless pleasure of uttering many of
+the things he had heard yesterday from his clever physician of
+the mind--especially the theory of the oak trees and the soil of
+humanity--as the result of his own matured wisdom, in such a lofty,
+matter-of-course tone, that several times Leah, in spite of her sorrow
+could not help laughing, for she easily perceived their source.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I'll tell you, little lady,&quot; exclaimed the eager old man, as
+he
+concluded his remarks about the necessity of first advancing public
+welfare in our own persons, &quot;come with me to Berlin to-night. Why
+should you stay here alone? Your husband can have no objections to your
+devoting this week to your dear parents, and it will afford me the
+greatest pleasure to show you Berlin, the Museum, the theatre, and of
+course we'll go out to Sans Souci too; as a native of Berlin, you ought
+to be ashamed of knowing next to nothing of all these things. Just to
+consider how many means of culture are daily at hand, that we need only
+stretch out our hands for, and just because they're not a long distance
+off--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She shook her head with a forced smile. &quot;Thank you, dear Herr
+Feyertag.
+But just now I really do not desire culture, so much as--rest, or
+whatever else you choose to call it. Give my parents the kindest
+remembrances from me, don't let them know that you found me with one of
+my bad headaches; when I come to Berlin, I want to bring with me clear
+eyes--and my husband.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The worthy old friend, who after all had not been very earnest
+in his
+proposal, could urge her no further, and after uttering all sorts of
+fine phrases, took leave of the young wife with unfeigned affection.
+She declined the invitation to dinner which he pressed upon her in
+Reginchen's name. Her stupid head was not fit for company. She was most
+comfortable alone, where no one could notice if her thoughts sometimes
+grew confused.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The shoemaker was scarcely in the street again, when in spite
+of his
+sincere regard for Leah, he banished from his mind all the sympathy he
+had felt for her suffering, and with the facility peculiar to many
+theoretical philanthropists, turned his thoughts to his own plans. He
+therefore looked up in some little bewilderment, when a slender lady
+accosted him in a musical, but somewhat low voice, and inquired the way
+to the Frau Doctorin's residence. The stranger was closely veiled,
+but the old man's practised eye did not permit him to doubt for a
+moment, that the person who stood before him was young, charming, and
+high-bred. He also noticed a faint perfume of violets, which floated
+from the lady's lace veil. He very politely offered to accompany and
+show her the few steps to Edwin's house, in doing which he remarked
+that the Herr Doctor had just gone away on a little pedestrian tour,
+but that his wife was at home. &quot;I know it,&quot; said the lady. &quot;I only wish
+to see his wife. Shall I probably find her alone?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The shoe-maker answered in the affirmative and racked his
+cunning
+brains for means to find out something more about the veiled lady who,
+as he was instantly convinced, could not be a resident of the place.
+But unfortunately they had already reached the house, the stranger
+thanked him with a slight bend of the head, opened the door without
+ceremony, and disappeared in the dark hall.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Never had the old man been more bent upon the solution of a
+riddle or
+charade, over which he regularly pondered in the papers, than on
+discovering the cause of this visit. This was the only woman who wore a
+veil, that he had met in the little town. That she could be acquainted
+with Leah, while his daughter knew nothing about her, seemed to him
+incredible, so he determined to question Reginchen.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But this proved utterly useless. No lady answering to his
+description
+was known, even in the highest circles of society in the place. And
+yet, if it were a stranger, how could she know that Edwin had gone away
+and Leah was alone, facts that the friend and neighbor had just learned
+from her father?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The mystery must be solved in time, and Reginchen, like all
+people who
+are entirely in harmony with themselves, did not suffer in the least
+from curiosity, but even declined to send a servant to Leah to enquire
+about the matter. She had much graver cares, which were also connected
+with Edwin's household, but apparently had nothing to do with the
+accidental visit of a stranger.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">However, in the course of the day the old man, who was not in
+the habit
+of keeping his mind long fixed upon one thought, also lost his
+curiosity, as no fresh incident occurred to excite it. Leah's name was
+not mentioned, nor the attempt to induce the lonely wife to join them
+at dinner again renewed. Papa Feyertag was very cheerful during the
+meal, talked of new inventions, of war and peace, and of the social
+question, but without any personal irritation, and spent the whole
+afternoon in drawing the most singular sounds from all sorts of
+imperfect wind instruments he had bought for the twins, to the great
+edification of his young auditors.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Reinhold, in his quiet fashion, seemed to be heartily pleased
+with
+this change of affairs, stopped his work half an hour earlier, and at
+seven o'clock was again in the sitting room to take tea with his
+father-in-law before his departure. The children had been put to bed,
+and the three adults had just seated themselves around the table, when
+the door opened and to the surprise of all, frequent as was the
+appearance of the visitor, Leah entered.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER VI.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">The lamp was not yet lighted, and the broad brim of her straw
+hat
+shadowed her face, yet all three noticed, though no one made any
+remark, that the young wife's features were strangely rigid and
+inanimate, like the face of a person who has endured severe sorrow and,
+with a certain savage indifference, is prepared for the worst.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She nodded to Reginchen, begged her in her usual tone not to
+disturb
+herself, and declining the chair the old man placed at the table, sat
+down in the window niche, with her face half averted. In reply to the
+question about her headache, she answered that it had passed away
+entirely. She had taken a nap, then eaten her dinner, and had never
+felt better than now, so she had thought of Papa Feyertag's proposal
+again, and determined to accept it.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What proposal?&quot; asked Reginchen. The old man himself would
+have been
+sorely puzzled if he had been obliged to answer the question. But Leah
+replied in his stead.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;For,&quot; she hastily burst forth, &quot;what better could I do? My
+father is
+old and does not like to travel. Edwin, will not return until the end
+of the week; I've nothing to detain me here, and who knows when I shall
+find another such opportunity. How long is it before the train starts?
+A whole hour? Well, you must allow my presence here until then. At
+home--it's ridiculous--but I think if I had remained at home, my
+headache would have come on again. We're so weak, so irresolute when
+we're all alone, and yet nothing can be more sensible than this plan.
+Edwin himself, if he were here--but no, then I should not be alone. You
+say nothing, Herr Feyertag. Do you repent having offered to be my
+escort? I'll not make you the slightest trouble, you can smoke and
+sleep as much as you choose, I--I'll go in the ladies' coupé, I hope to
+be able to sleep too; after such a headache as I've had all day, I am
+not very entertaining in conversation.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;How can you think of such a thing?&quot; said the old man. Then
+all were
+silent for a long time. Nothing was heard but the clicking of a little
+pair of scissors, which Leah had taken from Reginchen's work table and
+was opening and shutting.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Before I forget it,&quot; Leah carelessly remarked, &quot;as it's
+possible Edwin
+may return a few days before me, I've written him a few lines. If
+meantime a letter should come from him containing his address, or he
+himself should arrive--at any rate, you'll doubtless do me the favor to
+see that this note reaches him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Give it to me, Leah dear,&quot; said Reinhold rising. &quot;Father,
+will you
+have another glass of wine? But you're not eating anything.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It's not my time. And your famous dinner--Well, I'll go and
+look after
+my baggage. I've only to shut my little trunk.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He hastily rose--he evidently did not understand matters--and
+left the
+room.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Reinhold had also risen. He had put the little note which Leah
+had
+given him, in his pocket and now said: &quot;I'll accompany you to the
+station of course. I must first give some business directions, but I'll
+come back again directly.&quot; He exchanged a significant glance with his
+wife, and left the room. The two women were now alone, Reginchen on the
+sofa in the dark corner, Leah at the window with her back turned toward
+the room.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Have you nothing else for me to do, dearest Leah?&quot; asked the
+little
+housekeeper after a pause.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Nothing, Ginchen. What should I have? I leave no children
+behind, and
+Edwin's books require no care. The cook will water the flowers. But
+you--your mother--hark! Didn't the clock strike eight?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Seven. There's still a full hour--Leah--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What is it, child?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Have you reflected upon this?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What a strange question to ask? What is there to consider? A
+journey
+to my parents! one falls asleep here, and on awaking finds oneself at
+home.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>At home</i>, Leah?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">There was no answer from the window. No one who could have
+obtained
+even a side view of the face gazing fixedly out, would have expected
+these compressed lips, that seemed with difficulty to repress a groan,
+to open for any intelligible answer.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Suddenly two arms embraced the motionless figure, and a fair
+head in a
+neat little cap nestled to the pale cheek of the silent friend. &quot;Leah,&quot;
+whispered Reginchen's voice, &quot;if you love me, don't do it, don't go
+away; it can't be the right thing; or at least speak plainly first.
+What, for God's sake, <i>what</i> has happened, to drive you away so
+suddenly, as if--as if you were not <i>at home</i> here.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She covered the eyes and cheeks of the rigid face with the
+tenderest
+kisses. The next instant Leah gently released herself.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I don't know what you mean,&quot; she said coldly. &quot;You're
+childish in your
+anxiety about me. What should have happened? Let me alone, little
+goosey. I know what I'm doing only too well; that this is the best, the
+only thing, now I'm all alone--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're right, dear Leah,&quot; they heard Reinhold's voice
+suddenly
+exclaim. &quot;Don't listen to this foolish woman, who can't believe any one
+can leave home for pleasure--that's what she means by not right. But we
+still have half an hour; I should like to speak to you; I have a little
+commission to be done in Berlin, with which I didn't want to trouble
+Father.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Willingly, dear Reinhold.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But I must beg you to take the trouble to come up to my
+little attic
+room; I cannot tell you here, partly because we are liable to be
+interrupted at any moment, and partly because I keep what's necessary
+for the errand up there. Light the little lantern, child; I believe
+you've never been up in our garret--true, it's an old rat's nest, but
+as I'd not a corner in the whole house where I can work or think
+quietly away from the children, I furnished a room there.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Reginchen had taken a brass lantern from the cupboard and
+lighted the
+lamp in it. As she now handed it to her husband, these three who were
+so fondly attached to each other, for the first time dared not look
+each other in the face. The little wife cast down her eyes without
+uttering a syllable. Leah had risen, still in her hat and traveling
+cloak, as she had come. Reinhold's honest face looked strange and
+gloomy, framed in its black hair and bushy beard.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He silently took the lantern from Reginchen, and preceded Leah
+up the
+narrow, time begrimmed staircase that led to the store rooms. He did
+not address a word to her as she followed close behind him. Not until
+they had walked through a large portion of the garret, across whose
+ceiling ran heavy beams, and he had turned the key in the door of a low
+room, did he pause a moment and say: &quot;I'm taking you into my holy of
+holies, Leah.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Then he opened it, crossed the threshold with the light, and
+allowed
+her also to enter.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At the first glance it seemed a mere attic chamber, like
+hundreds of
+others, only perhaps somewhat higher, but as if to make amends for this
+the roof sloped the more, the ancient beams, which supported it,
+seeming no longer able to do their duty. But as Franzelius set the
+lantern on the little black stove and lighted a small lamp, Leah saw
+that the walls were covered with neat grey paper, and the few articles
+of furniture were kept scrupulously free from dust. The whole end of
+the room before the window was filled with something which she did not
+instantly recognize. When the lamplight penetrated to the window, she
+perceived that it was a turning lathe, and she instantly knew why this
+awkward piece of furniture stood in Reinhold's holy of holies. He
+seemed to use it for a writing table; a portfolio, books, and writing
+materials lay upon it, all in the neatest order. On the right and left
+of the single deep window niche, where in the daytime scarcely a ray of
+light could fall, two wide carved brackets were fastened to the wall.
+The one on the left bore the mask of Michael Angelo's prisoner, the
+other a square object, like a small box, covered with a cloth. The room
+contained no other furniture, except a small book-case and two plain
+cane chairs.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Won't you sit down, dear Leah?&quot; asked the silent guide, after
+he had
+set down the lamp on the stove beside the lantern. He did not look at
+her, but she saw that the hand which had held the little lamp trembled.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Thank you,&quot; she replied, &quot;I'm not tired. Tell me the
+commission you
+wanted to give me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Commission? I have none; pardon me, dear friend, it was only
+a paltry
+excuse; didn't you see through it at once: And besides, if I had
+anything to be done in Berlin, I could not entrust it to you--for
+you'll not go there yourself.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why do you attempt to dissuade me? Don't trouble yourself.
+I've made
+up my mind; I think I know what I am doing.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Notwithstanding her refusal, she sat down, as if absorbed in
+thought,
+in the chair he had placed for her, and diligently thrust the point of
+her parasol into a hole in the floor, seeming for a moment to forget
+everything around her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You've made up your mind?&quot; he said with a very sorrowful
+face. &quot;Of
+course you're mistress of your own actions. But in that case I must
+tell you that I have also made up my mind, not to give your letter to
+Edwin.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You've read it? Oh Reinhold!&quot; A hasty, indignant glance from
+her eyes
+met his. The next instant she lowered them to the ground in confusion.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I have not read it,&quot; he said gravely. &quot;Here it is; convince
+yourself
+that that the seal is unbroken. But it is just the same as if I had.&quot;
+She started up and moved toward the door, but suddenly paused halfway.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Do not go,&quot; he pleaded. &quot;There's time enough for that, when
+you've
+listened to what I have to say. Tell me frankly: can you expect me,
+when Edwin returns, to give him a letter in which his wife informs him,
+that she has left him, because she can no longer live beneath his
+roof?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Would I have said that? Would I have said it so? Now I ask
+you to open
+the letter, Reinhold, that you may see what I have told him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I thank you for your confidence, dear friend, but I will not
+read the
+letter which you will soon reproach yourself for having written.
+Besides, I know very nearly what you've said, to palliate what you're
+about to do to him--and yourself.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Palliate? What I'm about to do is for his good; what it costs
+me no
+one knows.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She had sunk down into the chair, with her forehead pressed
+against the
+back; a shudder seemed to convulse her slight frame.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Will you not bestow upon me the same confidence <i>he</i> has
+given?&quot; she
+heard Franzelius ask after a pause. &quot;True, his friendship is of an
+older date, but when you became his wife, it seemed to me as if I had
+loved you from childhood as my sister. Dear Leah, he has told me all he
+told you. And do you think so old a friend cannot feel how much
+suffering this heavy trial causes you?&quot; She suddenly looked him full in
+the face, her features no longer distorted by passion, but an
+expression of such hopeless grief rested on her brow and lips, that he
+shrank back in alarm.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He told you <i>all</i>? Yes, all he knew of his own heart. What
+could he
+have said to you of mine? What does he know about it? True, it's not
+his fault. I've always been ashamed to unbosom myself, to confess how I
+idolize him, how madly I love him. It might be unwelcome to him, I
+thought, since he--well, you know, for you're his friend; what he said
+about his 'intellectual love' sounded so pretty, very pretty for a
+philosopher and commendable for his wife also, if she had as much
+philosophy in her head as he expected, and no unbridled, tumultuous
+heart, that refused to listen to reason. 'If he should perceive,' I
+thought, 'that I have my mother's blood in my veins, hot, old-testament
+blood--perhaps he'll discover that he made a great mistake in thinking
+he could make a &quot;sensible marriage&quot; with such a nature, as a
+consolation for a lost love.' And then I also thought: 'who knows what
+may happen? Perhaps the day will come when I can tell him all, because
+he himself will no longer be satisfied with a modest happiness, but ask
+something prouder, higher, more enthusiastic, and then I can say to
+him: &quot;you need not seek far, still waters run deep; you've yet to know
+your own wife, with whom you have lived so long unsuspicious of her
+true nature.&quot;' I was going to say it to him when he returned from this
+pedestrian tour; it seemed to me, from his letters, as if the last
+spark of the old fire had burned out, and he was longing for a new
+passion, a fervent love, which would completely engulf him, and after
+four years of married life, he now, for the first time, loved me with a
+new, yearning, longing affection. It gave me such delight. But I was
+rightly served; my weakness or delusion, or whatever it may have
+been--must be punished. Why did I not confess to him at once, that I
+should be miserable if he only chose me for his wife on account of my
+few intellectual qualities? Why did I not tell him I, too, must have
+all or nothing, and was far less suited for a 'sensible marriage,' than
+many a far more foolish creature? Now my fate has overtaken me--and
+his, him--and you want, by means of a few friendly, sensible arguments
+to heal the breech which has burst open again, the breech which ought
+never to have been closed.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She had arisen, and was pacing excitedly up and down the
+narrow room,
+while he sat silently on one corner of the turning lathe with his head
+bowed on his breast.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You're slandering, Leah!&quot; he said in a hollow tone. &quot;You're
+slandering
+his heart.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;His heart?&quot; she passionately replied. &quot;Has he a heart he can
+call his?
+Oh! don't suppose I'm reproaching him for the lack of it! Yesterday I
+often thought--ought the remembrance of all the grave and joyous,
+pleasant and painful things we have shared together for four years, to
+be utterly effaced and blown away? Had not his heart been animated and
+warmed by mine till both beat in unison, in all questions of life great
+and small? You see, I thought so yesterday; today I no longer hold the
+same opinion, but find the present state of thing perfectly natural.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To-day--what has happened to-day, that has so suddenly--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She approached him till she stood close by his side, and
+without
+raising her eyes to his, whispered in an undertone: &quot;To-day I've made
+<i>her</i> acquaintance.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What? Then the veiled lady--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Came in search of him and found only me. Don't you agree with
+me,
+Reinhold, that under these circumstances it's quite time for the wife
+to go away, that the husband may be at home when such an agreeable
+visitor arrives?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Leah! What are you saying? You don't know how you wrong him.
+He--what
+did he know about her mad plan? And if he had been aware of it, would
+he not have gone away just at the right time to baffle it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes indeed,&quot; she nodded with a bitter expression on her face,
+&quot;he
+would have fled from his fate to-day and to-morrow until it should
+overtake him at last. No, my friend, I do not wrong him; I know how he
+suffers, and I also know that it will be no disgrace if he succumbs. I
+have never seen such a woman; will you believe that I, who had good
+reasons for hating her, could not help loving her; not merely thinking
+her charming, more charming than I have ever thought any of my own sex
+before, but liking, loving her! Or no, I will not say too much; but I
+understand how people cannot help loving her unless they have reasons
+for hating her as strong as mine.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Did she make herself known to you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Not by a single syllable. But as soon as she entered the
+door, even
+before she threw back her veil, I knew it was she! She cast a hasty
+glance around the room, a glance that sought him. If I had not been
+dazzled and fascinated by her appearance, I should have said at once:
+'He's not here. Countess, you've come in vain.' But I was silent, and
+allowed her to speak first, and then, when I had heard her voice, it
+was too late. She asked for me, she wanted to find some pretext for
+remaining until he returned, and I secretly admired her presence of
+mind. She had seen some of my paintings in the house of a lady
+acquaintance in Berlin, she said, and was so much pleased with them,
+that while on a journey she had stopped in the city, to make my
+acquaintance and learn whether she might hope to possess some of my
+work, she did not care what, a plate with fruit painted on it, a vase,
+or a flower piece in oils.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;At first her voice trembled, then she grew calmer and threw
+back her
+veil. Oh! I understood her perfectly. She was now convinced that she
+had nothing to fear from me, that the insignificant creature before her
+could make no pretensions to offer any compensation for the happiness
+virtuously disdained by the man, to whom she stood ready to give
+herself. And she was right, I instantly said to myself. Must I, if
+unhappy be so foolish also, as to deceive myself? And precisely because
+I instantly lost all hope, I obtained the composure and clearness of
+mind which I should not have preserved if either hope or defiance had
+lingered in my heart. I answered her without the least embarrassment,
+and showed her my portfolio, telling her that I now only painted for my
+own amusement and gave my productions to my friends. 'Then of course I
+have no hope of obtaining anything?' she said. I made no reply. Was I
+to lie, by saying courteously that it would afford me pleasure to do
+her a friendly service? But she did not expect it. She sat silently on
+the sofa, and there was a long pause in the conversation between us.
+Her eyes--what beautiful eyes she has!--wandered slowly and absently
+around the room. 'Your husband works there!' she said at last, pointing
+to his desk. 'And you sit yonder, close beside him, and it does not
+disturb him?' She sighed involuntarily. Probably for a moment it seemed
+to her as if she were destroying something that was good and beautiful
+and worthy of existence. I could look at her closely. I don't know now
+how I had the heart to do so. But she was so charming! 'Those eyes,' I
+said to myself, 'have stolen your happiness, those red, full lips have
+kissed him, drawn away from him all power to be happy with another
+woman.' Strange as it was I sat there beside her, wishing I was lying a
+hundred fathoms under the earth, and Edwin was sitting in my place.
+Then I was angry with myself that I could be so impartial, so terribly
+just, instead of looking at her with jealous rage and anger, for which
+I really had good cause. 'She has come to triumph over you,' cried a
+voice in my soul. 'She wants to outshine you, to tear him away from you
+before your eyes, and you sit beside her and all you feel is a sense of
+inexpressible sorrow.' I was beginning to hate myself, that I could
+offer no better resistance to this magic. Then, without the slightest
+pretext, she suddenly began to talk of my husband, inquired about him
+like a perfect stranger, who had only seen him casually, and read more
+things about him than by him. I don't know how it was--I ought to have
+been too proud to speak of him, at least as I did, as we only pour out
+to an intimate friend the deepest feelings of the heart about a person
+we love. But I probably thought I owed it to myself, to show that I was
+well aware what I had possessed and must lose in him. So I said just
+what came into my mind, and she sat nodding silently, without uttering
+a syllable, until I had talked myself in to an excited mood, and
+suddenly paused with some commonplace apology. My heart throbbed almost
+to bursting. The bitter anguish of the fact that we should be on such
+terms, suddenly burst upon me. God knows what I was about to say, when
+she rose, drew off her glove, and held out her hand, which in my
+bewilderment I actually took. 'Thank you,' said she. 'How much I should
+like to stay longer, for I see we understand each other in many things.
+But I must go, or I shall be missed. Farewell, dear wife, may you be
+happy. Think often--'</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;She was about to add something, but her voice failed.
+Suddenly I felt
+her throw her arms around me and press her beautiful lips three times
+to mine; then before I could collect my thoughts, she had hurried out
+of the room and I was alone with my shame and astonishment.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, precisely because she is better than I thought, I must
+make room
+for her. I know now, for I have experienced it myself--he who has once
+seen her can never forget her again; he whom she has once kissed, must
+be her slave. But to be <i>her</i> slave would cause no pain, while other
+chains--No, no, he shall not bear this burden. I will go away, will not
+play the base, unworthy part of a third person, who is merely
+tolerated, secretly wished dead a thousand times. Besides, what is it?
+Have I not possessed for four years, what must now be restored to the
+hands of the rightful owner? Am I the first, or shall I be the last
+woman, in whom a good, generous, noble man has been mistaken, when he
+supposed she could fill his heart, and at whose feet he now, to the end
+of his life, wishes to lay his duty, heroic, self-sacrificing? Fie, who
+can accept such a sacrifice? Not I--not I--by my mother's blood, which
+lives in me--not I!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">While uttering the last words, she had approached the door and
+now laid
+her hand on the lock, saying: &quot;Adieu! It is time--&quot; when Franzelius
+suddenly stood close beside her, placed his hand gently on her arm, and
+looking steadily into her face, said:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And yet notwithstanding all this, you will not go, Leah?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Not go? After all you have just heard?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, Leah not even now.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She hastily released herself from his hold, and looked at him
+with
+eyes flashing with anger; &quot;I don't understand you, Reinhold. By what
+right--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;By what right do I interfere when you want to plunge into an
+abyss,
+and drag Edwin with you? Can you ask, Leah? Must I explain to you, as
+to a total stranger? Well then, I will remind you of what you have
+forgotten, of him from whom I derive the right to fill a brother's
+place to you and Edwin, because I promised him to do so, because it was
+his legacy to me, a legacy, which I hold sacred and will fulfil to my
+latest breath. If the living fails to persuade you to do your duty, to
+perceive what your duty is--perhaps the dead may better succeed.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">While he uttered these words he had approached the window and
+hastily
+removed the covering from the bracket on the right. Under a square
+glass cover, on a black cushion, lay Balder's death-mask, so warmly
+illuminated by the lamplight, that the pure features of the beautiful,
+still countenance, seemed to be animate with life. Leah sank back into
+the chair in silence. In her first bewilderment she did not venture to
+open her eyes.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Take courage to look at him, dear friend,&quot; said Reinhold
+after a long
+pause; &quot;when you have conquered the first feeling of awe, you will
+become more and more calm in the presence of this face. Do you not
+think the resemblance very striking, seen from the side? Edwin's
+<i>sister</i> we might say. It was thus you saw this noble man for the first
+and last time--you have never heard his voice, never seen his eyes or
+his smile--you came too late. But believe me if he were now on earth,
+he would not have used so many words as I; he would only have looked at
+you, and to leave Edwin would have seemed impossible.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Still she did not utter a word, but sat on the chair in the
+middle of
+the room with both hands clasped in her lap, and her eyes streaming
+with tears, fixed steadily upon the pale profile. He did not know
+whether she even heard what he said. But his heart was full and
+overflowed again.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, my friend,&quot; said he, &quot;it was an error of your heart, a
+human
+weakness, which cannot last in the presence of death--the end of all
+human joys and sorrows. What, did you intend to leave him alone in the
+hardest trial of his life? Can you really doubt that he will be truly
+miserable for the first time, when he loses you? The old disease has
+attacked him again, but would he have instantly placed himself in your
+care, if he had not felt that he could only be cured with the aid and
+under the protection of the old, sacred, eternal powers of true love
+and faith? And must he now find an empty house, a cold hearth, darkness
+around him, and the threshold from which hostile spectres are wont to
+recoil, no longer guarded by good household spirits? And will she, who
+is about to inflict this pain upon him, attempt to delude herself and
+him with the fancy that she is making a sacrifice for his sake? For her
+own sake, she ought to say, for the sake of her pride, her jealous,
+offended heart, that cannot endure the thought of not making this
+beloved husband forget every thing beside itself.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Forgive these harsh words, dear Leah,&quot; he pleaded,
+approaching her and
+trying to take her hand. &quot;If you were not the woman, whom I have so
+heartily rejoiced that he obtained for a wife, a woman as high-hearted
+and brave as himself, perhaps you would be right in what you are doing.
+One would scarcely dissuade a woman of the ordinary stamp, from making
+the attempt to bring her husband back to her, by leaving him for a
+time. But you, dear Leah, ought not to allow any petty arts, any
+sensitive pouting and reserve, to come between yourself and him. If he
+has caused you pain, has he not suffered most bitterly himself? Would
+he have left you again now, if he had not felt how it must torture you
+to see his condition? He--that I know--feels that he could not be cured
+anywhere so quickly as near you. If you had heard how he talked to me
+about you--oh! dear Leah, no man has ever struggled more honestly
+against the powers of evil, and shall his natural champion, from whose
+presence he might draw new strength, desert her colors?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Come. Compose yourself. Turn your eyes away from that
+glorified
+face--it moves you too deeply. Oh! dearest Leah, you're not the first
+who has learned from the dead, what we owe to the living. I've sat in
+this very chair through many an hour of bitter conflict, when I knew
+not what to do; and when it has sometimes happened that my dear wife
+and I did not agree, we came quietly up here, first I, and ere long
+she, and we soon saw clearly what we ought to do. You know yourself,
+dear friend, every thing in life is not as plain as a sum in
+arithmetic, where we only need to write down the fraction that is left
+over. Therefore we must question our dead, our immortal ones, and they
+will not leave us long in doubt about the answer.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He had taken both her hands, and was gazing down at her with a
+look of
+the tenderest love. She suddenly rose and threw her arms around his
+neck. &quot;Dear--true--only friend,&quot; was all she could falter amid her
+sobs.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">After a time some one knocked gently at the door, and
+Reginchen's voice
+said that her father was going and wanted to take leave of Reinhold. As
+there was no sound from the attic room, the little wife then opened the
+door and timidly entered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Reinhold gently released himself from Leah, who was still
+clinging to
+him in violent agitation. &quot;Do you take charge of her now,&quot; he said to
+Reginchen, &quot;we shall keep her.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I knew it, Reinhold,&quot; replied the little wife, smiling
+through her
+tears; &quot;you don't talk often, but when you do speak, you can move
+mountains. Has he turned your heart, you naughty woman, when you
+wouldn't be touched by my fondest words? Now I find her here on the
+most affectionate terms with my own husband, and must get jealous of my
+only friend forsooth, in my old age.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Long after Reinhold had left the house and was on his way to
+the
+railway station with his father-in-law, who understood nothing about
+the matter, the two friends remained clasped in each other's arms, Leah
+seated in the lap of Reginchen, who often pressed her to her heart with
+almost motherly tenderness. They said nothing, but leaned their heads
+against each other and looked up to the bracket from which the dead
+man's gentle face gazed down upon them in pure and calm majesty.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER VII.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">Meantime the two friends had spent their day in a somewhat
+grave mood.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It was easy to say and sing:</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p class="t1" style="text-indent:-4px">&quot;How joyous he, who leaves his home,<br>
+To wander at his will,&quot;</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="continue">but difficult to realize it. After Mohr had sung all the
+verses in his
+best style, and Edwin at the conclusion had only remarked absently,
+that the air was very gay--a recognition the composer's husband did not
+consider sufficiently warm--they walked on for an hour without
+speaking, except in monosyllables. &quot;You'll forgive my old uncivil
+habit, Heinz,&quot; Edwin had said. &quot;The morning hour to me has gold in its
+mouth, and silence is golden.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Hm!&quot; muttered Mohr, &quot;I don't know what we two should have to
+say to
+each other.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Nor did aught of importance occur to him in the second or
+third hour.
+The day was hot, the road through the forest cool and pleasant, but as
+it led into the mountains, both men, who were usually such sturdy
+pedestrians, seemed to find every step a burden.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The sun blazed hotly down, as they climbed a height overgrown
+with low
+bushes, from which the ruins of a stately castle overlooked a broad
+extent of country. They had hoped to find an inn here, but the little
+house which had formerly been used for that purpose, was deserted, and
+the tiny garden full of weeds and robbed of its summer fruits; only the
+well was still ready to do its duty. When they had partially quenched
+their thirst, they stretched themselves on the turf under the shadow of
+the ruined barbican, and Mohr began to make a cigarette.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If we could only have a rubber of whist or a game of piquet,&quot;
+he
+sighed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;In broad daylight, here on the green grass?&quot; replied Edwin
+smiling.
+&quot;Incorrigible sinner.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mohr looked askance at him and shrugged his shoulders. &quot;My
+worthy
+saint,&quot; he growled, &quot;how often have I told you that this is one of your
+limitations; you've no taste for play. But just wait till you've
+written your book, completed your system. Then you'll have satisfied
+your soul's longing, and your eyes will be opened to the fact that a
+sensible man can take even play seriously.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;'There's often a deep meaning in children's games:' a wise
+man said
+that.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes indeed, and a philosopher by trade ought to be the last
+to scoff
+at it. A game of whist, my dear fellow, is life in miniature, where one
+has more luck than judgment, another more judgment than luck, a third
+who holds the best trumps doesn't know what to do with them, while the
+fourth, who would probably have made the most of them, loses the cards
+at last by his partner's awkwardness, at the utmost counting only his
+honors. I never take a hand at cards, without a certain feeling of
+solemnity, as if we then compelled fate, which usually only allows
+herself to be seen through a rift in the clouds, to sit down close
+beside us and show her real colors. What, on the contrary, is a
+melodrama, comedy, or tragedy, at which fate is separated from us by
+the orchestra and prompter's box, and we can lose nothing except our
+admission fee and faith in a new development of the German stage?
+Instead of the 'stage,' we ought to talk of 'the cards' that parody the
+world.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A fine world, in which there are only knaves, kings, and
+queens, with
+the exception of a few insignificant mutes; and all this for a few
+penitents! No, my dear fellow, as I lack an appreciation of money, even
+more than an appreciation of play--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mohr puffed huge clouds of smoke into the air. &quot;If you only
+say that,
+to avoid being compelled to acknowledge that I'm right, I'll forgive
+you,&quot; he said calmly. &quot;But if you really made such a worthless remark
+in earnest, I pity you. You're generally clever, Edwin, or rather you
+think it worth while, when we're talking together, not only to pour out
+pure wine for me, but, as I'm a connoisseur, your best brands. Shall I
+tell you why, at this moment, you don't care a straw what you say?
+Because, for the last three hours, I've only rejoiced in your bodily
+presence, your soul has been far away.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And where has it taken up its abode, omniscient friend?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Hm! do you see the telegraph poles, which appear between the
+pines
+yonder, and show that iron rails run through the forest beneath them?
+If, for a few hours, you follow toward the East the wires which are
+scarcely visible from here, in the direction from whence we have just
+come, your worthy body will reach the spot where your honored soul is
+at the present moment, and which it has not left five minutes today.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You maybe right, my dear fellow,&quot; replied Edwin gravely. &quot;I
+confess
+I've been thinking all the morning, whether it was not ridiculous
+nonsense to leave my little wife again, and without even a farewell
+kiss. She cannot feel happy, and I'm very miserable, while you, poor
+martyr to friendship, must be bored with me, whether you like it or
+not. No&quot;--and he sprang to his feet with sudden resolution--&quot;we must
+not carry anything too far, even want of consideration for our friends.
+Do you think I don't know that by following the telegraph wire toward
+the <i>West</i>, we shall in a few hours reach the spot where your heart
+dwells, though your mind, even if not in its most brilliant mood, may
+be beside me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Pray leave my insignificant self entirely out of the
+question. The
+matter under discussion is what's best for you, and with all due
+deference to Frau Leah's worldly wisdom, I think she made a mistake
+this time.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Do you think so too?&quot; cried Edwin with beaming eyes. &quot;Well,
+my
+Socratic fiend has been saying the same thing, but the habit of
+respecting superior wisdom--no, I'll emancipate myself, I frankly
+declare that this distasteful bodily exercise, while the soul remains
+immovable in one spot, is unworthy of a sensible man and does more harm
+than good; in a word, I absolve you from the painful duty of acting as
+bear leader, and will go back at full speed, until I see the smoke of
+my own chimney.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Stop,&quot; exclaimed Mohr, throwing his cigarette over the
+precipice.
+&quot;Praiseworthy as this hasty resolution appears, for this day you belong
+to me; in the first place, because it will be salutary for your wife to
+do without you again for a whole day, and secondly, because neither at
+my home, nor during these last few days of travel, have we said
+anything about your work. That book my friend, must eventually be
+written. I should like to know how far you have progressed with the
+system, or whether the old step-mother, Mathematics, has so maltreated
+the tender little soul. Psychology, which cannot live without fancy,
+that we must despair of its attaining any further growth. Who
+knows when we shall see each other again. That we shall not write
+very frequently is unfortunately more than probable, and besides,
+now-a-days, letters contain nothing of any real importance. So be kind
+enough to sit down beside me again and submit to an examination. Or
+still better, let us drag ourselves to the next village, breakfast, and
+then begin.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">They did so. Mohr was well aware that next to the gentle but
+powerful
+magic of Leah's presence, nothing could be so soothing to his friend's
+agitated soul, as to resolve to do what in his modesty he had always
+deferred, collect the work of the last few years in a large volume.
+Now, for the first time, while sketching the outlines to his
+sympathizing listener, Edwin felt that nothing essential was really
+lacking, that he only needed to go to work with a firm purpose and a
+good heart. Heinrich encouraged him in his resolve in every possible
+way.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If you want to wait till you have nothing more to learn,
+before you
+begin to teach, you can write only posthumous books. I must preach very
+nearly the same sermon with which I yesterday converted a much more
+eccentric Christian; your head has reached its full growth, I think. It
+may be refurnished in one way or another; have a window cut here or
+there, but the foundations will not enlarge. And as it is tolerably
+spacious and not ill planned, it will be useful for the world to know
+how it (the world, I mean,) is reflected in this head. For my part, I
+have a special interest in wishing the book to be written soon; in the
+first place, because it must be dedicated to me and our ex-tribune of
+the people; and secondly, because in my own unfruitfulness, it is a
+satisfaction to have friends who can make themselves talked about and
+accomplish something entire.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When, toward evening, they parted, and Mohr went to the
+station, to
+return to his wife and child, both, though without showing it except by
+a somewhat over-strained gayety, were very much agitated. They had
+again shared what binds human beings most closely to each other, pure,
+unselfish hours of grave meditation and quiet sympathy, in the
+contemplation of the eternal verities. And moreover they felt
+themselves bound more strongly to each other by a renewal of the old
+friendship which may, even when the thoughts are unlike, and the
+topmost branches as it were divide, forever entwine the roots of two
+lives.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It was already dark, when Edwin also set out by rail to return
+to the
+little city which he had left in the morning. The unconquerable longing
+for home had increased to an actual fever, during the hour he was
+obliged to wait at the station. When the train at last stopped in the
+town, which now contained his world, he sprang hastily out, looking
+neither to the right nor left, lest he should see some acquaintance who
+might detain him. He did not notice the two men who had been waiting
+for the arrival of the same train, Reinhold and Herr Feyertag, the
+latter, being as we know, about to return to Berlin. They, also, were
+too much engrossed in conversation, to heed the traveler in a suit of
+grey, who rushed blindly past them and instantly turned toward the
+city.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When at last, panting for breath and wiping the perspiration
+from his
+brow, he reached his house, he was surprised to find the windows dark,
+but instantly said to himself: &quot;She's with Reginchen.&quot; The delay
+annoyed him, it had never entered his mind that he should not find her
+at home. He hastily entered resolved to send the maid-servant for her,
+for he felt unable to see others to-day, even though they might be his
+dearest friends. But when he opened the door of his room, the girl came
+toward him with a light.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Herr Doctor!&quot; she exclaimed, almost dropping the lamp in her
+surprise.
+&quot;Good gracious, to-day! And my mistress--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Where's my wife? At the next house, I suppose?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Preserve us! Gone away entirely, an hour ago--you must have
+met her at
+the railway station.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;At the station? What are you talking about, Kathrin? Where
+should she
+go--alone--without me--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;She's gone to Berlin with Herr Feyertag, and she said she
+didn't know
+when she'd come back, but she'd write, and as the Herr Doctor wouldn't
+return for a week--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Gone? To Berlin?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why yes, to see her father--and she made up her mind very
+suddenly.
+Herr Feyertag said it would be a good opportunity, because he was going
+himself this evening, but my mistress would not hear of such a thing at
+first, but the other visitor had scarcely gone--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Another visitor? Who--don't make me drag the words out of you
+so--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But how should I know who it was? I never saw the lady in my
+life, she
+didn't tell her name, and I could not hear what she said to my
+mistress. She was very beautiful, and very elegantly dressed; after
+she'd gone the room smelt of violets a long time, and my mistress paced
+up and down, looking very pale and talking to herself. And then when I
+brought her dinner she didn't touch a mouthful, and I didn't dare to
+ask her any questions; she said nothing to me, except that she'd made
+up her mind to go to Berlin. So about twilight she went out with a
+little satchel, and didn't even allow me to go with her to the station.
+When she'd gone, I felt very sad and anxious, though I didn't know why,
+and I was just going to bed--but what ails you, Herr Doctor? Shall I
+get you a glass of water?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He had sunk down on the sofa and his eyes were closed as if a
+stroke of
+apoplexy had benumbed his brain.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When, after some time, he opened his eyes again, he saw the
+maid-servant, who had no idea what all this could mean, still standing
+helplessly in the middle of the room. &quot;What are you doing here,
+Kathrin?&quot; he said harshly. &quot;Go to bed, leave me, I want nothing more
+to-day. No, no light. I can see well enough. Good night.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The faithful servant glided silently out of the room, and he
+sank back
+again in the corner of the sofa, helplessly giving himself up, in the
+loneliness and darkness, to his bitter anguish.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER VIII.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">So he had lost her--his brave little wife, his good comrade,
+the friend
+who sympathized with all his moods and thoughts, all his feelings and
+wishes! The right hand must do without the left, the complete man had
+become a pitiful fragment, a crumbling mass of ruin.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The blow was so sudden, so unexpected, that for the first hour
+his
+bewilderment swallowed up all sense of pain. If anything earthly had
+ever seemed positive and secure from loss, it had been the possession
+of this heart. The secret fear (which sometimes blends with the joy of
+passionate love,) that exuberance of feeling may fall from its
+exaltation and undergo the common lot of change, he had never known. He
+had never toiled in anxiety and doubt to win the woman's love; it had
+been his long before he suspected it; why should he fancy that it could
+ever change! And now she had deserted him!</p>
+
+<p class="normal">No feeling of reproach or bitterness, that she failed him now
+when he
+needed her more than ever, rose in his heart. He esteemed her too
+highly to believe her capable of any petty irritability, any ordinary
+feminine weakness, such as going &quot;to make herself missed.&quot; If she could
+feel that her place was no longer beside him, she must have had good
+reasons for her belief, reasons which would bear the examination not
+only of her sorely tried heart, but of her reason. What they might be,
+well as he knew her, was not clear to him. Did she not know him too,
+and know he would never leave her? But he also knew whom she had seen,
+and that this visitor had been the cause of her sudden resolution he
+was perfectly convinced.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But however that might be--he had lost her. True--in the midst
+of his
+deep sorrow, a voice within whispered consolingly it was not possible,
+not conceivable that he could have lost her forever. If she had
+suspected that he would return to her to-day, how desolate the lonely
+house would seem, how sleepless the night would be--perhaps she would
+have remained. And it could have needed only one word, one look into
+each other's eyes, to have banished all the ghosts that had come
+between them. But even if she returned with him--he missed her to-day,
+and had been longing all day to see her, as he had never done before,
+and only endured the weary hours, because he knew the last would bring
+him to her arms.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In the midst of the bitterest grief and regret, his mind
+suddenly grew
+strangely clear and calm. For the strength of a noble love that really
+fills a man's heart, is such, that in its glorious fervor it consumes
+all other feelings, and even in the denial of the beloved object, the
+renunciation of the joy of her presence and reciprocating love, renders
+him happy whose being it pervades. All the happiness Edwin had enjoyed
+during these four years of quiet possession, seemed like a pale
+twilight in comparison with the radiant brightness that suddenly burst
+upon him in this separation. For the first time, the inmost depths of
+his being were pervaded by the feeling that he would give the whole
+world to call this woman his again.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">With the rapturous timidity of a young man in love, but far
+distant
+from the object of his longing, and who meantime indemnifies himself
+for all deprivations by the boldness of his waking dreams, he conjured
+up the image of his beloved wife and murmured confusedly a thousand
+happy, sweet, and sorrowful words. He sued for her heart as if she had
+never granted him a kind word, and in imagination whispered his
+yearning love in her ear and waited with a throbbing heart for some
+sound from her lips that might seem to favor his suit. Her little work
+basket stood on the table before the sofa, where he still lay in the
+dark. Just as she had toyed with his book, his pen, he now took up one
+after another, the skeins of silk, silver thimble, and little scissors;
+the thimble he put on and pressed to his lips. It was such a
+consolation to him to be permitted to touch the things that had
+belonged to her, as if they were hostages she would ransom when he had
+her again. &quot;To Berlin,&quot; he said suddenly to himself. &quot;Why should we not
+go there?&quot; He said &quot;we,&quot; as if they were to set out on their journey
+the next morning together. For the moment he had entirely forgotten
+that she was not sitting beside him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">So he lay in his dark corner in a condition between sleeping
+and
+waking, while visions of all his past and future happiness successively
+rose before him. He was so absorbed in his reverie that he did not hear
+the noise in the street outside, a strange humming and buzzing, as if a
+great crowd had assembled, but were moving gently about with subdued
+voices and light steps, in order not to betray some secret design. It
+was about nine o'clock, an hour at which such a gathering, except in
+case of fire, was utterly unprecedented. Now the gleam of several
+wavering lights penetrated the dark room seemingly stationary before
+the house. Still the dreamer's attention was not aroused. Not until the
+street had again become perfectly silent and a duet began, softly sung
+by two voices without, did Edwin start up. What was that? Who was
+singing that beautiful, familiar melody, which he could never hear
+without deep emotion, since it had been the last greeting of Balder's
+friends, ere they left him to his eternal repose? <i>Integer vitæ</i>--now
+it rose again, sung before his house by young, fresh voices, a greeting
+of life to the living. At first he listened without thinking how it
+happened that the old tune was now heard outside. Its melody fell so
+softly on his heart, and the words, with which he was perfectly
+familiar, seemed like the friendly consolation of a good spirit,
+closely allied to him. When the fourth verse began, he rose gently and
+approached the closed window. The street was crowded with people, whose
+faces were all turned toward him, though he was evidently not yet
+perceived against the dark background of the room for the expression of
+expectation, which rested on every countenance, did not alter as he
+approached. In the centre stood the singers, pupils belonging to the
+first classes of his school; his colleague, the singing-master, had
+stationed himself before the semi-circle, and by the light of some
+torches was beating time as intently as if some grand musical
+exhibition were taking place in a hall. Among the bystanders Edwin
+recognized many of the most prominent citizens in the place, the
+president of the workmen's society and several friends and neighbors,
+and could no longer doubt that the serenade was intended for him, a
+discovery, which even in his dark hiding place, made him blush to his
+temples.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">What could have induced these good people, who as he well
+knew, were
+his friends, to express their feelings to him on this particular day,
+and in such a manner? Who had arranged this conspiracy so secretly,
+that even Franzelius, who would certainly have prepared him, had heard
+nothing of it? He was just resolving to choose the simplest way of
+solving the mystery, by going out and inquiring, when the door was
+cautiously opened and one of his younger colleagues, the teacher of
+history, with an exclamation of joy, entered the dark room. &quot;So you are
+at home!&quot; he cried, eagerly grasping Edwin's hand. &quot;As the windows
+still remained dark, we were afraid that the beadle, who positively
+declared he saw you return by the evening train, might have been
+mistaken. It was known that you went away early this morning, and the
+serenade which had been appointed for this evening was of course
+deferred. But when you came back, there was no restraining them; all
+who were to take part were hastily assembled, and now nothing will save
+you; you must leave your hiding place and show yourself to the people,
+although so far as speech making is concerned, we can't under present
+circumstances stick to the original programme.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He then hastily told his astonished hearer, how all this had
+come to
+pass. Notwithstanding the secrecy with which the affair was managed,
+the rumor that Edwin was to be dismissed on account of his lecture
+before the workmen's society and the freethinking he had never denied,
+had spread itself among the pupils, who were greatly attached to him,
+and through this channel had reached the citizens and workmen.
+Instantly the thought occurred to them of averting the danger of losing
+their dear teacher and friend, by a solemn demonstration. If the city
+manifested its unanimous desire not to let Edwin go, those occupying
+high places would perhaps be startled. So an address had been secretly
+prepared, which was to be carried to Edwin escorted by a torchlight
+procession, and followed by a supper at the citizen's club. A partial
+knowledge of this had reached the ears of the principal of the school,
+who in his fear of offending both parties, could think of no wiser
+course than to telegraph to his superiors and beg them to adopt
+moderate measures. As soon as he had received an answer conceding his
+petition, he sent for the ringleaders among the pupils and told them no
+one had any intention of depriving them of their teacher, only that
+every thing must be avoided which would make an uproar and irritate the
+ecclesiastical authorities. There must be no torchlight procession nor
+any satirical addresses, either verbal or written; this was the
+condition of a mutual good understanding, which no one desired more
+than he, since he himself felt the highest esteem for the honored
+colleague in question.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So we were obliged to content ourselves by merely singing a
+few songs
+to you, my dear friend,&quot; the young man concluded. &quot;It is possible that
+even this course may destroy our pastor's rest. But why does he meddle
+with our affairs and disturb our little circle? It was hard enough for
+the lads to pledge themselves to do nothing more. Our little head boy
+had prepared a speech, which would have borne witness that he had read
+Thucydides to some purpose. And it seems as if I had never heard them
+sing so before!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin's only reply was to press his friend's hands; he then
+accompanied
+him into the street, where the last song was being sung. All present
+bared their heads, when they saw him, and seemed to expect a speech.
+But he only went up to the old music teacher, uttered a few cordial
+words, shook hands with him, and then embraced the head boy. &quot;We know
+each other, my young friends,&quot; he said, &quot;we will hold to each other in
+future, and I shall ever treasure it as one of my greatest joys, that
+you sang this particular song. I will tell you why another time. But
+here are other friends I must thank. Dear Herr Wolfhart,&quot; he said,
+addressing an old white-haired cabinet-maker, &quot;you, too, have taken the
+trouble to come here to do me honor, although as I know, you are not a
+good walker. How shall I thank you for it--and you--and all of you!
+Well, I think the charming singing of our gallant lads will repay you
+for the trouble, better than I could do if I made a long speech. True,
+I might say a great deal to you all, but the street is not a suitable
+place for it, and we shall meet each other again at some more fitting
+opportunity. For your confidence in me and belief in my honest
+intentions, I thank you cordially; and now we will beg our singers to
+rejoice our hearts with a few more songs.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">While the singing began again, many pressed around Edwin to
+shake hands
+with him and whisper how delighted they were to have this opportunity
+of showing their esteem for him and how the thought of losing him had
+alarmed them all. He accepted these proofs of friendship in his usual
+straight forward manner, said very little in reply, and escaped the
+most enthusiastic, as well as he could, by pretending to be completely
+absorbed in the music. But at heart he was strangely agitated and
+touched by this beautiful and affectionate ceremonial, and yet amid his
+joy he was deeply saddened by the thought that he must witness it
+without her, whose existence was most closely interwoven with his. He
+became more and more absorbed in this grief, which made him insensible
+to all that was passing around him. When the last notes had died in the
+air, the dark crowd silently melted away; the singers took leave of
+him, and those colleagues who ventured to share in the ovation,
+accompanied him to the door of the house with a last good night; he
+crossed the deserted threshold with a sense of sorrowful oppression, as
+if instead of this pleasurable event, some heavy grief had befallen
+him, and he felt actual horror at the thought that he must now remain
+through the long night alone with his despair.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Again he threw himself on the sofa, but the blissful certainty
+of
+happiness, in which he had just rested there, had fled. He had never
+felt more clearly, that he had lost the capacity for enjoying any
+pleasure, which she did not share with him, that his weal and woe were
+so indissolubly connected with this other self, that the mere thought
+of losing her palsied every aspiration of his soul.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Suddenly he fancied he heard a light foot coming along the
+street--now
+it ascended the steps--seemed to pause a moment at the door, which was
+ajar--and then to come through the dark entry--a footstep he knew so
+well! but no, impossible! She is far away or could his thoughts have
+had the power--? A hand is laid on the door knob; Edwin starts up with
+a beating heart, is about to say: &quot;Who is there?&quot; and prepares to
+reconcile himself to see a strange form enter, when the door opens, and
+Leah who has witnessed every thing that has just taken place before the
+house,--with what emotion! standing unnoticed among the crowd, not
+daring to approach!--appears, trembling from head to foot, like a
+criminal before her judge, on the threshold of the room she had left
+with such an agitated soul.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Another instant and she was clasped in his arms. As if beside
+himself
+in the exuberance of this unprecedented happiness, he raised the
+tottering form and carried, rather than led her to the sofa.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Leah!&quot; he exclaimed, &quot;is it you?--you in bodily form clasped
+to my
+heart again? I hold, I feel you, come, speak one word, compose
+yourself--oh! you do not know what you have done for me in not going
+away!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Meantime she had recovered from her bewilderment, but was
+still
+incapable of uttering a word. But he--all that he had just said in
+imagination, his newly awakened, passionate love, his wooing for her
+heart, the doubts and fears of a lover, he now poured forth aloud,
+while again and again seeking with his quivering lips her hands, her
+cheeks, the quiet mouth for which he had so ardently longed. &quot;And you
+are here,&quot; he cried, &quot;you have not fled from me, have not left a poor
+defenceless mortal alone in his need; no, my brave, faithful wife, now
+for the first time wholly mine and fairer and happier than ever, and
+all the idols which I had beside you, have crumbled into ruin forever.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh Edwin,&quot; she whispered, &quot;you make me both happy and
+miserable. You
+do not know, I am a bad wife--mean and cowardly, and not worthy to have
+you idolize me so. Oh! that this must be said now, but I must not allow
+any falsehood to come between us--you must see me as I am, even if you
+take back the treasure you have just poured into my lap.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Speak out, if it must be told,&quot; he said with his brightest
+smile. &quot;I
+am curious to see how far a person who has just saved another's life,
+can succeed in appearing odious.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He held her hands firmly clasped in his, but she glided down
+on the
+carpet before him, and on her knees, like a grievous sinner, confessed
+all that we already know. He let her talk on only interrupting now and
+then by an ironical word or saucy laugh. &quot;Have you finished?&quot; he
+asked, when she paused. She nodded, but made no effort to rise.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Your sins are heavy,&quot; said he. &quot;Above all, that of having
+given
+another man, even though he be a friend, to whom I do not grudge any
+good thing, the kiss which I myself so shamefully neglected to take
+with me, when I set out early this morning. However, in consideration
+that I too did not escape from the magic castle entirely unscathed, the
+only penance imposed upon you shall be, that in the future, if you want
+to kiss your own husband, you must never suppose that such folly does
+not beseem thinking beings, who have made a sensible marriage, but
+allow your heart every sweet absurdity--as in this hour. Leah, were
+there ever two happier mortals?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I fear I shall not survive the joy--&quot; she murmured. Then
+withdrawing
+from his embrace she continued: &quot;You are crushing me,--and you must be
+very gentle with me now--not for my own sake--Edwin, you do not yet
+know--I--I bear another life--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">This earth has joys that no heavenly joy can surpass, and
+which can be
+described by no human tongue.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER IX.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">This night was succeeded by days, whose radiance and joy
+exceeded even
+the far famed happiness of the honeymoon. And in fact many drops of
+gall had mingled with the honey of our lovers' first days of wedlock;
+the daughter's sorrowful parting from her beloved father, whose future
+at that time seemed far more lonely and joyless, because there was not
+the faintest thought of a marriage with his first love; the young
+wife's many household cares, and for Edwin himself numerous annoyances
+in his new position, where the reputation of being a philosopher who
+believes neither in religion nor in God, had preceded him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">They had passed honestly through all troubles hand in hand.
+But much as
+these trials aided in strengthening the foundation upon which their
+home was to be built, the happy rapture of joy, the unrestrained,
+tumultuous delight with which young couples usually enter upon a new
+life, had been lacking in them. Now all this was bestowed in
+overflowing measure, when as Leah smilingly said, &quot;they had really been
+married too long to be so childishly happy.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">True, they did not allow, the outside world to see much of the
+treasure
+they had so suddenly found under their own hearthstone, and he who had
+entered the sitting room on the following day would hardly have taken
+the quiet young teacher, who was writing the first chapter of his
+philosophical work, and the young wife, who was painting a study in
+water colors from a bouquet of fresh roses, for two newly married
+people, in whose hearts amazement at all the wonders of happy love was
+still burning with a bright flame. But the first chapter did not
+progress very rapidly, or the bouquet bloom speedily on the paper.
+Every ten minutes the writer had something to ask the artist, and the
+question generally concerned some childish folly, such as is usually
+discussed gravely and thoroughly only in the nursery; or the artist,
+who had gone out of the room a moment, could not as usual, on
+returning, find the way directly back to her own window, but being
+obliged to pass the other, her dress, with all its appurtenances would
+catch on something which was no rose bush, but two arms extended toward
+her like a sign post, that would not let her go until she had paid a
+suitable toll for crossing the boundary line.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Since we have discovered that we are in love with each other,
+like
+ordinary foolish mortals, we can no longer abide within the same four
+walls!&quot; said Edwin laughing. &quot;It is fortunate that we shall soon need a
+larger dwelling at any rate. At least the neighbors will not notice it,
+if we, from pure love, cannot continue beside each other.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He threw his pen aside, gave his arm to his little wife, and
+went to
+the printers with her. Reginchen received them with eyes sparkling with
+delight, but Reinhold, after yesterday's rare expenditure of eloquence,
+was as monosyllabic as if he were compelled to make up for his
+unprecedented lavishness by redoubled parsimony. But the quiet smile
+that gleamed through his bushy beard was enough to tell his friends how
+the sun of their happiness warmed his heart. They must come again in
+the evening he said; but Edwin instantly declined--they were going into
+the country, or to the shooting match, or somewhere--in short, they did
+not know what wise or foolish thing they might undertake, but two such
+frivolous young people could not enter into any positive engagement.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The remainder of this last week of vacation passed in the same
+way.
+They were only seen for very short periods, when they talked in a
+courteous, but abstracted manner, smiled at vacancy, and suddenly
+departed again, as if they had some important business to transact, and
+at hours when no staid citizen would think of going to walk, would be
+met on the wall of the town or in the neighboring forest, strolling
+along hand in hand, or sitting on some bench engaged in eager
+conversation or absorbed in happy silence.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Yet despite all this, the first chapter did make considerable
+progress--more than the picture of the bouquet of roses, since the
+original of the latter did not expand so quietly as Edwin's thoughts,
+which had long before been bound into a beautiful wreath. &quot;I know now,&quot;
+said he, &quot;why I never could write the book before. Certain things
+cannot be done by reason and calm judgment. A hazardous enterprise,
+like the final expression of thought, can be undertaken only when, like
+a somnambulist, we wander over the heights of life, intoxicated by the
+winged flight of a rapturous happiness, or the march of a grand, solemn
+fate, with a courage which helps us to surmount all heights and depths.
+No can can be so bold, except he who has shaken off all the burdens of
+mortality and escaped into eternity. When I woke last night, my
+darling, and gazed at your sleeping face--the moon was still shining
+brightly--you had a saucy smile on your lips, while your grave
+brow--will you believe, that a light suddenly dawned upon that passage
+in Kant, over which I have racked my brains so long? now my third
+chapter need not end with an interrogation point.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Thus passed the bright time of this most cloudless summer. On
+Sunday,
+the last day of vacation, they walked to a neighboring village and
+passed the little church, just as the service was over. A flood of
+melody from the organ floated solemnly through the open door, like an
+invisible stream, which was bearing the church-goers into the world
+again. The two lovers stood still and let the congregation pass slowly
+by. A portion of it was composed of peasants with their wives and
+children. Many residents of the city, who were spending the summer in
+the country, had joined it, principally ladies, who nodded to Leah as
+they passed, but owing to the religious views which the pair were known
+to entertain, did not approach them at the moment.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The pastor of this village is famed for his toleration and
+oratorical
+talent,&quot; said Leah. &quot;Does it not seem as if all these faces bore
+witness, that a beautiful and noble gospel has just been preached, a
+religion of love and charity? How differently the people look, when
+they come from our city church, where your zealous opponent enters the
+pulpit every Sunday with a heart full of hatred and desire for
+persecution! These people have really been benefited; they have
+sanctified their holiday, and we ought to thank them for secretly
+pitying us, because they do not suspect we are doing so too, in our own
+way.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Certainly,&quot; replied Edwin, &quot;so long as they confine
+themselves to
+secret pity, and do not allow their acts to be affected by it, so long
+as they do not force upon us the consciousness that we have other wants
+and satisfy them in a different way. For after all the ultimate and
+most common standard of a man's value is, whether he is capable of
+devotion or not, whether he can raise his thoughts above the dust of
+workday life and produce and worthily enjoy a holiday stillness. In
+this alone men differ and foolishly wrangle about how it happens. Those
+who only in dense crowds can succeed in remembering their common
+humanity, their universal weakness, their need, and all that binds them
+under the universal law, consider those persons arrogant and
+presumptuous, who can only feel the presence of the eternal powers,
+when communing with their own hearts in the deepest solitude, or with
+their most intimate friends. Nothing alien and fortuitous must touch
+me, if I am to approach what people have agreed to call God. The voice
+of a good man, who wants to obtrude upon me his little well meant
+passages from Scripture, the faces of his innocent hearers, to whom
+each word is a revelation, baffle and destroy my best efforts to rise
+above earthly appearances into the one and all. That which now speaks
+to us from the open house of God, is a feeling so strangely made up of
+memories of our childhood, universal philanthropy, the summer air, and
+the notes of the organ, that we gladly allow it to produce its effect
+upon us. But when we seriously reflect, it leads us away from, rather
+than into ourselves. It draws us toward natures which have little in
+common with us. We have often said, dearest, that mankind might be
+divided into two great classes, those who strive toward what is
+steadfast, calm, and limited, and those who never forget that every
+thing is fleeting, and are only satisfied when they themselves are in
+the current of the eternal stream. How could the piety of these two
+classes be the same? When the former pass from the restless, ever
+moving world, through a church door into their Sunday, where every
+thing has remained the same from time immemorial, the inexpressible
+appears before them confined within set forms, and for all new wants
+and sorrows the same consolations are ready, which have soothed their
+ancestors for a thousand years. How can it surprise us, that people who
+find their salvation in remaining ever the same and prefer to stifle
+certain instincts of the soul and mind, rather than be allured into the
+illimitable, cannot understand us, whose piety is rooted in the
+strength and boldness which in moments of enthusiasm, enable us to
+burst the barriers that confine us, in order through presentments and
+intuition, to grasp all space?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;They do not know,&quot; said Leah gently, after a short pause,
+&quot;how much
+more courage and humility it requires, to confess that we cannot
+recognize God, then to believe ourselves his pet children, in whose
+ears He whispers the secret of the world, and thereby relieves from all
+future care.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When they returned home in the evening and entered their cosy
+room,
+they espied a letter lying on the desk. &quot;I don't know why it is,&quot; said
+Edwin, &quot;but I fear this stranger which has crept in, will destroy the
+pleasure of the last hours of vacation.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Don't read it until to-morrow,&quot; pleaded Leah.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But Edwin had already opened the letter, and a smaller note
+fell out.
+As Leah picked it up, he glanced at the signature of the large one.
+&quot;Doctor Basler,&quot; he read, and his light tone instantly grew sad. &quot;A
+letter from there--six closely written pages--strange, how far distant
+it seems, all that transpired there, as if years had intervened; so
+greatly does happiness harden us to the sorrows of others! And now once
+more it appears like yesterday. Poor creature, to be so quickly
+forgotten, even by your only friend! Perhaps though it may not contain
+a word about her. Come we will sit down on the sofa and read the letter
+together.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Leah had become perfectly silent. Without exactly concealing
+the note
+she had picked up, she held it in her hand, so that for the instant
+Edwin forgot it. They seated themselves near the lamp and read:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Dear Sir and Friend!</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>I should consider it my duty, even without the count's
+express
+command, to relate to my dear friend's son, the particulars of an event
+extremely sad in its nature, and which if it should reach him in its
+bare outlines through the medium of the press, would be doubly
+agitating.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>So</i>--sine ambagibus--<i>for so-called preparation in such
+cases only
+increases anxiety and dread, and men, dear Herr Doctor, know that fate
+strides rapidly--we have lost our beautiful young mistress, the
+countess, in a manner as sudden as it is distressing.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>You are already aware, that the writer of this letter did
+not enjoy
+any special favor or regard from the lady who has died so young. Yet I
+do not need to assure you, that the brevity of this account, which is
+garnished by no expression of feeling, is due solely to the haste
+imposed upon me by the pressure of circumstances, and not by any lack
+of sympathy in my master's misfortune. Such a thing would not only be
+inhuman in general, but ungrateful in particular, in so far as the
+noble lady at last did justice to the good will of her faithful servant
+and honored him with a priceless token of her confidence.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>To tell everything in due order, the countess, during the
+first few
+days after you left us, made no change in her mode of life, but on the
+third or fourth day--Monday, if I am not mistaken--remained shut up in
+her own room, allowing no one but her maid to attend her. On Thursday
+she again appeared at dinner, and to her husband's evident joy, seemed
+gayer and more cordial than was her habit in the family circle. The
+Italian tour of the prince and his wife, introduced the subject of
+traveling, and the countess jestingly remarked that she had become, so
+to speak</i>, blasé <i>through descriptions of travel in most foreign
+countries, but if any thing could please her, it would be to go alone
+to the promised land. This remark was taken seriously, both by Count
+Gaston and the count himself, and the following day nothing was talked
+of except rides through the desert, Jordan water, the infidels, and the
+holy sepulchre. Therefore it afforded me special pleasure, that the
+countess should be the first to say: 'of course we must not leave the
+doctor--my insignificant self--at home.'</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Amid all this, it could not escape one familiar with the
+circumstances, that the noble lady's feelings toward her husband had
+softened, a fact which I could not help secretly attributing to your
+influence, my worthy friend. Old diagnosticians, like ourselves, are
+not deceived in such matters; the tone of the voice and the expression
+of the eyes, which accompanied even the most insignificant words,
+plainly showed me that her former harshness was softening, and I was
+already cherishing the brightest expectations of a complete
+reconciliation, expectations now unfortunately forever baffled, by this
+terrible catastrophe.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>A hunting party was arranged for Thursday, at which in
+addition to
+the members of the household, no one was present except the barons
+Thaddäus and Matthäus, who, however, were only spectators, as, since
+the accident to the fat landed-proprietor, though the wound is healing,
+the furrow made by the ball suppurating properly, and his general
+health admirable, they have vowed not to touch a gun, except in defence
+of their native land.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>I, as usual, remained at home, and did not even see the
+party ride
+away, but learned from the steward that Her Excellency had been
+particularly gay and blooming, and in unusually good spirits, so that
+the count really seemed to grow younger and the company moved off amid
+jests and laughter.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>The occupants of the castle were therefore the more alarmed,
+when,
+soon after noon, the noble party entered the courtyard very quietly at
+a walk, the countess lying in a carriage with a very pale face. Count
+Gaston riding beside her on horseback, and her husband on the box. We
+heard, that in the exuberance of her delight in hunting, Her Excellency
+had proposed a steeplechase to the gentlemen, in which her English
+chestnut horse instantly took the lead; but in leaping a high fence the
+animal unfortunately fell, and though the countess was apparently
+unhurt, the fright brought on a long fainting fit. The horse, which had
+broken one of its fore legs, was instantly relieved from its sufferings
+by a bullet from Count Gaston's pistol, at the express desire of its
+mistress, who, however, as soon as the deed was done, burst into
+violent sobs and afterwards did not utter a single word.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Leaning on her husband's arm, she ascended the stairs,
+greeting the
+terrified servants only with a silent bend of the head and went at once
+to her own rooms, where she shut herself up for several hours,
+declaring that she was not hurt, and that she only needed rest. It was
+not a matter of surprise, that she did not consult me, as I have
+already told you, I was not in her favor, either as a physician or as a
+man. But to my no small surprise, about six o'clock I was called to the
+noble patient by the maid herself.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>I found her attired in an elegant</i> negligé, <i>sitting at a
+writing
+table, as if nothing had happened; she was unusually pale however, and
+her manner of receiving me was also surprising, for she was not in the
+habit of treating me with so much kindness and condescension. While
+sealing a letter and writing the address with a steady hand, she said
+in reply to my question about her health, that she was sure she had
+received no internal injury, but the dizziness which had recently
+attacked her--you remember how she stumbled the morning after your
+arrival, my dear sir--constantly hovered about her, and she wanted me
+to bleed her. At first I hesitated, from scientific reasons, which it
+would occupy too much space to explain here; but as I knew her, and
+knew that if I refused, she would send for the village barber, I did
+what she desired; it was the first time I had been permitted to touch
+her arm or render her any medical service. 'What do you think of my
+blood, Doctor?' she said, as it flowed into the silver basin. 'It is
+healthy isn't it? With such blood one might live to be a hundred years
+old!'</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>When I put on the bandage, she expressly told me to fasten
+it
+securely, she was often restless in her sleep she said, and it might,
+easily become displaced. 'Well,' said I, 'in any case I will beg
+permission to watch through the night with the maid in the ante-room.'
+'If you want me not to close my eyes,' she replied, 'my nerves are so
+irritated, that the slightest noise, even the mere vicinity of a man,
+keeps me awake.' No, if I wished to do her a favor, I would not omit
+the ride to the city I always took every Thursday, and I would carry
+with me to mail, the letter she had just written.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>You knew her, dear Herr Doctor, and therefore you know how
+difficult
+it would have been to have refused her any thing, especially a first
+service. So I bowed in silence, put the letter in my pocket, and gave
+her all sorts of directions for the night. Then she held out her hand,
+which I respectfully kissed, and at that moment it seemed as if no ill
+feeling had ever existed between us. 'Goodnight, dear Doctor'--those
+were the last words I ever heard her utter.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>In the hall below I met the count, who asked how I had found
+her. I
+told him, and also said I was going to the city--but did not mention
+the letter</i> (<i>although my motto has always been 'frankness and
+honesty,' there are cases where discretion becomes a duty.</i>) <i>The count
+positively forbade me to ride to the city. If the countess asked about
+the matter in the morning, he would be responsible for my disobedience.
+Then he went to her himself remained in her apartments about half an
+hour and returned in a mood I had scarcely ever remarked in him
+before--gentle and kind, as if he felt all would now be well. Dear me
+it was the first time for years, that he had been allowed to sit by her
+bedside for half an hour.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Then night closed in. No one in the castle noticed anything
+unusual,
+the supper was a little more quiet, and there was no card playing
+afterwards, which greatly vexed the chevalier, who does not know how to
+amuse himself without it. At eleven the count again sent to inquire
+about his wife's health; the maid, who was to spend the night on the
+sofa in the adjoining room, replied that the countess seemed to be
+asleep, and she could not get in. Her Excellency had locked the door.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>So all went to bed. What was to be feared? The symptoms were
+not
+alarming; rest, sleep, and a Utile bleeding could only be beneficial.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>But I was roused from, my sleep at five o'clock in the
+morning by the
+maid, who was standing beside my bed. I must come up at once, she had
+been aroused by a strange moan, had knocked at the countess' door and
+called her and at last with the help of a servant, burst the lock;
+there lay the poor countess weltering in her blood, with the bandage
+stripped from her arm, unconscious but still alive.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Dear friend, you may suppose that our trade hardens us, but
+such a
+sight!--the count like a madman--the grief of the whole household--and
+I stood by, whose duty it was to help, and saw that all was useless!</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Had I not been convinced that the bandage--but why should I
+speak of
+that--the change in her feelings for the previous few days, instantly
+removed the supposition that otherwise might have arisen--besides no
+amount of reasoning can restore her to life.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Suddenly I thought of the letter, which I still had in my
+pocket, and
+I told the count about it, for all discretion was then superfluous. He
+hastily seized it, for a moment I thought he would open it to see if it
+contained any intimation that--but then he read the address aloud and
+was gentleman enough to return it to me; 'take care of it,' said he,
+'and write him about--' here his voice failed, and he sank down in a
+chair beside the bed of his beautiful dead wife.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Here is the letter entrusted to me; I feel sure it will
+furnish no
+new disclosures, none that could be new to me. I know what I know, and
+voices from the grave even, could not change my conviction.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>I have been very prolix, but you, as an intimate friend of
+the
+departed, will not find these details too minute. Remember me to your
+honored wife; I regret that there is so little prospect of a
+continuance of our recent acquaintanceship, but the count leaves in a
+few days for the East, and I accompany him. So with sincere regards, my
+dear friend, I remain,</i></p>
+
+<p class="center">&quot;<i>Yours</i></p>
+
+<p class="right">&quot;Dr. Basler.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Address to the castle as before; all correspondence will be
+forwarded!</i>&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The note enclosed in the doctor's letter ran as follows:</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>You will be alarmed, my dear friend, that I already write you again.
+But fear nothing, it is for the last time, and means little more than
+the card inscribed P. P. C. which we leave with our friends before a
+long separation, I am going away on a journey, dear friend, far enough
+away to enable you to feel perfectly secure from any molestation on my
+part. How this has come about is a long story. Suffice it to say,
+that it is not envy of the laurels won by my beautiful fair-haired
+sister-in-law--<i>I</i> mean those she will undoubtedly win as a high-born,
+intellectual, and pious traveler--that induces me also to seek a change
+of air. If that which I breathe were but conducive to my health, if I
+could but sleep and wake, laugh and weep like other men and women, I
+certainly would not stir from the spot. But even my worst enemy could
+hardly fail to understand that matters can not go on any longer as they
+are; so I prefer to go. The 'promised land' has long allured me. I
+should have set out for it before, if I had not had much to expect, to
+hope, and to wait for, and been hindered by a multitude, as I now see,
+of very superfluous scruples, which are at least successfully
+conquered.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Do you know that since I saw you I have made the
+acquaintance of your
+dear wife? A very, very pleasant acquaintance; if I had only made it a
+few years sooner, it might have been very useful to me. Well, even now
+it is not too late to rejoice, that you have what you need, the
+happiness you desire, in such a noble, wise, and loving life companion.
+Give my kindest remembrances to her. In my incognito I may have behaved
+strangely. But the idea of assuming it flashed upon me so suddenly,
+and, with the help of my faithful maid, it was carried so quickly into
+execution, that I had no time to consider what rôle I should play. So
+every thing was done on the spur of the moment. To be sure, I had at
+first a vague idea of proposing that you should accompany me on the
+great journey. But one glance into your home quickly told me, that you
+must be happiest there, that your 'promised land' is the room, where
+your desk and the artist table of your wife stand so quietly and
+peacefully side by side.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Farewell, 'dear friend!' I should like to talk with you
+still
+longer--to philosophize as we used to call it; but what would be the
+use? Or has any sage ever given a satisfactory answer to the question,
+of how the commandment that the sins of the fathers must be visited on
+the children, can be made to harmonize with the idea of a just
+government of the world? Why should a freak of nature, an abnormal
+creation, be expected to fulfil all the grave normal demands we are
+justified in making upon ordinary human beings? Or why are we usually
+punished by the gratification of our wishes, and allowed to perceive
+what we ought to have desired, only when it cannot be attained?</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>A fool, you know, can propound more questions than ten
+philosophers
+can answer. Perhaps I shall receive special enlightenment in the
+'promised land.' My memory is stored with much that is beautiful; even
+many a trial that I have experienced in the grey twilight of this
+strange, cold, inhospitable world, was not borne wholly without
+recompense. I would not give up even my sorrows, for the dull happiness
+of commonplace wiseacres, who in their limited sphere think all things
+perfectly natural and cling closely to their clod.</i></p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Farewell, my dear friend. Let me hope that you will always
+wherever I
+may be, remember me with as much sympathy as the great and pure
+happiness you enjoy will allow, and that you will wish a pleasant
+journey to</i></p>
+
+<p class="right">&quot;<span class="sc">Toinette</span>.&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CHAPTER X.</h2>
+<br>
+<p class="normal">Two winters and two summers have passed since the evening when
+the
+honeymoon happiness of the newly united pair was so deeply shadowed.
+The blow, however, left very different traces on each. While Edwin,
+after the first sudden pang, almost felt a satisfaction in knowing that
+the sad confusion of this noble life was ended by a heroic death, Leah
+was assailed by a strange melancholy, which caused her constantly to
+reflect whether she herself was not partly to blame for this terrible
+death. If she had not stood between them, if, in that first and only
+interview, she had treated the well known stranger differently,--! And
+again, even if the living woman would have had no further power over
+Edwin's heart, how the image of this wonderful creature, who had turned
+away from a lost life with such calm dignity now transfigured by death,
+must haunt his memory and overshadow every bodily form. Then a secret
+pride rebelled against the thought, that this voluntary departure might
+have been a favor bestowed upon, a sacrifice made for <i>her</i>; as if the
+generous Toinette had said to herself: &quot;so long as I breathe, this
+woman cannot be sure of her happiness and peace; one of us must step
+aside.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She carefully concealed this restless succession of thoughts
+from
+Edwin, and as his profession and the now steady labor on his book gave
+him enough to do, he did not continually watch Leah, and attributed
+certain dark moods, which did not wholly escape his notice, to her
+changed condition and the anxiety natural to one about for the first
+time to become a mother. In fact, the fulfilment of this most ardent
+wish appeared to instantly transform her nature, and when the child lay
+in its cradle, all shadows of the past seemed driven from the house by
+perpetual sunlight. Thus a second year passed away.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When we again meet our friends it is once more vacation; but
+this time
+we do not find them among mountains and valleys, or within the cosy
+precincts of their new home. Leah, with pardonable maternal pride,
+unable to resist her own desires and the pressing invitation of her
+parents, has taken her rosy little girl, &quot;who is already so sensible
+and gives no trouble at all,&quot; with her to Berlin. They arrived
+yesterday evening at the pretty little house in the Thiergarten suburb,
+where papa König, since he left the lagune, has built his modest but
+comfortable nest. Here, amid the green trees and under the care of his
+faithful companion, the old gentleman has fairly blossomed again, and
+the pleasure of embracing his daughter and grandchild has even made him
+strip off the chains, with which in the shape of cloths, bandages, and
+felt shoes, the gout usually makes his feet helpless. He came running
+up to the carriage, far in advance of his much more active and still
+charming wife, and would not be prevented from carrying the sleeping
+infant, with all its pillows and wrappings through the garden into the
+house, and then the rest of the day ran up and down stairs unweariedly,
+to ask for the hundredth time if the children were comfortable and
+wanted nothing, though his clever wife had provided every thing in the
+most loving manner. &quot;Oh! it is so pleasant to come home again,&quot; Leah
+exclaimed, her eyes full of tears, and with grateful affection threw
+herself into the arms of the new mother, whom she had secretly dreaded
+to meet.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Edwin was also very gay. Meeting with these excellent people
+had done
+him good. But in the depths of his soul there still lingered a gentle
+melancholy, a quiet depression, which even the following morning, with
+all its sunlight and the twittering of the birds before the windows,
+could not dispel. Leah instantly understood his feelings, when, without
+waiting for the early breakfast, he prepared to go out.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Go, dearest,&quot; she said. &quot;It must be done. I would accompany
+you, but
+the baby is not yet dressed. Remember me to all.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She kissed him and waving her hand, looked after him as he
+walked
+through the garden into the park. She knew that he would have no rest,
+until he had revisited the places around which his dearest memories
+clustered. He did not, however, as she anticipated, first turn his
+steps toward the cemetery where Balder reposed. He had not even taken
+any special interest in adorning the grave or providing a headstone,
+and when long ago Leah had asked him about the inscription--her father
+had quietly attended to every thing else--he had looked at her with an
+almost bewildered expression, and merely replied: &quot;whatever you think
+best will suit me entirely,&quot; and then he had not gone there again. He
+confessed that his dead never seemed farther from him, than when he was
+near their graves, where he had never seen them while alive, and that
+the beloved images there paled to shadows among other shadows. But now,
+when in the quiet morning sunlight, he wandered across the deserted
+Thiergarten, it suddenly seemed even in broad daylight, as if a
+glorified spirit, that wore Balder's features, were walking close
+beside him, till he closed his eyes in order not to destroy the waking
+dream. All the events of the past, all the love and pleasure of their
+young lives together crowded upon his mind, and as he involuntarily
+stretched out his hand, for one moment he actually again experienced
+the feeling he had had in former days, when he had gently stroked his
+brother's soft hair.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Absorbed in these thoughts, he reached the neighborhood where
+the park
+stopped and where new streets and houses, which had sprung from the
+ground as if by magic, reminded him how many years he had been away. He
+knew that Marquard lived here, nay he even fancied that at one of the
+lofty windows, supported by caryatides, he recognized a face which
+reminded him of Adèle.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He turned away, that he might not be recognized. He did not
+desire to
+meet old acquaintances this first morning. He soon reached the bank of
+the Spree, turned to the right, and walked down along the quay,
+watching the sparkling water. He thought how strange it was, that the
+only thing in which he perceived no alteration, was that which was
+constantly moving. While the firm brick and mortar had not resisted the
+inroads of time, and house after house seemed to have been renovated,
+the old Spree, on the contrary, showed the same face, the floating
+houses on it had kept the form and color, and their occupants the
+costume and customs they had had on the day, when with the little
+artist, he first made his Canaletto studies.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He knew that he would find new buildings erected over the
+lagune and on
+the site of the Venetian palace, and yet something attracted him first
+to this part of the Schiffbauerdamm. But when he approached the spot
+and saw every trace of the old scene effaced, a wide gateway in place
+of the canal, and on the timber yard a tall, sombre building with
+glittering windows, he stood still, overpowered by a sudden emotion of
+sadness, and feeling as if he had found, on visiting the spot where he
+had buried a treasure only a heap of valueless stones. Then he could
+not help smiling at the vehemence of his feeling. &quot;So it is that we
+cling to tangible things!&quot; he said to himself. &quot;We may fancy ourselves
+ever so secure in our idealism, the senses demand their share. What was
+this wretched old barrack to me! And now, since I can no longer see it
+with my bodily eyes, I feel as if barbarians had ransacked a temple
+which contained the most beautiful images and where I had often been
+disposed to devotion.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He slowly turned toward Friedrichstrasse, intending to go to
+the house
+in Dorotheenstrasse, look around the old &quot;tun,&quot; and then deliver the
+messages Reginchen and Franzelius had sent to their mother. They could
+send no remembrances to the father; the worthy shoemaker was no longer
+among the living. The last autumn had torn this modest leaf from the
+tree of humanity, before it showed any signs of withering. The latter
+part of his life, in which, following Heinrich Mohr's counsel, he had
+eagerly striven for progress in his own sphere of action and studied
+the questions relating to the culture of humanity in the closest
+proximity, had been the most enjoyable and richest of his life. To be
+sure, he was at first very angry that &quot;mother&quot; could not be induced to
+accompany him on his journeys of discovery through Berlin. But by
+degrees he seemed to become reconciled to this obstinacy, nay he
+confessed to his friends in the society, that the full depths of
+certain abysses of modern civilization can be measured only when men
+venture into them &quot;without ladies.&quot; As he talked continually about
+these &quot;abysses,&quot; certain wags endeavored to persuade him to deliver a
+lecture upon them. For a long time he modestly refused, but at last
+consented, and to the great astonishment of his faithful wife, who saw
+her husband become an author in his old age, he spent many weeks in
+filling a few sheets with extremely strange, extraordinarily worded
+sentences, in which he forgot eating, drinking, sleeping, walking, and
+even his workshop, but was as happy as a student composing his first
+love song in honor of a lady, to whom he had never spoken a word. When
+he delivered this wonderful composition, under the title of &quot;studies of
+social abysses,&quot; before one of the informal meetings, as a sort of
+rehearsal, he was rewarded for his trouble by great and universal
+merriment, a form of applause, which as he had scattered through it the
+spice of a few puns and anecdotes, seemed very flattering. To be sure,
+the president, for very plausible reasons, did not think the subject of
+the lecture judicious for a large audience, but thanked the assiduous
+shoe-maker in the warmest manner for the interesting communication, so
+that the old man, in an exalted mood which he had never experienced
+before, ordered champagne, and broke the neck of more than one bottle
+to the welfare of progress and the education of the people.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The following morning he was found dead in his bed from a
+stroke of
+apoplexy, a triumphant smile still resting on his lips, which seemed to
+ask the survivors whether his being so suddenly snatched away, when a
+wider influence seemed about to be allotted to him, might not perhaps
+have been destined to show that he possessed more than mediocre
+ability.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But Edwin was not thinking of this worthy friend, as he walked
+down the
+long street, and plucking up his courage, turned the corner. Here the
+narrow little house with the steep roof and bright flesh colored paint
+had formerly appeared at a distance. To-day--what has happened, that
+his eyes at first failed to distinguish it? Had it been unwilling to
+outlast its old master? No, it was still standing in its place, but its
+appearance was completely transformed. The cheerful pink paint, which
+contrasted too strongly with the feelings of its present owner, had
+disappeared under a gloomy stone grey, with black stripes, so that it
+seemed to be in mourning for its old master. The sign over the shop
+door had been altered also, for a melancholy change had taken place in
+the firm, whose name now read as follows: &quot;Gottfried Feyertag's Widow &amp;
+Co.,&quot; which appendix of course meant none other than George, the head
+journeyman.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">All the windows on the first floor were wide open. In former
+days such
+a thing had never been known to happen even in midsummer. But the
+little old couple had left this peaceful dwelling several years ago, to
+occupy that still more quiet last lodging, where protected from every
+draught of air, we rest on our earthly laurels. Edwin had scarcely
+exchanged a dozen words with these fellow lodgers, yet he now felt as
+if they too had been a necessary part of his life, and that not to find
+them again would be a real sorrow.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He approached the house with hesitating feet, ascended the few
+door
+steps and went into the entry. Through the glass panes of the inner
+door he could look into the shop, where Madame Feyertag, completely
+attired in black with a large crèpe cap, sat in the corner behind the
+show case, sewing. He could not make up his mind to enter and deliver
+Reginchen's message; an iron band seemed to compress his chest, he
+feared that he should be unable to control his words. He glided
+cautiously past with noiseless steps and opened the door leading into
+the courtyard. He had intended to go up to the tun, an uncontrollable
+longing drew him toward the old room. Every thing here was the same;
+the bare, grey back building, the arbor overgrown with bean vines, the
+shade loving plants, the acacia tree, which it is true was now wholly
+dead, and did not even put forth one puny leaf--but what was that lying
+among the dry branches like a little heap of last winter's snow? A cat?
+Was it she herself, Balder's old friend, sunning her weary limbs on
+this lofty perch, or was it a descendant, which bore such a striking
+resemblance to its ancestress? He could not decide, his eyes grew dim
+with tears and his feet seemed paralysed; in spite of his longing, he
+could not cross the courtyard and mount the steep stairs. So he stood
+leaning against the door post with closed eyes. Just at that moment
+voices became audible in the workshop, and starting as if he feared to
+be caught here like a thief, he tore himself away and with a beating
+heart fled back into the street.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">For a long time he walked on like a drunken man. He took no
+heed of the
+people who passed by, the glittering shops, the throng of carriages,
+the motley stir and bustle of life around him. But by degrees the
+painful agitation of his soul subsided, isolated words recurred to his
+mind involuntarily blended together, before he remembered that they
+composed an old song of Balder's, which suddenly echoed from the depths
+of his memory and soothed him with its mysterious magic:</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p class="t1">Soul how thou roamest!<br>
+On wings of the wind,<br>
+Through high and through low,<br>
+Thy way thou dost find.</p>
+
+<p class="t1">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">Though thou art poor,<br>
+What riches are thine!<br>
+Ceaselessly restless<br>
+What calmness divine!</p>
+
+<p class="t1">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">Free above all,<br>
+Close, close thou art bound;<br>
+Soul, say, where hast thou<br>
+Thy resting place found?</p>
+
+<p class="t1">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">Among stars and suns,<br>
+Thy wing circleth wide,<br>
+Yet with rapture,<br>
+Mid violet beds doth abide.</p>
+
+<p class="t1">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">Where the lightning is cradled<br>
+Thy home thou hast made;<br>
+To the cloud's ample dwelling<br>
+As well hast thou strayed.</p>
+
+<p class="t1">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">Yet in narrowest circle,<br>
+By joy art possessed,<br>
+And dost tenderly, timidly<br>
+Pensively rest.</p>
+
+<p class="t1">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">As the ivy that creepeth<br>
+By lowly abodes,<br>
+On a thousand weak tendrils<br>
+Thou climb'st to the Gods.</p>
+
+<p class="t1">&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="t1">Where memory glancing<br>
+The cleft ruins through,<br>
+As the sun to the vine<br>
+Giveth warm life anew.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="normal">Murmuring the last words aloud just as he turned into the Unter den
+Linden, he suddenly felt his arm seized, and turning saw a face which
+had been far from his thoughts.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The old Livonian baron, the enthusiastic connoisseur and
+friend of art,
+who had formerly helped the worthy zaunkönig to his short-lived dignity
+of court painter, stood before him wearing an expression of the
+greatest delight.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well,&quot; he cried, shaking Edwin's hand with boyish
+impetuosity, &quot;this
+is what I call 'talking of a wolf and seeing the tip of his tail.' Only
+yesterday evening I was speaking of you for at least two hours, first
+condemning and then defending you when others undertook to condemn; and
+to-day, my dear fellow, you appear before me just as I was considering
+whether I should go to your father-in-law, to get your address; you see
+I wanted to write to you. I don't know how the worthy Herr Zaunkönig
+feels toward me, since that stupid piece of business; for gloriously as
+he behaved in the matter, just as I expected him to do, I was at any
+rate mixed up in it, and the wager--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You ought to know him better, my dear Baron,&quot; said Edwin,
+interrupting
+the torrent of words. &quot;True, he is by no means such a weak dove as not
+to have been very much enraged against your prince at the first moment
+of discovery, but it was less from offended personal dignity, than
+indignation at the cold blooded frivolity, with which such noble
+Mæcenas' treat an insignificant artist. But then he grew quiet and
+thoughtful, collected his studies and the few pictures he had finished,
+and spread them before him. When I asked what he was doing, he replied:
+'I am disgusting myself with my work. Let us be just: these things have
+emanated from an aberration of the artistic instinct.' The next day
+they had disappeared, and as I afterwards learned, were nailed up in a
+chest, loaded with brick-bats, and sunk in the lagune.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh! oh! oh!&quot; said the old man, shaking his head, &quot;then we
+have really
+deprived him of the greatest pleasure of his life. I shall never look
+at the Luini I won from the prince, without a pang of conscience. Oh!
+oh!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Cheer up, dear Baron. You have only helped to prove his
+favorite
+saying, that to those who love God all things are for the best. His
+passion for art really emerged again, rejuvenated and vigorous, from
+the lagune where he had expected to bury it. Since he has lived in the
+suburbs, where in spite of his new and easier circumstances, he
+continues his old modest mode of life and industriously pursues his
+engraving, he has, it is true, made no attempt to return to his former
+'specialty.' He says that now, when he daily sees the green fields, he
+perceives for the first time the full extent of the frivolous boldness,
+with which he daubed these wonders of God on his miserable canvass. To
+make amends, since what is denied always charms the soul and excites
+the fancy, he has how set up a new kind of <i>genre</i> picture; he paints
+views of the Spree and the green ditches, bridges, and steps leading to
+the water, not without skill, as it seems to me. You may suppose that
+he is more successful in reproducing the straight lines and grey tone,
+than the succulent weeds and bright sky of his former zaunkönigs. If
+you would come out to his house--he has just finished something--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Col sommo piacere!</i> With the greatest pleasure. You take a
+hundred
+pound weight from my heart. But what was I going to say--what were we
+talking about just now? My head is growing old, friend, and nothing
+makes one more confused and forgetful, than intercourse with silent
+pictures.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You were saying that you had been scolding about me yesterday
+for two
+hours. I am curious--&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, that was it: your book was the subject of conversation,
+everybody
+is talking about it now, so that I was at last ashamed of not having
+read it, though I don't exactly feel compelled to be familiar with all
+the new books that are talked about, not even those written by my
+friends. But, my dear fellow, what have you done?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Nothing very bad, I hope. At the worst only written a bad
+book.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Something far worse, my friend--a good book, a book which in
+all main
+points is perfectly right and has the great majority of thinking men on
+its side. You laugh. Oh! these young people! You think it is easy to be
+in the right in this world. As if there could be any thing more
+repulsive, uncomfortable, and contrary to police regulations, than
+a person who looks neither to the right nor left, knows neither
+caution nor discretion, but calls things by their right names. Such a
+fool-hardy man had better go into the Theban wilderness and deliver his
+wisdom to the stones; but if he supposes that he will be tolerated in a
+society founded upon mutual cloaking and palliation of faults, feigned
+respect for rotten rubbish, and the superficial varnish coated over old
+cracks, where people do not even have the courage to lay aside the
+humbug of false names in the catalogues of museums, let alone calling
+other idols by their right names--you see, my friend, gall enters into
+the construction of my sentences, and I no longer know how I began. But
+this I do know, that if you acknowledge the authorship of such books,
+you will never have any prospect of making a career in our dear native
+land, and I sincerely regret it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I thank you for this regret,&quot; replied Edwin with a quiet
+smile. &quot;Nay I
+even share it in a certain sense, though not on my own account! I am
+happy where I am, and offices and titles have as little charm for me,
+as a heap of money, which at any rate if I were a little more careful,
+I might procure by lecturing or writing. But in the interest of public
+welfare, the health and morality of our political life, I can only
+think with regret how far we still are, from possessing the much
+praised and much scouted freedom of thought. So long as the patriarchal
+delusion still exists, that the state has the right or even the duty,
+of watching over the theoretical opinions of its members, while only
+their acts belong to its tribunal, we shall not emerge from a dreamy
+and trifling minority. And this rests upon a deeper error, against
+which my whole book is directed, although it apparently turns upon an
+objectless pyschological problem--the error that metaphysics and
+morality are closely connected, nay are in a constant interchange of
+influence.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Freedom of thought!&quot; cried the eager old gentleman, standing
+still and
+baring his shinging bald head, as if his hat heated it, &quot;as if it would
+be of any special consequence to you to obtain, this miserable
+acquisition, which you possess as much as the Spaniards themselves did
+in the darkest ages. What you want and will not obtain for a long time,
+is <i>freedom to teach</i>, freedom to transplant your thoughts into other
+heads, not merely by books, which will only be read by a small number,
+but by lectures in public halls, just as your colleague instils into
+his hearers the condensed milk of piety carefully tested and proved
+harmless. But you are wrong, my dear friend, in asking this, and that
+is why I blamed you, because I regret that by a premature expression of
+your secret thoughts, you render your own work difficult, if not
+impossible. Dear me, the field of philosophy is so terribly barren,
+people would be glad to foster and cherish a new power; but if it deals
+such blows to the right and left, loosens with its roots the soil on
+which tame kitchen vegetables have hitherto peacefully slept their
+nourishing plant-sleep--you have too clear a head, dear Herr Doctor,
+not to understand that the time has not yet come when we can need you
+among us.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Not yet <i>come</i>, certainly, but it is near, nearer perhaps
+than those
+in high places suppose. Or how long do you think it will be, before
+shame at the incompleteness and artificially fostered self-deception,
+which is palliated by pedagogical considerations, will flush the faces
+of the leaders of the public, and compel them to openly acknowledge
+what has long since been secretly perceived and recognized? It is true
+that hitherto we have had other tasks to solve, questions of existence,
+of defence in peril, and then of our power and honor. But after we have
+advanced tolerably far in these, do you suppose that we, who have to
+support our moral dignity before other nations, will continue in this
+traditional track, and thereby allow the noblest intellectual
+possessions to be endangered? For all the canonized myths and
+metaphysical legends have also produced an ethical effect, not
+according to the measure of their truth, but by the degree of veracity
+in the author and hearer of the composition. And must the degree of
+veracity no longer be the standard of the allowableness and moral power
+of a lesson? Or is it not a great immorality, out of mere external
+considerations relating to the political education of children, to give
+us for the corner stone of our happiness, fairy tales and legends,
+which all cultivated minds believe as little, as the Greeks of
+Aristotle's time credited the fables of Homer and Hesiod. Of course we
+must not pour away the dirty water before we have fresh; but who will
+answer for it that we shall ever draw from the deepest, purest
+fountain? And who would not quench his thirst with the wild fruit that
+grows by the way side, rather than drink the water, which in spite of
+all filtering, has constantly become darker and more slimy? Oh! my dear
+friend, I see in your face the reply you wish to make, that the great
+masses are not so particular, and are satisfied with the foul stream in
+which weak minded theologians have washed their dirty linen for
+centuries, while we educated people could support ourselves on the
+fruits that philosophy and natural philosophy pluck from the tree of
+knowledge. I, too, once held the same aristocratic notions. But I can
+no longer reconcile myself to them. For--let alone every thing else--I
+do not believe that it would be dangerous for the masses, if they were
+educated to the truth instead of to a conventional fable, such as our
+histories of dogmas offer them. But even if certain village and city
+churches should become still more empty, than is now the case in
+consequence of the deadness and constantly decreasing reality in our
+forms of worship, has the state duties to perform only toward the
+uneducated? Can it, without danger, lose in the eyes of the educated
+that credit for veracity, which it might so easily maintain, if it did
+not take sides, and venture to decide questions of conscience by state
+institutions? Has it not also responsibilities toward the great strata
+<i>between</i> the educated and the simple people, those who will be
+strengthened and almost confirmed in their own frivolity by all these
+partly known, partly unknown things? The evil of shallowness and
+secularization in its worst sense existing in these circle, the
+preponderance of thoughtless pleasure, the whole despicable materialism
+of our times--do you really suppose, my friend, that all this is to be
+remedied by throwing up a dam composed of the crumbling ruins of a
+faith, which for centuries the elements have shaken, disintegrated, and
+scarcely left one stone upon another? I cannot believe it, even if I
+desired to do so, and the patching and mending of the tottering
+structure seems to me more wicked and dangerous, than erecting a new
+dam--or at least measuring and marking out the foundations, on which
+our children's children may put up the structure.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Our children's children already? Oh! you sanguine mortal!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You are right. Who can tell? And yet how quickly intellectual
+transitions take place now, in comparison with former days, when the
+intercourse between minds was effected with so much greater difficulty!
+Has a century elapsed since the time when Lessing's Nathan was a fact,
+a challenge, a single burning need of that great heart, until now, when
+his timid gospel of toleration for all religions has become a
+commonplace, and honest toleration even of the irreligious ripened to
+the silent need of countless numbers?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I hope your book will be introduced into German seminaries,
+but at any
+rate Nathan will be turned into flesh and blood, so that a Jew may be
+permitted, without hesitation, to read logic and metaphysics before
+grown men.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I hope the latter also,&quot; replied Edwin smiling. &quot;The former
+would be a
+sad token of the small progress science had made in a hundred years.
+One of us will then I hope be a conquered station.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; exclaimed the old man with a solemnity which moved Edwin
+strangely, and seizing both his companion's hands, while he looked him
+steadily in the eyes, he continued: &quot;I must tell you here, though it
+probably will not signify much from an old enthusiast in art, in the
+new building of which you speak, even though it too, after thousands of
+years will become mouldy and tottering, and have to be rebuilt, the
+foundation will remain, and among other mementoes of these days, which
+will deserve to be placed in the corner stone, your book will find a
+place. I bought it and wrote on the first page averse of the old poet
+enlightened by divine frenzy the poet Holderlin:</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p class="t1" style="text-indent:-4px">&quot;With shield divine, oh genius of the brave,<br>
+Desert not innocence, but swift to save<br>
+Ever be nigh; inspire and win to thee<br>
+The heart of youth with joy of victory.<br>
+Arouse, conquer, punish; do not delay,<br>
+The majesty of truth secure alway.<br>
+Till time's mysterious cradle shall release,<br>
+The child of Heaven, eternal peace.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="continue">&quot;And may this peace be with you, my dear fellow. Farewell.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He embraced his silent companion and in spite of the throng of
+pedestrians, kissed him on both cheeks, then hastily turned the nearest
+street corner and vanished from Edwin's sight.</p>
+
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+
+<h2>LAST CHAPTER.</h2>
+
+<p class="normal">This conversation echoed in Edwin's soul like a strong and solemn
+harmony, as he continued his walk along the Unter den Linden.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But he was not to be permitted to return to his family in this
+exalted
+mood. As he approached the Brandenbourg Gate, he saw a light elegant
+carriage, drawn by two beautiful horses, pass through the central
+portal and turn up the Unter den Linden. A gentleman with a carefully
+trimmed beard, and regular, but shallow, vacant features, drove the
+fiery animals, occasionally addressing a word to the young lady, who
+sat beside him, leaning negligently back and casting smiling glances at
+the passers by from under her pink parasol. Edwin had just noticed her
+face in a photographer's show window, and beneath it the name of a well
+known ballet dancer. Behind this couple, with his arms folded across
+his breast in true jockey insolence, sat a tall, fair lad, in a green
+livery embroidered with silver, with a stiff shirt collar reaching to
+his ears, and the round glassy eyes in his beardless, boyish face, were
+upturned with a saucy, yet wearied expression to the sky.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Neither of the three had noticed the unpretending pedestrian,
+who
+remained rooted to the spot, as if he could not believe his eyes. A
+feeling of repugnance, such as one experiences when rudely awakened
+from enthusiastic dreams to a prosaic reality, where hopeless
+commonplace or shallow every day life prevails or occupies the largest
+place, overpowered Edwin and accompanied him as he walked through the
+shady paths of the Thiergarten to his father-in-law's house. Even there
+the painful impression did not instantly leave him. He was grave and
+silent, and as the others knew, or fancied they knew, where he had been
+that morning, they respected his feelings and did not trouble him with
+questions.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In the afternoon he asked Leah to drive with him. She was
+unwilling to
+leave the child, though it was well taken care of by the grandmother
+and nurse, for in spite of her philosophy, she was the most anxious and
+unreasonably careful of mothers. But she felt that Edwin needed to be
+alone with her, and instantly prepared to accompany him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">They had driven quite a distance in the direction of
+Charlottenburg,
+when he first broke the silence, and holding her hand in his, and now
+and then gently pressing it, he told her the events and experiences of
+his morning. When he mentioned his meeting with the count, he said: &quot;I
+do not understand why it moved me so deeply. To return from the
+pilgrimage to the 'Promised Land,' and then fill the empty seat in the
+carriage with such a creature--many of the most trivial natures could
+not bring their hearts to it. But I did not know him, was not aware
+what a 'perfect gentleman' he was, to be able to console himself by
+'noble passions' for what he might have suffered in the higher
+emotions. And yet I instantly felt as if I owed her memory a silent
+ceremonial, to conciliate her insulted shade. The Catholics have the
+clever invention of their silent masses. We must help ourselves in our
+own way.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Meantime having reached the entrance to the park of
+Charlottenburg they
+alighted from the carriage. Silence surrounded them; the atmosphere was
+balmy, and the earth bathed in sunshine; not a leaf was stirring, and
+scarce a bubble rose to the surface of the carp pond as a frog leaped
+croaking from the hot grass into the water. There are hours when even
+nature seems to be gazing at her reflection, conscious of her beauty,
+as if in a dream.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The two, who walked arm in arm through the shaded avenue, felt
+the
+magic of the midsummer noon in their own souls, which grew more and
+more agitated, as if secret fountains were welling up within them
+without overflowing at their lips. Thus silent, they at last reached
+the mausoleum, which in the bright sunlight, looked specially grave and
+solemn under the dark trees.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I wanted to come here,&quot; said Edwin. &quot;It was on this spot that
+she said
+to me: 'There is but one real nobility: to be true to ourselves.' The
+poor, brave, free-born heart--it has been true to its nobility,
+faithful unto death. Let us enter the little temple, where beauty is
+high priestess and conquers death by perpetuating the forms of noble
+humanity. But we know that for that, marble is not necessary; for have
+not we in our grief, engraved the transfigured image indefaceably upon
+our hearts till we ourselves shall enter eternity?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">They passed into the silent chamber. When, after a
+considerable lapse
+of time, they again emerged into the open air, the eyes of both were
+dim with tears. They paused in the next deserted avenue, and as they
+silently embraced each other, Leah gave free course to her grief.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Weep your sorrow away, love,&quot; said Edwin at last. &quot;Ought we
+to feel
+ashamed of the best gift mother nature has bestowed upon us? With what
+strange foresight she has arranged that the fountain of tears flows
+whenever the greatest joys or the bitterest sorrows fall upon our
+hearts! And is it not the same with all that is tragic in human
+destiny? Are not the weal and woe of all lives inseparably interwoven
+and blended in supreme moments into an emotion which lifts us above our
+petty selves, and makes us smile at grief when we are too awed by its
+solemnity to rejoice? Oh! dearest, a world in which we are permitted to
+achieve such a triumph over fate, and not only over our own fate but
+over that of our loved ones also, in which the tragic element is
+glorified by a sense of beauty, and in the midst of our horror of death
+we are thrilled with the comprehension of the highest earthly bliss,
+till only tears can relieve our hearts--such a world is not utterly
+cheerless. Come! Let us return to life, to our child, to our friends.
+What does my old friend Catullus say?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Beloved, let us live and love!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal"></p>
+
+<h3>END.</h3>
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+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">We have in this work the views of a prominent Englishman on
+the
+relative positions occupied by the Black and White Races in the United
+States. Several suggestions and opinions are given toward solving the
+Race Problem that will be read with lively interest by all who desire
+the caste question amicably settled.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>CARROLL</b> (Lewis).--Through the Looking Glass, and What Alice
+Found
+There. With fifty illustrations by John Tenniel. 1 vol. 12mo. $1.25.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>CHILD'S OWN BOOK OF FAIRY TALES.</b>--Containing Aladdin or the
+Wonderful
+Lamp, Beauty and the Beast, Children in the Wood, Goody Two-Shoes,
+Gulliver, Jack the Giant Killer, Jack and the Beanstalk, Puss in Boots,
+Robin Hood, Tom Thumb, White Cat, Yellow Dwarf, and others. With
+upwards of one hundred illustrations, after designs by eminent American
+artists. Square 16mo, cloth. $1.50.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">The best collection of the famous old-fashioned Fairy Tales
+contained
+in any one volume, many of which can only be found in this edition.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>CHILD'S TREASURY OF FAIRY TALES.</b> For Little Folks. Containing
+The Six
+Swans, Little Hunch-Back, Hop-O-My Thumb, Blanch and Rosalind, Dummling
+and the Toad, Fortunio, The Fox's Brush, The Three Wishes, Cinderella,
+Whittington and his Cat, and many others. Printed with extra large
+type. Illustrated with 60 engravings by the American artists, Twaites
+and others. Cloth, black and gold, square 16mo, $1.50.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">This edition of the more popular and best known Fairy Tales is
+especially commended for the profusion and beauty of its illustrations.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>CHILDREN'S BIBLE PICTURE AND STORY BOOK.</b>--With sixty full-page
+illustrations. Square 16mo, beautifully printed and bound in cloth
+extra, $1.50.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">A real beautiful book--one that ought to be placed into the
+hands of
+all, even the youngest children. It is a complete history of the
+principal events or stories in the Old and New Testaments, written in
+remarkably clear, simple, unaffected language, extremely well
+illustrated. It brings out into bold relief the singular charm of the
+book of books, and leads on to the study of the scriptures.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>CRAIG'S DICTIONARY.</b>--A Pronouncing Dictionary of the English
+Language.
+Based upon the Works of Webster, Worcester, etc., etc. Containing
+30,000 Words and 750 Engravings. Edited by C. H. Craig, LL.D. 12mo,
+cloth, $1.00.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">&quot;Every one ought to own a dictionary,&quot;----and the low price at
+which we
+offer this edition places it within the reach of all. It is,
+undoubtedly, the best cheap dictionary made: it contains all the words
+in general every-day use, with their most standard definitions and
+pronunciations.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>CRAIG</b> (A.R., M.A.). <b>YOUR LUCK'S IN YOUR HAND</b>; or, The Science
+of Modern
+Palmistry, with some Account of the Gypsies. Numerous illustrations.
+12mo, cloth, gilt extra, $1.25.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">A recent revival of interest in this fascinating study has
+certainly
+proven the fact that Prof. Craig's Palmistry is the most complete and
+satisfactory work on the subject extant--it shows the careful work of a
+master hand. Should there be a single &quot;doubting Thomas&quot; who does not
+believe &quot;your luck's in your hand,&quot; let him read the convincing
+arguments in this work and be converted.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>CYCLOPEDIA OF BIBLE ILLUSTRATIONS</b>, being a storehouse of
+Similes,
+Allegories, and Anecdotes. Edited by Rev. R. Newton, D.D. 12mo, cloth,
+$1.25.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">A treasury of spiritual riches borrowed from nature, art,
+history,
+biography, anecdote, and simile, by Christian authors of all countries
+and ages. A book full of wisdom and of the happiest illustrations of
+points of doctrine and morals.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>CYCLOPÆDIA OF THE ARTS AND SCIENCES</b>: Botany, Zoology,
+Mineralogy,
+Geology, Astronomy, Geometry, Mathematics, Mechanics, Electricity,
+Chemistry, etc., etc. Illustrated with over 3,000 wood engravings, 1
+vol., 4to, cloth extra, $6.00; sheep, $7.50; or, in half morocco extra,
+$10.00.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">This popular Encyclopædia is more than a first-class book of
+reference,
+it is a library of popular scientific treatises each one complete in
+itself, which places into the hands of the reader the means to procure
+for himself a thorough technical self-education. The several topics are
+handled with a view of a thorough instruction of these particular
+branches of knowledge, and all statements are precise and
+scientifically accurate.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>DANA</b> (R. H., Jr.). Two Years Before the Mast, 1 vol., 12mo,
+$1.50.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">One of the most fascinating and instructive narratives of the
+sea ever
+written for young folks. The reader's sympathies are enlisted with the
+hero from first to last, but the hardships and hair-breadth escapes he
+meets with would prevent most boys from emulating his example.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>DUFFERIN.</b>--Letters from High Latitudes. A Yacht Voyage to
+Iceland, Jan
+Mayen, and Spitzbergen. By his Excellency the Earl of Dufferin,
+Governor-General of the Dominion of Canada. Authorized edition. With
+portrait and several illustrations. 8vo, cloth extra, $1.50.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">The titled author has given us in this work a narrative of a
+voyage
+replete with incident in the yacht &quot;Foam.&quot; His impressions of the
+countries and people visited in the far North are written in a fresh
+and original style, in the purest English, and the account of the whole
+voyage is as pleasing and interesting as a work of fiction.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING'S POEMS.</b>--The most satisfactory
+American
+edition issued, printed from excellent type on paper of superior
+quality, with introductory essay by Henry T. Tuckerman. 3 vols., 8vo,
+gilt tops, $5.25; half calf extra, $10.50.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1">The highest place among modern poetesses must be claimed for
+Mrs.
+Browning. In purity, loftiness of sentiment, feeling and in
+intellectual power she is excelled only by Tennyson, whose works it is
+evident she had carefully studied. Nearly all her poems bear the
+impress of deep and sometimes melancholy thought, but show a high and
+fervid imagination. Her <i>Sonnets from the Portuguese</i>, are as
+passionate as Shakespeare's, all eminently beautiful. Of her <i>Aurora
+Leigh</i>, Ruskin said &quot;that is the greatest poem which this century has
+produced in any language.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>FESTUS.</b>--A Poem by Philip James Bailey. With choice steel
+plates, by
+Hammett Billings. Beautifully printed. 4to, cloth, gilt, $3.00; do.,
+do., full gilt and gilt edges, $5.00.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>GAUTIER</b> (Theophile). One of Cleopatra's Nights and Other
+Fantastic
+Stories. Translated from the French by Lafcadio Hearn. 8vo, cloth
+extra, gilt top, $1.75.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">A brilliant and intensely fascinating collection of stories
+from the
+pen of the inimitable Gautier, they are excellent specimens of his work
+in his brightest and happiest vein; the scenes are audaciously limned,
+and distinguished for their conscientious fidelity to nature.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>GRAY.</b>--The works of Thomas Gray, <i>in Prose and Verse</i>. Edited
+by Edmund
+Goose, Lecturer of English Literature at the University of Cambridge.
+With portraits, fac-similes, etc. 4 vols., crown 8vo, cloth, gilt top,
+$6.00; half calf, $12.00.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">&quot;Every lover of English literature will welcome the works of
+Gray, the
+author of the immortal 'Elegy written in a Country Churchyard,' from
+the hands of an editor so accomplished as Mr. Gosse. His competency for
+the task has been known for some time to students of poetry, and the
+present edition is now considered to be the most careful and complete
+ever published.&quot;--<i>London Athenæum</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>GUNNING</b> (William D.).--Life History of Our Planet. Illustrated
+with 80
+illustrations by Mary Gunning. Crown 8vo, cloth, gilt extra, $1.50.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">From this work, more so than any other, we probably gain a
+clearer idea
+of the almost incredible changes Nature has wrought on our planet and
+still more wonderful changes we may expect in the future. We are given
+several interesting pages--with illustrations--on the mammoth creatures
+of pre-historic times, whose mummified bones alone remain to tell their
+story. It should be read by every one who desires to know more about
+the world we live in.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>HARDY</b> (Lady Duffus). Through Cities and Prairie Lands. A most
+interesting book of Travels in America, 1 vol., crown 8vo, cloth, gilt
+top, $1.75.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">Recollections of a most pleasant trip made by this
+distinguished lady
+through America. She has many warm words for the kind manner in which
+she was treated, and altogether the work is a most pleasing and
+pronounced contrast to the average hastily written English impressions
+of America.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>HISTORY AND ANTIQUITIES OF FREEMASONRY</b>, as Connected with
+Ancient Norse
+Guilds, and the Oriental and Mediæval Building Fraternities, to which
+is added the Legend of Prince Edward, etc., by George F. Fort. A New
+Edition. 1 vol., 8vo, $1.75.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">This work is the result of years of labor on the part of the
+author,
+whose original and persistent design has been to arrive at the <i>truth</i>,
+and, at the same time, supply a want long felt by members of the
+Masonic Fraternity, as well as the uninitiated. That he has fully
+accomplished his purpose is demonstrated by the fact that it is now
+looked upon as the most standard and authentic history of Freemasonry
+in existence.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>HOW?</b> or, Spare Hours Made Profitable for Boys and Girls. By
+Kennedy
+Holbrook. Profusely illustrated by the author. 8vo, cloth, gilt, $2.00.
+do., do., full gilt extra, $2.50.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">The most interesting and instructive work of the kind ever
+issued. By
+the help of their plainly worded and fully illustrated instructions,
+any bright boy or girl may devise unlimited entertainment and fashion
+many acceptable and useful presents for playmates and friends. The
+directions are for working with wood, paper, chemicals and paints,
+with knife, pencil, brush and scissors, and for the performance of
+sleight-of-hand tricks.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>JERROLD</b> (Blanchard). Days with Great Authors. Dickens, Scott,
+Thackeray, Douglas Jerrold. Selections from their Works, and
+Biographical Sketches and Personal Reminiscences. Numerous
+illustrations. 8vo, cloth, gilt extra, $2.00.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">To the hosts of admirers of these great authors this work will
+prove of
+absorbing interest, as it contains many reminiscences never before in
+print. Considerable space has also been devoted to their public
+speeches, and short, characteristic selections are given from their
+best works.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>LA FONTAINE'S FABLES.</b>--Translated from the French by Elizur
+Wright, Jr.
+Illustrations by Grandville. Crown 8vo, cloth extra, $1.50.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%"><i>La Fontaine's Fables</i>--there is magic as well as music in the
+name;
+they have been deservedly popular for years, and they will be read with
+ever increasing pleasure by young and old, &quot;as long as the world rolls
+round.&quot; This is the only moderate priced translation of these charming
+fables published.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>LE BRUN</b> (Madame Vigée).--Souvenirs of. With a steel portrait,
+from an
+original painting by the author. 2 vols. in 1, crown 8vo, red cloth,
+gilt top, $1.75.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">&quot;An amusing book, which contains a great deal that is new and
+strange,
+and many anecdotes which are always entertaining.&quot; It is written in a
+reminiscent and chatty style, and relates many &quot;choice tid-bits&quot; of the
+distinguished historical personages with whom the authoress was
+acquainted.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>LOUDON'S COTTAGE, FARM AND VILLA</b> Architecture and
+Furniture.--Containing numerous Designs for Dwellings, from the Villa
+to the Cottage and the Farm, each design accompanied by analytical and
+critical remarks. Illustrated by upwards of 2,000 engravings. In one
+very thick vol., 8vo, $7.50.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">One of the most useful books on architecture ever issued.
+Gives
+valuable hints to anyone contemplating building either villas,
+cottages, or outhouses, and may save thoughtful and practical men
+hundreds of dollars.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>MACAULAY'S LAYS</b> of Ancient Rome.--With all the antique
+illustrations
+and steel portrait. Beautifully printed. 4to, cloth, extra gilt, $3.50;
+do., do., full gilt and gilt edges, $5.00; do., do., 12mo, cloth extra,
+$1.00.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">When the famous historian issued these lays, which have since
+become
+classics, it was a literary surprise, for no one thought that he was
+also a poet of such high degree. His poetry is the rythmical outflow of
+a vigorous and affluent writer, given to splendor of diction and
+imagery in his flowing prose. Stedman said of this volume, &quot;the lays
+have to me a charm, and to almost every healthy young mind are an
+immediate delight.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>NAPOLEON.</b>--Las Cases' Napoleon. Memoirs of the Life, Exile,
+and
+Conversations of the Emperor Napoleon. By the Count de Las Cases, with
+8 steel portraits, maps, and illustrations. 4 vols., 12 mo, 400 pages
+each, cloth, $5.00; half calf extra, $10.00.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">With his son the Count devoted himself at St. Helena to the
+care of the
+Emperor and passed his evenings in recording his remarks. Commenting in
+a letter to Lucian Bonaparte on the treatment to which Napoleon was
+subjected, he was arrested by the English authorities and sent away and
+imprisoned.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>NAPOLEON.</b>--O'Meara's Napoleon in Exile; or A Voice from St.
+Helena.
+Opinions and Reflections of Napoleon on the Most Important Events in
+his Life and Government in his own words. By Barry E. O'Meara, his late
+Surgeon. Portrait of Napoleon, after Delaroche, and a view of St.
+Helena, both on steel. 2 vols., 12mo, cloth, $2.50; half calf extra,
+$5.00.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">Mr. O'Meara's works contains a body of the most interesting
+and
+valuable information--information the accuracy of which stands
+unimpeached by any attacks, made against its author. The details in Las
+Cases' work and those of Mr. O'Meara mutually support each other.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>NAPIER'S PENINSULA WAR.</b>--The History of the War in the
+Peninsula. By
+Major-Gen. Sir W. F. P. Napier. With 55 maps and plans of battles, 5
+portraits on steel, and a complete index. An elegant Library Edition. 5
+vols., 8vo, $7.50; half calf, $18.00.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">Acknowledged to be the most valuable record of that war which
+England
+waged against the power of Napoleon. The most ample testimony has been
+borne to the accuracy of the historian's statements, and to the
+diligence and acuteness with which he has collected his materials.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>NELL GWYN</b>, The Story of, and the Sayings of Charles the
+Second, related
+and collated by Peter Cunningham, F.S.A. With fine portrait and 11
+extra engravings, 8vo, cloth extra, $3.50.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">An exceedingly interesting memoir relating to the times of
+Charles II.
+Pepys in writing about Nell Gwyn called her &quot;Pretty witty Nell,&quot; was
+always delighted to see her, and constantly praises her excellent
+acting. Cunningham states that had the King lived he would have created
+her Countess of Greenwich, and his dying wish to his brother,
+afterwards James II., was: &quot;Do not let poor Nelly starve.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>PICTURESQUE IRELAND</b>, Descriptive and Historical.--Comprising
+50
+full-page engravings on steel of its picturesque scenery, remarkable
+antiquities and present aspects, from original drawings by W. H.
+Bartlett, and a complete account of its cities, towns, mountains,
+waters, ancient monuments, and modern structures by Markinfield Addey.
+2 vols., 4to, cloth extra, gilt edges, $10.00; or in half morocco
+extra, gilt edges, $20.00.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">These two handsome volumes will make the reader better
+acquainted with
+the picturesque features of the &quot;Emerald Isle&quot; than any work that has
+ever preceded it. Only by a combination of both pen and pencil was it
+possible to give an idea of the beauty of Ireland, its marvelous lakes,
+mountains and valleys, romantic streams, mysterious round towers,
+giant's causeway, waterfalls, stately castles, magnificent religious
+and public edifices, etc., etc.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>PURITANS</b>, History of the Puritans and Pilgrim Fathers. By
+Professor
+Stowell and Daniel Wilson, F.S.A. In 1 vol., 8vo, cloth, $1.75.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">Stowell and Wilson's history is acknowledged everywhere to be
+the best
+and most exhaustive history of the Pilgrim fathers. A full and complete
+account of the rise of the Puritans under the Tudors to their
+settlement in New England, which is herein given, makes this a most
+valuable work of reference and study.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>STAUFFER</b> (Frank H.). The Queer, The Quaint, The Quizzical. A
+Cabinet
+for the Curious. With full index. 8vo, cloth extra, $1.75.</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p class="t4">&quot;Oddities and wonders,</p>
+<p class="t4">Antiquities and blunders,</p>
+<p class="t5">And omens dire;</p>
+<p class="t4">Strange customs, cranks and freaks,</p>
+<p class="t4">With philosophy in streaks&quot;</p>
+</div>
+<p class="continue" style="font-size:90%">are all to be found between the covers of this book. It certainly is
+the completest collection of odd and curious events ever made.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>TAINE. H. A.</b>--History of English Literature. Translated by H.
+Van Laun,
+with Introductory Essay and Notes by R. H. Stoddard. 4 handsome
+volumes. Cloth, white labels, $7.50.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">It is the book on the subject, the more wonderful that,
+written
+by a French critic, it should be accepted by English-speaking
+people--everywhere--as <i>the</i> authority on the literature of their own
+language, universally prized for its clearness, terseness and
+comprehensiveness, and yet as interesting as a work of fiction.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>THE APOCRYPHAL NEW TESTAMENT</b>, <i>Being all the Gospels,
+Epistles, and
+Other Pieces now extant attributed in the First Centuries to Jesus
+Christ, His Apostles</i> and their Companions, and not included in the New
+Testament by its compilers. Translated from the original tongues, and
+now first collected into one volume. With numerous quaint
+illustrations, 1 vol., 8vo, cloth, red edges, $1.25.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">As a literary curiosity this work has excited the greatest
+attention
+all over the Christian world. There is nothing in it contradictory of
+those truths which have been accepted as <i>revealed</i>, but every chapter
+and verse goes to confirm the undoubted writings of the apostles and
+evangelists.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>WALT WHITMAN.</b>--Leaves of Grass. Original edition. Year 85 of
+the State.
+Foolscap 8vo, cloth extra, $3.75.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">We offer here the Fine Original Edition of Whitman's Poems.
+Recognition
+of the wonderful power and charm in his rugged verse has been freely
+given by all who appreciate the grand and beautiful in poetry. The
+&quot;Good, Gray Poet&quot; is gaining admirers daily; his <i>Leaves of Grass</i> is
+destined to live forever as a representative classic of a bold and
+rythmic style of versification peculiarly his own.</p>
+
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>WATERS</b> (Robert). William Shakespeare Portrayed by Himself. A
+Revelation
+of the Poet in the Career and Character of one of his own Dramatic
+Heroes. By Robert Waters, 1 vol., $1.25.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">In this able and exceedingly interesting book on Shakespeare,
+the
+author shows how the great poet has revealed himself, his life, and his
+character, besides refuting conclusively the ciphers of Donnelly and
+other Baconian theories. Altogether the best life of Shakespeare,
+remarkably well written in vigorous English. &quot;An original, wholesome,
+scholarly, and plainly sincere book on Shakespeare. It is after all
+something new about Shakespeare, which Lowell feared could not be
+said.&quot;--E. C. Stedman.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>WILSON'S NOCTES AMBROSIANÆ.</b>--The Noctes Ambrosianæ, by Prof.
+Wilson, J.
+G. Lockhart, James Hogg, and Dr. Maginn. A revised edition, with Steel
+Portraits, and Memoirs of the authors, and copiously annotated by R.
+Shelton Mackenzie, D.C.L. 6 vols., crown 8vo, including &quot;Christopher
+North,&quot; A Memoir of Prof. Wilson, from family papers and other sources.
+By his daughter, Mrs. Gordon. Cloth $9.00; half calf $18.00.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">This series of imaginary conversations were supposed to have
+taken
+place between Christopher North (Wilson), the Ettrick Sheperd (Hogg)
+and others in the parlour of a tavern kept by one Ambrose in Edinburgh,
+hence the title Noctes Ambrosianæ. A too literal interpretation is not
+to be given to the scene of these festivities, however, but the true
+Ambrose's must be looked for only in the realms of the imagination. It
+is one of the most curious and original works in the English language,
+a most singular and delightful outpouring of criticism, politics and
+descriptions of feeling, character and scenery of verse and prose, of
+eloquence and especially of wild fun. It breathes the very essence of
+the Bacchanalian revel of clever men. Prof. Wilson is a writer of the
+most ardent and enthusiastic genius whose eloquence is as the rush of
+mighty waters.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>YOUNG FOLKS' HISTORY OF THE REBELLION.</b> By William M. Thayer.
+Illustrated. 4 vols., 12mo, cloth, $5.00.</p>
+
+<table cellpadding="10" style="width:80%; margin-left:10%">
+<tr>
+<td style="border-right: solid black 2px">Fort Sumter to Roanoke Island.</td>
+<td>Murfreesboro' to Fort Pillow.</td>
+</tr><tr>
+<td style="border-right: solid black 2px">Roanoke Island to Murfreesboro'.</td>
+<td>Fort Pillow to the End.</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">A faithful history of the late war, which by its attractive
+presentation is especially adapted to youthful readers. Its narrative
+is full of dash and adventure, the military events are recited vividly
+and thrillingly, it is interspersed with individual heroism, suffering
+and daring, and on the whole renders a better account of the war and
+its causes than any other book that we are acquainted with. The
+author's style is perfect at all times, either delicate, pathetic, or
+picturesque, but always in simple language that any young reader can
+fully understand.</p>
+
+<br>
+<br>
+
+<h2>CLASSICS FOR CHILDREN.</h2>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>ÆSOP'S FABLES.</b> New edition, profusely illustrated. 8vo, cloth,
+gilt,
+$2.00; do., do., full gilt extra, $2.50.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">Æsop, born in the sixth century before Christ, while traveling
+through
+Greece, recited himself his home-truths, which in the shape of fables
+are full of wisdom that will teach and live forever. He did not collect
+or write them down, but they were easily remembered, became universally
+popular and were passed on from mouth to mouth, and from generation to
+generation.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>ANDERSEN'S FAIRY TALES.</b>--By Hans Christian Andersen. New
+plates, large,
+clear type, handsomely printed and illustrated. 12mo, cloth, black and
+gold, $2.00; do., do., full gilt, $2.50.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">The most charming fairy tales of the world, full of
+earnestness, humor,
+pathos, and fresh inventiveness, written in a style of carefully
+studied simplicity. They have become familiar to children in all
+countries.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>ARABIAN NIGHTS ENTERTAINMENTS.</b>--New edition. Edited by E. O.
+Chapman.
+Profusely illustrated. 8vo, cloth extra, $2.00; do., do., full gilt,
+$2.50.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">A very pleasing edition, with most attractive illustrations of
+the
+oriental fairyland over which Queen Shehrazad reigns. It is now and
+always will remain a classic.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>BARON MUNCHAUSEN.</b>--The Life, Travels, and Extraordinary
+Adventures of.
+By the Last of his Family. 1 vol., cloth, gilt, $2.00; do., do., full
+gilt extra, $2.50.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">The original Munchausen was an officer in the Russian service,
+who
+served against the Turks. He told the most extravagant stories about
+the campaign till his fancy completely got the better of his memory,
+and he believed his own extravagant fictions. The wit and humor of
+these tales are simply delightful.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><b>BOY'S OWN BOOK.</b>--A Complete Encyclopædia of all Athletic,
+Scientific,
+Recreative, Out-door and In-door Exercises and Diversions. Beautifully
+illustrated. Crown 8vo, cloth, gilt, $1.50.</p>
+
+<p class="normal" style="font-size:90%">The best present anyone can make to bright boys. One ought
+always bear
+in mind the adage &quot;all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.&quot;</p>
+
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h3>FOOTNOTES</h3>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a name="div2Ref_01" href="#div2_01">Footnote 1</a>: The word <i>könig</i> signifies &quot;king.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a name="div2Ref_02" href="#div2_02">Footnote 2</a>: The German word for &quot;fence&quot; is <i>zaun</i>, and
+zaun-könig
+means &quot;hedge-sparrow.&quot;--Tr.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a name="div2Ref_03" href="#div2_03">Footnote 3</a>: Commission paid a person who arranges marriages.
+Tr.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a name="div2Ref_04" href="#div2_04">Footnote 4</a>: Fee paid a marriage broker.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a name="div2Ref_05" href="#div2_05">Footnote 5</a>: The equivalent for &quot;mitten.&quot; Tr.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a name="div2Ref_06" href="#div2_06">Footnote 6</a>: Epsom salts.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a name="div2Ref_07" href="#div2_07">Footnote 7</a>: Truffles are found by means of dogs which have an
+unusually keen scent.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a name="div2Ref_08" href="#div2_08">Footnote 8</a>: A less ceremonious form of the pronoun you.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a name="div2Ref_09" href="#div2_09">Footnote 9</a>: The German phrase for being hen-pecked.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
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