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Vol.  IX.  of  issue  :  July  1895 


THE    WORKS    OF 

ROBERT  LOUIS  STEVENSON 

EDINBURGH  EDITION 


THE    WORKS    OF 

ROBERT  LOUIS 
STEVENSON 


ROMANCES 

VOLUME  II 


EDINBURGH 

PRINTED  BY  T.  AND  A.  CONSTABLE  FOR 

LONGMANS  GREEN  AND  CO :   CASSELL  AND  CO. 

SEELEY  AND  CO :   CHAS.  SCRIBNER'S  SONS 

AND  SOLD  BY  CHATTO  AND  WINDUS 

PICCADILLY  :  LONDON 

1895 


PRINCE 
OTTO 


First  Edition:  Longmans  and  Co. ,  1885. 

Originally  miblished,  'Longman's  Maga 
zine,'  April  to  October  1885. 


CONTENTS 

PAGE 

Dedication       .  .  •  •  .         xv 


BOOK    I 

PRINCE    ERRANT 

i.  In   which   the   Prince    departs    on    an 

Adventure  3 

ii.  In  which  the  Prince  plays  Haroun-al- 

Raschid  ....  9 

in.  In  which  the  Prince  comforts  Age  and 
Beauty  and  delivers  a  Lecture  on 
Discretion  in  Love      .  .  .22 

iv.  In  which  the  Prince  collects  Opinions 

by  the  way      .  .  •  .36 


XI 


PRINCE  OTTO 

BOOK   II 
OF   LOVE   AND    POLITICS 

PAGE 

I.   What  happened  in  the  Library  .  .         55 

II.  'On  the  Court  of  Griinewald,'  being  a 

Portion  of  the  Traveller's  Manuscript         70 

in.  The  Prince  and  the  English  Traveller    .         79 

iv.  While  the  Prince  is  in  the  Ante-room  ...         89 

v.     ...  Gondremark    is    in    my    Lady's 

Chamber  .  .  .  .96 

vi.  The  Prince  delivers  a  Lecture  on 
Marriage,  with  Practical  Illustrations 
of  Divorce       ....       105 

vii.  The  Prince  dissolves  the  Council  .       117 

viii.  The  Party  of  War  takes  action  .  .129 

ix.  The  Price  of  the  River  Farm  ;  in  which 

Vainglory  goes  before  a  Fall  .  .       138 

x.  Gotthold's  Revised  Opinion ;    and  the 

Fall  completed  .  .  .153 

xi.  Providence  Von  Rosen :  Act  the  First 

— She  beguiles  the  Baron        .  .164 

xii 


CONTENTS 

PAGE 

xii.  Providence  Von  Rosen  :  Act  the  Second 

— She  informs  the  Prince       .  .       172 

xiii.  Providence  Von  Rosen  :  Act  the  Third 

— She  enlightens  Seraphina    .  .       185 

xiv.  Relates  the  Cause  and  Outbreak  of  the 

Revolution      .  .  .  .194 


BOOK  III 

FORTUNATE   MISFORTUNE 

I.  Princess  Cinderella  .  .  .       209 

ii.  Treats  of  a  Christian  Virtue        .  .231 

in.  Providence  Von  Rosen :  Act  the  Last 

— In  which  she  gallops  off      .  .       239 

iv.  Babes  in  the  Wood         .  .  .       250 

bibliographical  postscript,   to    complete 

the  story  ....       260 


Xlll 


TO  NELLY  VAN  BE  GRIFT 

(MRS.  ADULFO  SANCHEZ,  OF  MONTEREY) 

At  last,  after  so  many  years,  I  have  the  pleasure  of  re-introduc- 
ing you  to  Prince  Otto,  whom  you  will  remember  a  very  little 
fellow,  no  bigger,  in  fact,  than  a  few  sheets  of  memoranda  written 
for  me  by  your  hind  hand.  The  sight  of  his  name  will  carry 
you  bade  to  an  old  wooden  house  embowered  in  creepers ;  a  house 
that  was  far  gone  in  the  respectable  stages  of  antiquity,  and 
seemed  indissoluble  from  the  green  garden  in  which  it  stood,  and 
that  yet  was  a  sea-traveller  in  its  younger  days,  and  had  come 
round  the  Horn  piecemeal  in  the  belly  of  a  ship,  and  might  have 
heard  the  seamen  stamping  and  shouting  and  the  note  of  the 
boatswain's  whistle.  It  will  recall  to  you  the  nondescript  in- 
habitants, now  so  widely  scattered : — the  two  horses,  the  dog,  and 
the  four  cats,  some  of  them  still  looking  in  your  face  as  you  read 
these  lines; — the  poor  lady,  so  unfortunately  married  to  an 
author  ;—the  China  boy,  by  this  time,  perhaps,  baiting  his  line 
by  the  banks  of  a  river  in  the  Flowery  Land ; — and  in  par- 
ticular the  Scot  who  was  then  sick  apparently  unto  death,  and 
whom  you  did  so  much  to  cheer  and  keep  in  good  behaviour. 
You  may  remember  that  he  was  full  of  ambitions  and  designs: 

xv 


DEDICATION 

so  soon  as  he  had  his  health  again  completely,  you  may  re- 
member the  fortune  he  was  to  earn,  the  journeys  he  was  to  go 
upon,  the  delights  he  was  to  enjoy  and  confer,  and  (among  other 
matters)  the  masterpiece  he  was  to  make  of  Prince  Otto  ! 

Well,  we  will  not  give  in  that  we  arejinally  beaten.  We  read 
together  in  those  days  the  story  of  Braddock,  and  how,  as  he 
was  carried  dying  from  the  scene  of  his  defeat,  he  promised  him- 
self to  do  better  another  time :  a  story  that  will  always  touch  a 
brave  heart,  and  a  dying  speech  worthy  of  a  more  fortunate 
commander.  I  try  to  be  of  BraddocWs  mind.  I  stilly  mean  to 
get  my  health  again ;  I  still  purpose,  by  hook  or  crook,  this  book 
or  the  next,  to  launch  a  masterpiece ;  and  I  still  intend — some- 
how, some  time  or  other — to  see  your  face  and  to  hold  your 
hand. 

Meanwhile,  this  little  paper  traveller  goes  forth  instead, 
crosses  the  great  seas  and  the  long  plains  and  the  dark  moun- 
tains, and  comes  at  last  to  your  door  in  Monterey,  charged  with 
tender  greetings.  Pray  you,  take  him  in.  He  comes  from  a 
house  where  (even  as  in  your  own)  there  are  gathered  together 
some  of  the  wafs  of  our  company  at  Oakland;  a  house— for  all 
its  outlandish  Gaelic  name  and  distant  station — where  you  are 
well  beloved. 

R  L.S. 
Skerryvore,  Bournemouth. 


xvi 


BOOK    I 
PRINCE    ERRANT 


9-a 


CHAPTER  I 

IN    WHICH  THE    PRINCE   DEPARTS  ON  AN  ADVENTURE 

You  shall  seek  in  vain  upon  the  map  of  Europe  for 
the  bygone  state  of  Griinewald.  An  independent 
principality,  an  infinitesimal  member  of  the  German 
Empire,  she  played,  for  several  centuries,  her  part 
in  the  discord  of  Europe ;  and,  at  last,  in  the  ripe- 
ness of  time  and  at  the  spiriting  of  several  bald 
diplomatists,  vanished  like  a  morning  ghost.  Less 
fortunate  than  Poland,  she  left  not  a  regret  behind 
her;  and  the  very  memory  of  her  boundaries  has 
faded. 

It  was  a  patch  of  hilly  country  covered  with  thick 
wood.  Many  streams  took  their  beginning  in  the 
glens  of  Griinewald,  turning  mills  for  the  inhabitants. 
There  was  one  town,  Mittwalden,  and  many  brown, 
wooden  hamlets,  climbing  roof  above  roof,  along  the 
steep  bottom  of  dells,  and  communicating  by  covered 
bridges  over  the  larger  of  the  torrents.  The  hum 
of  watermills,  the  splash  of  running  water,  the  clean 
odour  of  pine  sawdust,  the  sound  and  smell  of  the 
pleasant  wind  among  the  innumerable  army  of  the 


IN  WHICH  THE  PRINCE 

mountain  pines,  the  dropping  fire  of  huntsmen,  the 
dull  stroke  of  the  wood-axe,  intolerable  roads,  fresh 
trout  for  supper  in  the  clean  bare  chamber  of  an  inn, 
and  the  song  of  birds  and  the  music  of  the  village- 
bells — these  were  the  recollections  of  the  Grunewald 
tourist. 

North  and  east  the  foothills  of  Grunewald  sank 
with  varying  profile  into  a  vast  plain.  On  these 
sides  many  small  states  bordered  with  the  princi- 
pality, Gerolstein,  an  extinct  grand  duchy,  among 
the  number.  On  the  south  it  marched  with  the  com- 
paratively powerful  kingdom  of  Seaboard  Bohemia, 
celebrated  for  its  flowers  and  mountain  bears,  and 
inhabited  by  a  people  of  singular  simplicity  and 
tenderness  of  heart.  Several  intermarriages  had,  in 
the  course  of  centuries,  united  the  crowned  families 
of  Grunewald  and  Maritime  Bohemia ;  and  the  last 
Prince  of  Grunewald,  whose  history  I  purpose  to 
relate,  drew  his  descent  through  Perdita,  the  only 
daughter  of  King  Florizel  the  First  of  Bohemia. 
That  these  intermarriages  had  in  some  degree 
mitigated  the  rough,  manly  stock  of  the  first 
Griinewalds,  was  an  opinion  widely  held  within  the 
borders  of  the  principality.  The  charcoal  burner, 
the  mountain  sawyer,  the  wielder  of  the  broad  axe 
among  the  congregated  pines  of  Grunewald,  proud 
of  their  hard  hands,  proud  of  their  shrewd  ignorance 
and  almost  savage  lore,  looked  with  an  unfeigned 
contempt  on  the  soft  character  and  manners  of  the 
sovereign  race. 

The  precise  year  of  grace  in  which  this  tale  begins 
4 


DEPARTS  ON  AN  ADVENTURE 

shall  be  left  to  the  conjecture  of  the  reader.  But 
for  the  season  of  the  year  (which,  in  such  a  story,  is 
the  more  important  of  the  two),  it  was  already  so  far 
forward  in  the  spring,  that  when  mountain  people 
heard  horns  echoing  all  day  about  the  north-west 
corner  of  the  principality,  they  told  themselves  that 
Prince  Otto  and  his  hunt  were  up  and  out  for  the 
last  time  till  the  return  of  autumn. 

At  this  point  the  borders  of  Griinewald  descend 
somewhat  steeply,  here  and  there  breaking  into 
crags  ;  and  this  shaggy  and  trackless  country  stands 
in  a  bold  contrast  to  the  cultivated  plain  below.  It 
was  traversed  at  that  period  by  two  roads  alone  ; 
one,  the  imperial  highway,  bound  to  Brandenau  in 
Gerolstein,  descended  the  slope  obliquely  and  by  the 
easiest  gradients.  The  other  ran  like  a  fillet  across 
the  very  forehead  of  the  hills,  dipping  into  savage 
gorges,  and  wetted  by  the  spray  of  tiny  waterfalls. 
Once  it  passed  beside  a  certain  tower  or  castle,  built 
sheer  upon  the  margin  of  a  formidable  cliff,  and 
commanding  a  vast  prospect  of  the  skirts  of  Griine- 
wald and  the  busy  plains  of  Gerolstein.  The 
Felsenburg  (so  this  tower  was  called)  served  now  as 
a  prison,  now  as  a  hunting-seat ;  and  for  all  it  stood 
so  lonesome  to  the  naked  eye,  with  the  aid  of  a  good 
glass  the  burghers  of  Brandenau  could  count  its 
windows  from  the  lime-tree  terrace  where  they 
walked  at  night. 

In  the  wedge  of  forest  hillside  enclosed  between 
the  roads,  the  horns  continued  all  day  long  to  scatter 
tumult;  and  at  length,  as  the  sun  began  to  draw 

5 


IN  WHICH  THE  PRINCE 

near  to  the  horizon  of  the  plain,  a  rousing  triumph 
announced  the  slaughter  of  the  quarry.  The  first 
and  second  huntsman  had  drawn  somewhat  aside, 
and  from  the  summit  of  a  knoll  gazed  down  before 
them  on  the  drooping  shoulders  of  the  hill  and  across 
the  expanse  of  plain.  They  covered  their  eyes,  for 
the  sun  was  in  their  faces.  The  glory  of  its  going 
down  was  somewhat  pale.  Through  the  confused 
tracery  of  many  thousands  of  naked  poplars,  the 
smoke  of  so  many  houses,  and  the  evening  steam 
ascending  from  the  fields,  the  sails  of  a  windmill  on 
a  gentle  eminence  moved  very  conspicuously,  like  a 
donkey's  ears.  And  hard  by,  like  an  open  gash,  the 
imperial  high-road  ran  straight  sunward,  an  artery 
of  travel. 

There  is  one  of  nature's  spiritual  ditties,  that  has 
not  yet  been  set  to  words  or  human  music :  '  The 
Invitation  to  the  Road ' ;  an  air  continually  sounding 
in  the  ears  of  gipsies,  and  to  whose  inspiration  our 
nomadic  fathers  journeyed  all  their  days.  The  hour, 
the  season,  and  the  scene,  all  were  in  delicate 
accordance.  The  air  was  full  of  birds  of  passage, 
steering  westward  and  northward  over  Grtinewald, 
an  army  of  specks  to  the  up-looking  eye.  And 
below,  the  great  practicable  road  was  bound  for  the 
same  quarter. 

But  to  the  two  horsemen  on  the  knoll  this  spiritual 
ditty  was  unheard.  They  were,  indeed,  in  some 
concern  of  mind,  scanning  every  fold  of  the  subjacent 
forest,  and  betraying  both  anger  and  dismay  in  their 
impatient  gestures. 
6 


DEPARTS   ON  AN  ADVENTURE 

*  I  do  not  see  him,  Kuno,'  said  the  first  hunts- 
man, 'nowhere — not  a  trace,  not  a  hair  of  the 
mare's  tail !  No,  sir,  he 's  off ;  broke  cover  and  got 
away.  Why,  for  twopence  I  would  hunt  him  with 
the  dogs ! ' 

'Mayhap  he's  gone  home,'  said  Kuno,  but  with- 
out conviction. 

*  Home  ! '  sneered  the  other.  *  I  give  him  twelve 
days  to  get  home.  No,  it 's  begun  again  ;  it 's  as  it 
was  three  years  ago,  before  he  married ;  a  disgrace ! 
Hereditary  prince,  hereditary  fool !  There  goes  the 
government  over  the  borders  on  a  grey  mare. 
What 's  that  ?  No,  nothing — no,  I  tell  you,  on  my 
word,  I  set  more  store  by  a  good  gelding  or  an 
English  dog.     That  for  your  Otto  ! ' 

'  He  's  not  my  Otto,'  growled  Kuno. 

*  Then  I  don't  know  whose  he  is,'  was  the  retort. 
'You  would  put  your  hand  in  the  fire  for  him 

to-morrow,'  said  Kuno,  facing  round. 

'  Me  ! '  cried  the  huntsman.  '  I  would  see  him 
hanged !  I  'm  a  Griinewald  patriot — enrolled,  and 
have  my  medal  too ;  and  I  would  help  a  prince ! 
I  'm  for  liberty  and  Gondremark.' 

'  Well,  it 's  all  one,'  said  Kuno.  '  If  anybody  said 
what  you  said,  you  would  have  his  blood,  and  you 
know  it' 

'You  have  him  on  the  brain,'  retorted  his  com- 
panion.— '  There  he  goes ! '  he  cried,  the  next 
moment. 

And  sure  enough,  about  a  mile  down  the  moun- 
tain, a  rider  on  a  white  horse  was  seen  to  flit  rapidly 

7 


DEPARTS  ON  AN  ADVENTURE 

across  a  heathy  open  and  vanish  among  the  trees  on 
the  farther  side. 

'In  ten  minutes  he'll  be  over  the  border  into 
Gerolstein,'  said  Kuno.     *  It's  past  cure.' 

'  Well,  if  he  founders  that  mare,  I  '11  never  forgive 
him,'  added  the  other,  gathering  his  reins. 

And  as  they  turned  down  from  the  knoll  to  rejoin 
their  comrades,  the  sun  dipped  and  disappeared,  and 
the  woods  fell  instantly  into  the  gravity  and  grey- 
ness  of  the  early  night. 


CHAPTER  II 

IN   WHICH   THE   PRINCE    PLAYS    HAROUN-AL-RASCHID 

The  night  fell  upon  the  Prince  while  he  was  thread- 
ing green  tracks  in  the  lower  valleys  of  the  wood ; 
and  though  the  stars  came  out  overhead  and  displayed 
the  interminable  order  of  the  pine-tree  pyramids, 
regular  and  dark  like  cypresses,  their  light  was  of 
small  service  to  a  traveller  in  such  lonely  paths,  and 
from  thenceforth  he  rode  at  random.  The  austere 
face  of  nature,  the  uncertain  issue  of  his  course,  the 
open  sky  and  the  free  air,  delighted  him  like  wine ; 
and  the  hoarse  chafing  of  a  river  on  his  left  sounded 
in  his  ears  agreeably. 

It  was  past  eight  at  night  before  his  toil  was 
rewarded  and  he  issued  at  last  out  of  the  forest  on 
the  firm  white  high-road.  It  lay  downhill  before 
him  with  a  sweeping  eastward  trend,  faintly  bright 
between  the  thickets ;  and  Otto  paused  and  gazed 
upon  it.  So  it  ran,  league  after  league,  still  joining 
others,  to  the  farthest  ends  of  Europe,  there  skirting 
the  sea-surge,  here  gleaming  in  the  lights  of  cities ; 
and  the  innumerable  army  of  tramps  and  travellers 

9 


IN  WHICH  THE  PRINCE 

moved  upon  it  in  all  lands  as  by  a  common  impulse, 
and  were  now  in  all  places  drawing  near  to  the  inn 
door  and  the  night's  rest.  The  pictures  swarmed 
and  vanished  in  his  brain ;  a  surge  of  temptation,  a 
beat  of  all  his  blood,  went  over  him,  to  set  spur  to 
the  mare  and  to  go  on  into  the  unknown  for  ever. 
And  then  it  passed  away ;  hunger  and  fatigue,  and 
that  habit  of  middling  actions  which  we  call  common 
sense,  resumed  their  empire ;  and  in  that  changed 
mood  his  eye  lighted  upon  two  bright  windows  on 
his  left  hand,  between  the  road  and  river. 

He  turned  off  by  a  by-road,  and  in  a  few  minutes 
he  was  knocking  with  his  whip  on  the  door  of  a  large 
farmhouse,  and  a  chorus  of  dogs  from  the  farmyard 
were  making  angry  answer.  A  very  tall,  old,  white- 
headed  man  came,  shading  a  candle,  at  the  summons. 
He  had  been  of  great  strength  in  his  time,  and  of  a 
handsome  countenance ;  but  now  he  was  fallen 
away,  his  teeth  were  quite  gone,  and  his  voice  when 
he  spoke  was  broken  and  falsetto. 

'  You  will  pardon  me,'  said  Otto.  '  I  am  a  traveller 
and  have  entirely  lost  my  way.' 

'  Sir,'  said  the  old  man,  in  a  very  stately,  shaky 
manner,  'you  are  at  the  River  Farm,  and  I  am 
Killian  Gottesheim,  at  your  disposal.  We  are  here, 
sir,  at  about  an  equal  distance  from  Mittwalden  in 
Griinewald  and  Brandenau  in  Gerolstein  :  six  leagues 
to  either,  and  the  road  excellent ;  but  there  is  not  a 
wine-bush,  not  a  carter's  alehouse,  anywhere  between. 
You  will  have  to  accept  my  hospitality  for  the 
night ;  rough  hospitality,  to  which  I  make  you  freely 
10 


PLAYS  HAROUN-AL-RASCHID 

welcome ;  for,  sir,'  he  added,  with  a  bow,  '  it  is  God 
who  sends  the  guest.' 

'  Amen.  And  I  most  heartily  thank  you,'  replied 
Otto,  bowing  in  his  turn. 

'Fritz,'  said  the  old  man,  turning  towards  the 
interior,  'lead  round  this  gentleman's  horse;  and 
you,  sir,  condescend  to  enter.' 

Otto  entered  a  chamber  occupying  the  greater 
part  of  the  ground-floor  of  the  building.  It  had 
probably  once  been  divided  ;  for  the  farther  end  was 
raised  by  a  long  step  above  the  nearer,  and  the 
blazing  fire  and  the  white  supper-table  seemed  to 
stand  upon  a  dais.  All  around  were  dark,  brass- 
mounted  cabinets  and  cupboards ;  dark  shelves 
carrying  ancient  country  crockery  ;  guns  and  antlers 
and  broadside  ballads  on  the  wall ;  a  tall  old  clock 
with  roses  on  the  dial ;  and  down  in  one  corner 
the  comfortable  promise  of  a  wine-barrel.  It  was 
homely,  elegant,  and  quaint. 

A  powerful  youth  hurried  out  to  attend  on  the 
grey  mare ;  and  when  Mr.  Killian  Gottesheim  had 
presented  him  to  his  daughter  Ottilia,  Otto  followed 
to  the  stable  as  became,  not  perhaps  the  Prince,  but 
the  good  horseman.  When  he  returned,  a  smoking 
omelette  and  some  slices  of  home-cured  ham  were 
waiting  him  ;  these  were  followed  by  a  ragout  and  a 
cheese ;  and  it  was  not  until  his  guest  had  entirely 
satisfied  his  hunger,  and  the  whole  party  drew  about 
the  fire  over  the  wine-jug,  that  Killian  Gottesheim's 
elaborate  courtesy  permitted  him  to  address  a  ques- 
tion to  the  Prince. 

ii 


IN  WHICH  THE  PRINCE 

'  You  have  perhaps  ridden  far,  sir  ? '  he  inquired. 

'  I  have,  as  you  say,  ridden  far,'  replied  Otto ; 
'  and,  as  you  have  seen,  I  was  prepared  to  do  justice 
to  your  daughter's  cookery.' 

'  Possibly,  sir,  from  the  direction  of  Brandenau  ? ' 
continued  Killian. 

'  Precisely :  and  I  should  have  slept  to-night,  had 
I  not  wandered,  in  Mittwalden,'  answered  the  Prince, 
weaving  in  a  patch  of  truth,  according  to  the  habit 
of  all  liars. 

'  Business  leads  you  to  Mittwalden  ? '  was  the  next 
question. 

( Mere  curiosity,'  said  Otto.  '  I  have  never  yet 
visited  the  principality  of  Griinewald.' 

'  A  pleasant  state,  sir,'  piped  the  old  man,  nodding, 
'  a  very  pleasant  state,  and  a  fine  race,  both  pines 
and  people.  We  reckon  ourselves  part  Griine- 
walders  here,  lying  so  near  the  borders ;  and  the 
river  there  is  all  good  Griinewald  water,  every  drop 
of  it.  Yes,  sir,  a  fine  state.  A  man  of  Griinewald 
now  will  swing  me  an  axe  over  his  head  that  many 
a  man  of  Gerolstein  could  hardly  lift ;  and  the  pines, 
why,  deary  me,  there  must  be  more  pines  in  that 
little  state,  sir,  than  people  in  this  whole  big  world. 
Tis  twenty  years  now  since  I  crossed  the  marshes, 
for  we  grow  home-keepers  in  old  age  ;  but  I  mind  it 
as  if  it  was  yesterday.  Up  and  down,  the  road  keeps 
right  on  from  here  to  Mittwalden ;  and  nothing  all 
the  way  but  the  good  green  pine-trees,  big  and 
little,  and  water-power !  water-power  at  every  step, 
sir.  We  once  sold  a  bit  of  forest,  up  there  beside 
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the  high-road  ;  and  the  sight  of  minted  money  that 
we  got  for  it  has  set  me  ciphering  ever  since  what 
all  the  pines  in  Griinewald  would  amount  to.' 

*  I  suppose  you  see  nothing  of  the  Prince  ? '  in- 
quired Otto. 

'No,' said  the  young  man,  speaking  for  the  first 
time,  'nor  want  to.' 

'  Why  so  ?  is  he  so  much  disliked  ? '  asked  Otto. 

'  Not  what  you  might  call  disliked,'  replied  the  old 
gentleman,  'but  despised,  sir.' 

'  Indeed,'  said  the  Prince  somewhat  faintly. 

'  Yes,  sir,  despised,'  nodded  Killian,  filling  a  long 
pipe,  '  and,  to  my  way  of  thinking,  justly  despised. 
Here  is  a  man  with  great  opportunities,  and  what 
does  he  do  with  them  ?  He  hunts,  and  he  dresses 
very  prettily — which  is  a  thing  to  be  ashamed  of  in 
a  man — and  he  acts  plays  ;  and  if  he  does  aught  else, 
the  news  of  it  has  not  come  here.' 

'Yet  these  are  all  innocent,'  said  Otto.  'What 
would  you  have  him  do — make  war  ? ' 

'  No,  sir,'  replied  the  old  man.  '  But  here  it  is  :  I 
have  been  fifty  years  upon  this  River  Farm,  and 
wrought  in  it,  day  in,  day  out ;  I  have  ploughed  and 
sowed  and  reaped,  and  risen  early,  and  waked  late ; 
and  this  is  the  upshot :  that  all  these  years  it  has 
supported  me  and  my  family ;  and  been  the  best 
friend  that  ever  I  had,  set  aside  my  wife ;  and  now, 
when  my  time  comes,  I  leave  it  a  better  farm  than 
when  I  found  it.  So  it  is,  if  a  man  works  hearty  in 
the  order  of  nature,  he  gets  bread  and  he  receives 
comfort,  and  whatever  he  touches  breeds.     And  it 

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IN  WHICH  THE  PRINCE 

humbly  appears  to  me,  if  that  Prince  was  to  labour 
on  his  throne,  as  I  have  laboured  and  wrought  in  my 
farm,  he  would  find  both  an  increase  and  a  blessing.' 

'  I  believe  with  you,  sir,'  Otto  said ;  'and  yet  the 
parallel  is  inexact.  For  the  farmer's  life  is  natural 
and  simple ;  but  the  prince's  is  both  artificial  and 
complicated.  It  is  easy  to  do  right  in  the  one,  and 
exceedingly  difficult  not  to  do  wrong  in  the  other. 
If  your  crop  is  blighted,  you  can  take  off  your 
bonnet  and  say,  "  God's  will  be  done  " ;  but  if  the 
prince  meets  with  a  reverse,  he  may  have  to  blame 
himself  for  the  attempt.  And  perhaps,  if  all  the 
kings  in  Europe  were  to  confine  themselves  to 
innocent  amusement,  the  subjects  would  be  the 
better  off.' 

*  Ay,'  said  the  young  man  Fritz,  '  you  are  in  the 
right  of  it  there.  That  was  a  true  word  spoken. 
And  I  see  you  are  like  me,  a  good  patriot  and  an 
enemy  to  princes.' 

Otto  was  somewhat  abashed  at  this  deduction, 
and  he  made  haste  to  change  his  ground.  'But,' 
said  he,  'you  surprise  me  by  what  you  say  of  this 
Prince  Otto.  I  have  heard  him,  I  must  own,  more 
favourably  painted.  I  was  told  he  was,  in  his  heart, 
a  good  fellow,  and  the  enemy  of  no  one  but  himself 

'  And  so  he  is,  sir,'  said  the  girl,  '  a  very  handsome, 
pleasant  prince  ;  and  we  know  some  who  would  shed 
their  blood  for  him.' 

'  O  !  Kuno ! '  said  Fritz.     '  An  ignoramus  ! ' 

'  Ay,  Kuno,  to  be  sure,'  quavered  the  old  farmer. 
'■  Well,  since  this  gentleman  is  a  stranger  to  these 
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parts,  and  curious  about  the  Prince,  I  do  believe 
that  story  might  divert  him.  This  Kuno,  you  must 
know,  sir,  is  one  of  the  hunt  servants,  and  a  most 
ignorant,  intemperate  man  :  a  right  Griinewalder,  as 
we  say  in  Gerolstein.  We  know  him  well,  in  this 
house ;  for  he  has  come  as  far  as  here  after  his  stray 
dogs  ;  and  I  make  all  welcome,  sir,  without  account 
of  state  or  nation.  And  indeed,  between  Gerolstein 
and  Griinewald  the  peace  has  held  so  long  that  the 
roads  stand  open  like  my  door ;  and  a  man  will 
make  no  more  of  the  frontier  than  the  very  birds 
themselves.' 

'  Ay,'  said  Otto, '  it  has  been  a  long  peace — a  peace 
of  centuries.' 

'  Centuries,  as  you  say,'  returned  Killian :  *  the 
more  the  pity  that  it  should  not  be  for  ever.  Well, 
sir,  this  Kuno  was  one  day  in  fault,  and  Otto,  who 
has  a  quick  temper,  up  with  his  whip  and  thrashed 
him,  they  do  say,  soundly.  Kuno  took  it  as  best  he 
could,  but  at  last  he  broke  out,  and  dared  the  Prince 
to  throw  his  whip  away  and  wrestle  like  a  man ;  for 
we  are  all  great  at  wrestling  in  these  parts,  and  it 's 
so  that  we  generally  settle  our  disputes.  Well,  sir, 
the  Prince  did  so ;  and,  being  a  weakly  creature, 
found  the  tables  turned  ;  for  the  man  whom  he  had 
just  been  thrashing  like  a  negro  slave,  lifted  him 
with  a  back  grip  and  threw  him  heels  overhead.' 

'  He  broke  his  bridle-arm,'  cried  Fritz — '  and  some 
say  his  nose.  Serve  him  right,  say  I !  Man  to  man, 
which  is  the  better  at  that  ? ' 

'  And  then  ? '  asked  Otto. 

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IN  WHICH  THE  PRINCE 

'  O,  then  Kuno  carried  him  home ;  and  they  were 
the  best  of  friends  from  that  day  forth.  I  don't  say 
it's  a  discreditable  story,  you  observe,'  continued 
Mr.  Gottesheim  ;  '  but  it 's  droll,  and  that 's  the  fact, 
A  man  should  think  before  he  strikes ;  for,  as  my 
nephew  says,  man  to  man  was  the  old  valuation.' 

'  Now,  if  you  were  to  ask  me,'  said  Otto,  '  I  should 
perhaps  surprise  you.  I  think  it  was  the  Prince  that 
conquered.' 

*  And,  sir,  you  would  be  right,'  replied  Killian, 
seriously.  '  In  the  eyes  of  God,  I  do  not  question 
but  you  would  be  right ;  but  men,  sir,  look  at  these 
things  differently,  and  they  laugh.' 

'  They  made  a  song  of  it,'  observed  Fritz.  *  How 
does  it  go  ?     Ta-tum-ta-ra  .  .  .' 

'  Well,'  interrupted  Otto,  who  had  no  great  anxiety 
to  hear  the  song,  '  the  Prince  is  young ;  he  may  yet 
mend.' 

'Not  so  young,  by  your  leave,'  cried  Fritz.  'A 
man  of  forty.' 

'  Thirty-six,'  corrected  Mr.  Gottesheim. 

'O,'  cried  Ottilia,  in  obvious  disillusion,  'a  man 
of  middle  age !  And  they  said  he  was  so  handsome 
when  he  was  young ! ' 

'  And  bald,  too,'  added  Fritz. 

Otto  passed  his  hand  among  his  locks.  At  that 
moment  he  was  far  from  happy,  and  even  the  tedious 
evenings  at  Mittwalden  Palace  began  to  smile  upon 
him  by  comparison. 

'O,  six-and-thirty ! '  he  protested.    'A  man  is  not 
yet  old  at  six-and-thirty.    I  am  that  age  myself.' 
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'  I  should  have  taken  you  for  more,  sir,'  piped  the 
old  farmer.  *  But  if  that  be  so,  you  are  of  an  age 
with  Master  Ottekin,  as  people  call  him ;  and,  I 
would  wager  a  crown,  have  done  more  service  in 
your  time.  Though  it  seems  young  by  comparison 
with  men  of  a  great  age  like  me,  yet  it 's  some  way 
through  life  for  all  that ;  and  the  mere  fools  and 
fiddlers  are  beginning  to  grow  weary  and  to  look  old. 
Yes,  sir,  by  six-and-thirty,  if  a  man  be  a  follower 
of  God's  laws,  he  should  have  made  himself  a  home 
and  a  good  name  to  live  by  ;  he  should  have  got  a 
wife  and  a  blessing  on  his  marriage  ;  and  his  works, 
as  the  Word  says,  should  begin  to  follow  him.' 

'  Ah,  well,  the  Prince  is  married,'  cried  Fritz,  with 
a  coarse  burst  of  laughter. 

'  That  seems  to  entertain  you,  sir,'  said  Otto. 

'  Ay,'  said  the  young  boor.  '  Did  you  not  know 
that  ?  I  thought  all  Europe  knew  it ! '  And  he 
added  a  pantomime  of  a  nature  to  explain  his  accusa- 
tion to  the  dullest. 

'Ah,  sir,'  said  Mr.  Gottesheim,  'it  is  very  plain 
that  you  are  not  from  hereabouts  !  But  the  truth  is, 
that  the  whole  princely  family  and  Court  are  rips 
and  rascals,  not  one  to  mend  another.  They  live, 
sir,  in  idleness  and — what  most  commonly  follows  it 
— corruption.  The  Princess  has  a  lover;  a  Baron, 
as  he  calls  himself,  from  East  Prussia;  and  the 
Prince  is  so  little  of  a  man,  sir,  that  he  holds  the 
candle.  Nor  is  that  the  worst  of  it,  for  this 
foreigner  and  his  paramour  are  suffered  to  transact 
the  State  affairs,  while  the  Prince  takes  the  salary 
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IN  WHICH  THE  PRINCE 

and  leaves  all  things  to  go  to  wrack.  There  will 
follow  upon  this  some  manifest  judgment  which, 
though  I  am  old,  I  may  survive  to  see.' 

'  Good  man,  you  are  in  the  wrong  about  Gondre- 
mark,'  said  Fritz,  showing  a  greatly  increased  anima- 
tion ;  '  but  for  all  the  rest,  you  speak  the  God's  truth 
like  a  good  patriot.  As  for  the  Prince,  if  he  would 
take  and  strangle  his  wife,  I  would  forgive  him  yet.' 

'  Nay,  Fritz,'  said  the  old  man,  '  that  would  be  to 
add  iniquity  to  evil.  For  you  perceive,  sir,'  he  con- 
tinued, once  more  addressing  himself  to  the  unfortu- 
nate Prince,  'this  Otto  has  himself  to  thank  for 
these  disorders.  He  has  his  young  wife  and  his 
principality,  and  he  has  sworn  to  cherish  both.' 

'  Sworn  at  the  altar  ! '  echoed  Fritz.  '  But  put 
your  faith  in  princes  ! ' 

'  Well,  sir,  he  leaves  them  both  to  an  adventurer 
from  East  Prussia,'  pursued  the  farmer;  'leaves 
the  girl  to  be  seduced  and  to  go  on  from  bad  to 
worse,  till  her  name  's  become  a  tap-room  by-word, 
and  she  not  yet  twenty ;  leaves  the  country  to  be 
overtaxed,  and  bullied  with  armaments,  and  jockied 
into  war ' 

'  War  ! '  cried  Otto. 

'  So  they  say,  sir  ;  those  that  watch  their  ongoings, 
say  to  war,'  asseverated  Killian.  '  Well,  sir,  that  is 
very  sad ;  it  is  a  sad  thing  for  this  poor,  wicked  girl 
to  go  down  to  hell  with  people's  curses ;  it 's  a  sad 
thing  for  a  tight  little  happy  country  to  be  miscon- 
ducted; but  whoever  may  complain,  I  humbly 
conceive,  sir,  that  this  Otto  cannot.  What  he  has 
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worked  for,  that  he  has  got;  and  may  God  have 
pity  on  his  soul,  for  a  great  and  a  silly  sinner's  ! ' 

'  He  has  broke  his  oath  ;  then  he  is  a  perjurer. 
He  takes  the  money  and  leaves  the  work;  why, 
then  plainly  he 's  a  thief.  A  cuckold  he  was  before, 
and  a  fool  by  birth.  Better  me  that ! '  cried  Fritz, 
and  snapped  his  fingers. 

'  And  now,  sir,  you  will  see  a  little,'  continued  the 
farmer,  '  why  we  think  so  poorly  of  this  Prince  Otto. 
There's  such  a  thing  as  a  man  being  pious  and 
honest  in  the  private  way ;  and  there  is  such  a 
thing,  sir,  as  a  public  virtue ;  but  when  a  man  has 
neither,  the  Lord  lighten  him !  Even  this  Gondre- 
mark,  that  Fritz  here  thinks  so  much  of ' 

'Ay,'  interrupted  Fritz,  ' Gondremark 's  the  man 
for  me.     I  would  we  had  his  like  in  Gerolstein.' 

'  He  is  a  bad  man,'  said  the  old  farmer,  shaking 
his  head  ;  '  and  there  was  never  good  begun  by  the 
breach  of  God's  commandments.  But  so  far  I  will 
go  with  you  :  he  is  a  man  that  works  for  what  he 
has.' 

'  I  tell  you  he 's  the  hope  of  Griinewald,'  cried 
Fritz.  '  He  doesn't  suit  some  of  your  high-and-dry, 
old,  ancient  ideas ;  but  he 's  a  downright  modern 
man — a  man  of  the  new  lights  and  the  progress  of 
the  age.  He  does  some  things  wrong ;  so  they  all 
do  ;  but  he  has  the  people's  interests  next  his  heart ; 
and  you  mark  me — you,  sir,  who  are  a  Liberal,  and 
the  enemy  of  all  their  governments,  you  please  to 
mark  my  words — the  day  will  come  in  Griinewald, 
when  they  take  out  that  yellow-headed  skulk  of  a 

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IN  WHICH  THE  PRINCE 

Prince  and  that  dough-faced  Messalina  of  a  Princess, 
march  'em  back  foremost  over  the  borders,  and  pro- 
claim the  Baron  Gondremark  first  President.  I  Ve 
heard  them  say  it  in  a  speech.  I  was  at  a  meeting 
once  at  Brandenau,  and  the  Mittwalden  delegates 
spoke  up  for  fifteen  thousand.  Fifteen  thousand,  all 
brigaded,  and  each  man  with  a  medal  round  his  neck 
to  rally  by.     That 's  all  Gondremark.' 

'  Ay,  sir,  you  see  what  it  leads  to :  wild  talk  to- 
day, and  wilder  doings  to-morrow,'  said  the  old  man. 
*  For  there  is  one  thing  certain :  that  this  Gondre- 
mark has  one  foot  in  the  Court  backstairs,  and  the 
other  in  the  Masons'  lodges.  He  gives  himself  out, 
sir,  for  what  nowadays  they  call  a  patriot :  a  man 
from  East  Prussia ! ' 

'  Give  himself  out ! '  cried  Fritz.  '  He  is  !  He  is 
to  lay  by  his  title  as  soon  as  the  Republic  is 
declared  ;  I  heard  it  in  a  speech.' 

'  Lay  by  Baron  to  take  up  President  ? '  returned 
Killian.  'King  Log,  King  Stork.  But  you'll  live 
longer  than  I,  and  you  will  see  the  fruits  of  it.' 

'  Father,'  whispered  Ottilia,  pulling  at  the  speaker's 
coat,  '  surely  the  gentleman  is  ill.' 

6  I  beg  your  pardon,'  cried  the  farmer,  re-waking  to 
hospitable  thoughts  ;  '  can  I  offer  you  anything  ? ' 

'  I  thank  you.  I  am  very  weary,'  answered  Otto. 
'  I  have  presumed  upon  my  strength.  If  you  would 
show  me  to  a  bed,  I  should  be  grateful.' 

'  Ottilia,  a  candle ! '  said  the  old  man.     '  Indeed, 
sir,  you  look  paley.     A  little  cordial  water  ?     No  ? 
Then  follow  me,  I  beseech  you,  and  I  will  bring  you 
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to  the  stranger's  bed.  You  are  not  the  first  by  many 
who  has  slept  well  below  my  roof,'  continued  the  old 
gentleman,  mounting  the  stairs  before  his  guest; 
'  for  good  food,  honest  wine,  a  grateful  conscience, 
and  a  little  pleasant  chat  before  a  man  retires,  are 
worth  all  the  possets  and  apothecary's  drugs.  See, 
sir,'  and  here  he  opened  a  door  and  ushered  Otto  into 
a  little  whitewashed  sleeping-room,  '  here  you  are  in 
port.  It  is  small,  but  it  is  airy,  and  the  sheets  are 
clean  and  kept  in  lavender.  The  window,  too,  looks 
out  above  the  river,  and  there 's  no  music  like  a  little 
river's.  It  plays  the  same  tune  (and  that 's  the 
favourite)  over  and  over  again,  and  yet  does  not 
weary  of  it  like  men  fiddlers.  It  takes  the  mind  out 
of  doors  ;  and  though  we  should  be  grateful  for  good 
houses,  there  is,  after  all,  no  house  like  God's  out-of- 
doors.  And  lastly,  sir,  it  quiets  a  man  down  like 
saying  his  prayers.  So  here,  sir,  I  take  my  kind 
leave  of  you  until  to-morrow  ;  and  it  is  my  prayerful 
wish  that  you  may  slumber  like  a  prince.' 

And  the  old  man,  with  the  twentieth  courteous 
inclination,  left  his  guest  alone. 


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CHAPTER     III 

IN   WHICH    THE    PRINCE   COMFORTS  AGE   AND    BEAUTY 
AND  DELIVERS  A  LECTURE  ON  DISCRETION  IN  LOVE 

The  Prince  was  early  abroad  :  in  the  time  of  the  first 
chorus  of  birds,  of  the  pure  and  quiet  air,  of  the 
slanting  sunlight  and  the  mile-long  shadows.  To 
one  who  had  passed  a  miserable  night,  the  freshness 
of  that  hour  was  tonic  and  reviving  ;  to  steal  a  march 
upon  his  slumbering  fellows,  to  be  the  Adam  of  the 
coming  day,  composed  and  fortified  his  spirits ;  and 
the  Prince,  breathing  deep  and  pausing  as  he  went, 
walked  in  the  wet  fields  beside  his  shadow,  and  was 
glad. 

A  trellised  path  led  down  into  the  valley  of  the 
brook,  and  he  turned  to  follow  it.  The  stream  was 
a  break-neck,  boiling  highland  river.  Hard  by  the 
farm,  it  leaped  a  little  precipice  in  a  thick  grey- 
mare's  tail  of  twisted  filaments,  and  then  lay  and 
worked  and  bubbled  in  a  lynn.  Into  the  middle  of 
this  quaking  pool  a  rock  protruded,  shelving  to  a 
cape ;  and  thither  Otto  scrambled  and  sat  down  to 
ponder. 
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Soon  the  sun  struck  through  the  screen  of  branches 
and  thin  early  leaves  that  made  a  hanging  bower 
above  the  fall ;  and  the  golden  lights  and  flitting 
shadows  fell  upon  and  marbled  the  surface  of  that 
seething  pot;  and  rays  plunged  deep  among  the 
turning  waters ;  and  a  spark,  as  bright  as  a  diamond, 
lit  upon  the  swaying  eddy.  It  began  to  grow  warm 
where  Otto  lingered,  warm  and  heady ;  the  lights 
swam,  weaving  their  maze  across  the  shaken  pool; 
on  the  impending  rock,  reflections  danced  like 
butterflies  ;  and  the  air  was  fanned  by  the  waterfall 
as  by  a  swinging  curtain. 

Otto,  who  was  weary  with  tossing  and  beset  with 
horrid  phantoms  of  remorse  and  jealousy,  instantly 
fell  dead  in  love  with  that  sun-chequered,  echoing 
corner.  Holding  his  feet,  he  stared  out  of  a  drowsy 
trance,  wondering,  admiring,  musing,  losing  his  way 
among  uncertain  thoughts.  There  is  nothing  that 
so  apes  the  external  bearing  of  free  will  as  that  un- 
conscious bustle,  obscurely  following  liquid  laws, 
with  which  a  river  contends  among  obstructions. 
It  seems  the  very  play  of  man  and  destiny,  and  as 
Otto  pored  on  these  recurrent  changes,  he  grew,  by 
equal  steps,  the  sleepier  and  the  more  profound. 
Eddy  and  Prince  were  alike  jostled  in  their  purpose, 
alike  anchored  by  intangible  influences  in  one  corner 
of  the  world.  Eddy  and  Prince  were  alike  useless, 
starkly  useless,  in  the  cosmology  of  men.  Eddy  and 
Prince — Prince  and  Eddy. 

It  is  probable  he  had  been  some  while  asleep  when 
a  voice  recalled   him  from  oblivion.     'Sir,'  it  was 

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saying;  and  looking  round,  he  saw  Mr.  Killian's 
daughter,  terrified  by  her  boldness  and  making 
bashful  signals  from  the  shore.  She  was  a  plain, 
honest  lass,  healthy  and  happy  and  good,  and  with 
that  sort  of  beauty  that  comes  of  happiness  and 
health.  But  her  confusion  lent  her  for  the  moment 
an  additional  charm. 

*  Good-morning,'  said  Otto,  rising  and  moving 
towards  her.     *  I  arose  early  and  was  in  a  dream.' 

*  O,  sir ! '  she  cried, '  I  wish  to  beg  of  you  to  spare 
my  father ;  for  I  assure  your  Highness,  if  he  had 
known  who  you  was,  he  would  have  bitten  his 
tongue  out  sooner.  And  Fritz,  too — how  he  went 
on  !  But  I  had  a  notion  ;  and  this  morning  I  went 
straight  down  into  the  stable,  and  there  was  your 
Highness's  crown  upon  the  stirrup-irons !  But,  O, 
sir,  I  made  certain  you  would  spare  them ;  for  they 
were  as  innocent  as  lambs.' 

'  My  dear,'  said  Otto,  both  amused  and  gratified, 
'  you  do  not  understand.  It  is  I  who  am  in  the 
wrong ;  for  I  had  no  business  to  conceal  my  name 
and  lead  on  these  gentlemen  to  speak  of  me.  And 
it  is  I  who  have  to  beg  of  you  that  you  will  keep 
my  secret  and  not  betray  the  discourtesy  of  which  I 
was  guilty.  As  for  any  fear  of  me,  your  friends  are 
safe  in  Gerolstein ;  and  even  in  my  own  territory, 
you  must  be  well  aware  I  have  no  power.' 

*  O,  sir,'  she  said,  curtseying,  '  I  would  not  say 
that :  the  huntsmen  would  all  die  for  you.' 

'  Happy  Prince ! '  said  Otto.     '  But  although  you 
are  too  courteous  to  avow  the  knowledge,  you  have 
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had  many  opportunities  of  learning  that  I  am  a  vain 
show.  Only  last  night  we  heard  it  very  clearly 
stated.  You  see  the  shadow  flitting  on  this  hard 
rock.  Prince  Otto,  I  am  afraid,  is  but  the  moving 
shadow,  and  the  name  of  the  rock  is  Gondremark. 
Ah  !  if  your  friends  had  fallen  foul  of  Gondremark  ! 
But  happily  the  younger  of  the  two  admires  him. 
And  as  for  the  old  gentleman  your  father,  he  is  a 
wise  man  and  an  excellent  talker,  and  I  would  take 
a  long  wager  he  is  honest.' 

*  O,  Cor  honest,  your  Highness,  that  he  is ! '  ex- 
claimed the  girl.  'And  Fritz  is  as  honest  as  he. 
And  as  for  all  they  said,  it  was  just  talk  and  non- 
sense. When  countryfolk  get  gossiping,  they  go 
on,  I  do  assure  you,  for  the  fun  ;  they  don't  as  much 
as  think  of  what  they  say.  If  you  went  to  the  next 
farm,  it 's  my  belief  you  would  hear  as  much  against 
my  father.' 

'Nay,  nay,'  said  Otto,  'there  you  go  too  fast. 
For  all  that  was  said  against  Prince  Otto ' 

'  O,  it  was  shameful ! '  cried  the  girl. 

'Not  shameful — true,'  returned  Otto.  'O,  yes 
— true.  I  am  all  they  said  of  me — all  that  and 
worse.' 

'  I  never ! '  cried  Ottilia.  '  Is  that  how  you  do  ? 
Well,  you  would  never  be  a  soldier.  Now,  if  any 
one  accuses  me,  I  get  up  and  give  it  them.  O,  I 
defend  myself.  I  wouldn't  take  a  fault  at  another 
person's  hands,  no,  not  if  I  had  it  on  my  forehead. 
And  that 's  what  you  must  do,  if  you  mean  to  live  it 
out.     But,  indeed,  I  never  heard  such  nonsense.     I 

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IN  WHICH  THE  PRINCE 

should  think  you  was  ashamed  of  yourself!     You  're 
bald  then,  I  suppose  ? ' 

'O,  no,'  said  Otto,  fairly  laughing.  'There  I 
acquit  myself :  not  bald  1 ' 

'  Well,  and  good  ? '  pursued  the  girl.  '  Come  now, 
you  know  you  are  good,  and  I  '11  make  you  say  so. 
.  .  .  Your  Highness,  I  beg  your  humble  pardon. 
But  there's  no  disrespect  intended.  And  anyhow, 
you  know  you  are.' 

'  Why,  now,  what  am  I  to  say  ? '  replied  Otto. 
'  You  are  a  cook,  and  excellently  well  you  do  it ; 
I  embrace  the  chance  of  thanking  you  for  the  ragout. 
Well  now,  have  you  not  seen  good  food  so  bedevilled 
by  unskilful  cookery  that  no  one  could  be  brought  to 
eat  the  pudding  ?  That  is  me,  my  dear.  I  am  full 
of  good  ingredients,  but  the  dish  is  worthless.  I  am 
— I  give  it  you  in  one  word — sugar  in  the  salad.' 

'  Well,  I  don't  care,  you  're  good,'  reiterated 
Ottilia,  a  little  flushed  by  having  failed  to  under- 
stand. 

'  I  will  tell  you  one  thing,'  replied  Otto  :  '  You 
are ! ' 

'Ah,  well,  that's  what  they  all  said  of  you,' 
moralised  the  girl ;  '  such  a  tongue  to  come  round 
— such  a  flattering  tongue ! ' 

'  O,  you  forget,  I  am  a  man  of  middle  age,'  the 
Prince  chuckled. 

'Well,  to  speak  to  you,  I  should  think  you  was  a 

boy ;  and  Prince  or  no  Prince,  if  you  came  worrying 

where  I  was  cooking,  I  would  pin  a  napkin  to  your 

tails.  .  .  .  And,  O  Lord,  I  declare  I  hope  your  High- 

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ness  will  forgive  me,'  the  girl  added.  '  I  can't  keep 
it  in  my  mind.' 

'No  more  can  I,'  cried  Otto.  'That  is  just  what 
they  complain  of ! ' 

They  made  a  loverly-looking  couple ;  only  the 
heavy  pouring  of  that  horse-tail  of  water  made  them 
raise  their  voices  above  lovers'  pitch.  But  to  a 
jealous  onlooker  from  above,  their  mirth  and  close 
proximity  might  easily  give  umbrage ;  and  a  rough 
voice  out  of  a  tuft  of  brambles  began  calling  on 
Ottilia  by  name.  She  changed  colour  at  that.  '  It 
is  Fritz,'  she  said.     '  I  must  go.' 

'  Go,  my  dear,  and  I  need  not  bid  you  go  in  peace, 
for  I  think  you  have  discovered  that  I  am  not  for- 
midable at  close  quarters,'  said  the  Prince,  and  made 
her  a  fine  gesture  of  dismissal. 

So  Ottilia  skipped  up  the  bank,  and  disappeared 
into  the  thicket,  stopping  once  for  a  single  blush- 
ing bob — blushing,  because  she  had  in  the  interval 
once  more  forgotten  and  remembered  the  stranger's 
quality. 

Otto  returned  to  his  rock  promontory  ;  but  his 
humour  had  in  the  meantime  changed.  The  sun 
now  shone  more  fairly  on  the  pool ;  and  over  its 
brown,  welling  surface,  the  blue  of  heaven  and  the 
golden  green  of  the  spring  foliage  danced  in  fleeting 
arabesque.  The  eddies  laughed  and  brightened  with 
essential  colour.  And  the  beauty  of  the  dell  began 
to  rankle  in  the  Prince's  mind ;  it  was  so  near  to  his 
own  borders,  yet  without.  He  had  never  had  much 
of  the  joy  of  possessorship  in  any  of  the  thousand 

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IN  WHICH  THE  PRINCE 

and  one  beautiful  and  curious  things  that  were  his  ; 
and  now  he  was  conscious  of  envy  for  what  was 
another's.  It  was,  indeed,  a  smiling,  dilettante  sort 
of  envy  ;  but  yet  there  it  was :  the  passion  of  Ahab 
for  the  vineyard,  done  in  little ;  and  he  was  relieved 
when  Mr.  Killian  appeared  upon  the  scene. 

'  I  hope,  sir,  that  you  have  slept  well  under  my 
plain  roof,'  said  the  old  farmer. 

'  I  am  admiring  this  sweet  spot  that  you  are  privi- 
leged to  dwell  in,'  replied  Otto,  evading  the  inquiry. 

'It  is  rustic,'  returned  Mr.  Gottesheim,  looking 
around  him  with  complacency,  '  a  very  rustic  corner ; 
and  some  of  the  land  to  the  west  is  most  excellent 
fat  land,  excellent  deep  soil.  You  should  see  my 
wheat  in  the  ten-acre  field.  There  is  not  a  farm  in 
Griinewald,  no,  nor  many  in  Gerolstein,  to  match 
the  River  Farm.  Some  sixty — I  keep  thinking  when 
I  sow- — some  sixty,  and  some  seventy,  and  some  an 
hundredfold ;  and  my  own  place,  six  score !  But 
that,  sir,  is  partly  the  farming.' 

'  And  the  stream  has  fish  ? '  asked  Otto. 

'A  fish-pond,'  said  the  farmer.  'Ay,  it  is  a 
pleasant  bit.  It  is  pleasant  even  here,  if  one  had 
time,  with  the  brook  drumming  in  that  black  pool, 
and  the  green  things  hanging  all  about  the  rocks, 
and,  dear  heart,  to  see  the  very  pebbles !  all  turned 
to  gold  and  precious  stones !  But  you  have  come  to 
that  time  of  life,  sir,  when,  if  you  will  excuse  me, 
you  must  look  to  have  the  rheumatism  set  in. 
Thirty  to  forty  is,  as  one  may  say,  their  seed-time. 
And  this  is  a  damp  cold  corner  for  the  early  morn- 
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ing  and  an   empty  stomach.      If  I  might  humbly 
advise  you,  sir,  I  would  be  moving.' 

'  With  all  my  heart,'  said  Otto  gravely.  '  And 
so  you  have  lived  your  life  here  ? '  he  added,  as  they 
turned  to  go. 

*  Here  I  was  born,'  replied  the  farmer,  '  and  here 
I  wish  I  could  say  I  was  to  die.  But  fortune,  sir, 
fortune  turns  the  wheel.  They  say  she  is  blind,  but 
we  will  hope  she  only  sees  a  little  farther  on.  My 
grandfather  and  my  father  and  I,  we  have  all  tilled 
these  acres,  my  furrow  following  theirs.  All  the 
three  names  are  on  the  garden  bench,  two  Killians 
and  one  Johann.  Yes,  sir,  good  men  have  prepared 
themselves  for  the  great  change  in  my  old  garden. 
Well  do  I  mind  my  father,  in  a  woollen  night-cap, 
the  good  soul,  going  round  and  round  to  see  the 
last  of  it.  "  Killian,"  said  he,  "do  you  see  the 
smoke  of  my  tobacco  ?  Why,"  said  he,  "  that  is 
man's  life."  It  was  his  last  pipe,  and  I  believe  he 
knew  it ;  and  it  was  a  strange  thing,  without  doubt, 
to  leave  the  trees  that  he  had  planted,  and  the  son 
that  he  had  begotten,  ay,  sir,  and  even  the  old  pipe 
with  the  Turk's  head  that  he  had  smoked  since  he 
was  a  lad  and  went  a-courting.  But  here  we  have 
no  continuing  city ;  and  as  for  the  eternal,  it 's  a 
comfortable  thought  that  we  have  other  merits  than 
our  own.  And  yet  you  would  hardly  think  how 
sore  it  goes  against  the  grain  with  me,  to  die  in  a 
strange  bed.' 

*  And  must  you  do  so  ?  For  what  reason  ? '  Otto 
asked. 

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'  The  reason  ?  The  place  is  to  be  sold :  three 
thousand  crowns,'  replied  Mr.  Gottesheim.  '  Had  it 
been  a  third  of  that,  I  may  say  without  boasting 
that,  what  with  my  credit  and  my  savings,  I  could 
have  met  the  sum.  But  at  three  thousand,  unless  I 
have  singular  good  fortune  and  the  new  proprietor 
continues  me  in  office,  there  is  nothing  left  me  but 
to  budge.' 

Otto's  fancy  for  the  place  redoubled  at  the  news, 
and  became  joined  with  other  feelings.  If  all  he 
heard  were  true,  Griinewald  was  growing  very  hot 
for  a  sovereign  Prince ;  it  might  be  well  to  have  a 
refuge;  and  if  so,  what  more  delightful  hermitage 
could  man  imagine  ?  Mr.  Gottesheim,  besides,  had 
touched  his  sympathies.  Every  man  loves  in  his  soul 
to  play  the  part  of  the  stage  deity.  And  to  step 
down  to  the  aid  of  the  old  farmer,  who  had  so 
roughly  handled  him  in  talk,  was  the  ideal  of  a  Fair 
Revenge.  Otto's  thoughts  brightened  at  the  pro- 
spect, and  he  began  to  regard  himself  with  a  renewed 
respect. 

*  I  can  find  you,  I  believe,  a  purchaser,'  he  said, 
'and  one  who  would  continue  to  avail  himself  of 
your  skill.' 

'  Can  you,  sir,  indeed  ? '  said  the  old  man.  '  Well, 
I  shall  be  heartily  obliged ;  for  I  begin  to  find  a  man 
may  practise  resignation  all  his  days,  as  he  takes 
physic,  and  not  come  to  like  it  in  the  end.' 

'If  you  will  have  the  papers  drawn  you  may  even 
burthen  the  purchase  with  your  interest,'  said  Otto. 
'  Let  it  be  assured  to  you  through  life.' 
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'  Your  friend,  sir,'  insinuated  Killian,  '  would  not, 
perhaps,  care  to  make  the  interest  reversible  ?  Fritz 
is  a  good  lad.' 

'  Fritz  is  young,'  said  the  Prince  dryly ;  '  he  must 
earn  consideration,  not  inherit.' 

'  He  has  long  worked  upon  the  place,  sir,'  insisted 
Mr.  Gottesheim ;  '  and  at  my  great  age,  for  I  am 
seventy-eight  come  harvest,  it  would  be  a  trouble- 
some thought  to  the  proprietor  how  to  fill  my  shoes. 
It  would  be  a  care  spared  to  assure  yourself  of  Fritz. 
And  I  believe  he  might  be  tempted  by  a  per- 
manency.' 

'The  young  man  has  unsettled  views,'  returned 
Otto. 

'  Possibly  the  purchaser '  began  Killian. 

A  little  spot  of  anger  burned  in  Otto's  cheek.  '  I 
am  the  purchaser,'  he  said. 

'  It  was  what  I  might  have  guessed,'  replied  the 
farmer,  bowing  with  an  aged,  obsequious  dignity. 
'You  have  made  an  old  man  very  happy;  and  I 
may  say,  indeed,  that  I  have  entertained  an  angel 
unawares.  Sir,  the  great  people  of  this  world — and 
by  that  I  mean  those  who  are  great  in  station — if 
they  had  only  hearts  like  yours,  how  they  would 
make  the  fires  burn  and  the  poor  sing  ! ' 

'I  would  not  judge  them  hardly,  sir,' said  Otto. 
'We  all  have  our  frailties.' 

'Truly,  sir,'  said  Mr.  Gottesheim,  with  unction. 
'And  by  what  name,  sir,  am  I  to  address  my 
generous  landlord  ? ' 

The  double  recollection  of  an  English  traveller, 

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IN  WHICH  THE  PRINCE 

whom  he  had  received  the  week  before  at  court,  and 
of  an  old  English  rogue  called  Transome,  whom 
he  had  known  in  youth,  came  pertinently  to  the 
Prince's  help.  'Transome,'  he  answered,  'is  my 
name.  I  am  an  English  traveller.  It  is,  to-day, 
Tuesday.  On  Thursday,  before  noon,  the  money 
shall  be  ready.  Let  us  meet,  if  you  please,  in  Mitt- 
walden,  at  the  "Morning  Star."' 

'  I  am,  in  all  things  lawful,  your  servant  to  com- 
mand,' replied  the  farmer.  '  An  Englishman !  You 
are  a  great  race  of  travellers.  And  has  your  lordship 
some  experience  of  land  ? ' 

'I  have  had  some  interest  of  the  kind  before,' 
returned  the  Prince ;  '  not  in  Gerolstein,  indeed. 
But  fortune,  as  you  say,  turns  the  wheel,  and  I 
desire  to  be  beforehand  with  her  revolutions.' 

'Very  right,  sir,  I  am  sure,'  said  Mr.  Killian. 

They  had  been  strolling  with  deliberation ;  but 
they  were  now  drawing  near  to  the  farmhouse, 
mounting  by  the  trellised  pathway  to  the  level  of 
the  meadow.  A  little  before  them,  the  sound  of 
voices  had  been  some  while  audible,  and  now  grew 
louder  and  more  distinct  with  every  step  of  their 
advance.  Presently,  when  they  emerged  upon  the 
top  of  the  bank,  they  beheld  Fritz  and  Ottilia  some 
way  off;  he,  very  black  and  bloodshot,  emphasizing 
his  hoarse  speech  with  the  smacking  of  his  fist 
against  his  palm ;  she,  standing  a  little  way  off  in 
blowsy,  voluble  distress. 

'  Dear  me  ! '  said  Mr.  Gottesheim,  and  made  as  if 
he  would  turn  aside. 
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But  Otto  went  straight  towards  the  lovers,  in 
whose  dissension  he  believed  himself  to  have  a  share. 
And,  indeed,  as  soon  as  he  had  seen  the  Prince, 
Fritz  had  stood  tragic,  as  if  awaiting  and  defying  his 
approach. 

'  O,  here  you  are  ! '  he  cried,  as  soon  as  they  were 
near  enough  for  easy  speech.  'You  are  a  man 
at  least,  and  must  reply.  What  were  you  after? 
Why  were  you  two  skulking  in  the  bush  ?  God  ! ' 
he  broke  out,  turning  again  upon  Ottilia,  '  to  think 
that  I  should  waste  my  heart  on  you  ! ' 

'  I  beg  your  pardon,'  Otto  cut  in.  '  You  were 
addressing  me.  In  virtue  of  what  circumstance  am 
I  to  render  you  an  account  of  this  young  lady's 
conduct  ?  Are  you  her  father  ?  her  brother  ?  her 
husband  ? ' 

'O,  sir,  you  know  as  well  as  I,'  returned  the 
peasant.  'We  keep  company,  she  and  I.  I  love 
her,  and  she  is  by  way  of  loving  me  ;  but  all  shall  be 
above-board,  I  would  have  her  to  know.  I  have  a 
good  pride  of  my  own.' 

'  Why,  I  perceive  I  must  explain  to  you  what 
love  is,'  said  Otto.  '  Its  measure  is  kindness.  It  is 
very  possible  that  you  are  proud ;  but  she,  too,  may 
have  some  self-esteem ;  I  do  not  speak  for  myself. 
And  perhaps,  if  your  own  doings  were  so  curi- 
ously examined,  you  might  find  it  inconvenient  to 
reply.' 

'These  are  all  set-offs,'  said  the  young  man. 
'  You  know  very  well  that  a  man  is  a  man,  and  a 
woman  only  a  woman.  That  holds  good  all  over, 
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IN  WHICH  THE  PRINCE 

up  and  down.  I  ask  you  a  question,  I  ask  it  again, 
and  here  I  stand.'     He  drew  a  mark  and  toed  it. 

'  When  you  have  studied  liberal  doctrines  some- 
what deeper,'  said  the  Prince,  'you  will  perhaps 
change  your  note.  You  are  a  man  of  false  weights 
and  measures,  my  young  friend.  You  have  one 
scale  for  women,  another  for  men ;  one  for  princes, 
and  one  for  farmer-folk.  On  the  prince  who  neglects 
his  wife  you  can  be  most  severe.  But  what  of  the 
lover  who  insults  his  mistress  ?  You  use  the  name 
of  love.  I  should  think  this  lady  might  very  fairly 
ask  to  be  delivered  from  love  of  such  a  nature.  For 
if  I,  a  stranger,  had  been  one-tenth  part  so  gross  and 
so  discourteous,  you  would  most  righteously  have 
broke  my  head.  It  would  have  been  in  your  part, 
as  lover,  to  protect  her  from  such  insolence.  Pro- 
tect her  first,  then,  from  yourself.' 

'  Ay,'  quoth  Mr.  Gottesheim,  who  had  been  look- 
ing on  with  his  hands  behind  his  tall  old  back,  '  ay, 
that's  Scripture  truth.' 

Fritz  was  staggered,  not  only  by  the  Prince's 
imperturbable  superiority  of  manner,  but  by  a  glim- 
mering consciousness  that  he  himself  was  in  the 
wrong.  The  appeal  to  liberal  doctrines  had,  besides, 
unmanned  him. 

'  Well,'  said  he,  '  if  I  was  rude,  I  '11  own  to  it.  I 
meant  no  ill,  and  did  nothing  out  of  my  just  rights ; 
but  I  am  above  all  these  old  vulgar  notions  too  ;  and 
if  I  spoke  sharp,  I  '11  ask  her  pardon.' 

*  Freely  granted,  Fritz,'  said  Ottilia. 

'  But  all  this  doesn't  answer  me,'  cried  Fritz.  *  I 
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ask  what  you  two  spoke  about.  She  says  she  pro- 
mised not  to  tell ;  well,  then,  I  mean  to  know. 
Civility  is  civility ;  but  I  '11  be  no  man's  gull.  I 
have  a  right  to  common  justice,  if  I  do  keep 
company ! ' 

'If  you  will  ask  Mr.  Gottesheim,'  replied  Otto, 
'  you  will  find  I  have  not  spent  my  hours  in  idleness. 
I  have,  since  I  arose  this  morning,  agreed  to  buy 
the  farm.  So  far  I  will  go  to  satisfy  a  curiosity 
which  I  condemn.' 

'O,  well,  if  there  was  business,  that's  another 
matter,'  returned  Fritz.  '  Though  it  beats  me  why 
you  could  not  tell.  But,  of  course,  if  the  gentleman 
is  to  buy  the  farm,  I  suppose  there  would  naturally 
be  an  end.' 

'To  be  sure,'  said  Mr.  Gottesheim,  with  a  strong 
accent  of  conviction. 

But  Ottilia  was  much  braver.  'There  now  ! '  she 
cried  in  triumph.  '  What  did  I  tell  you  ?  I  told 
you  I  was  fighting  your  battles.  Now  you  see ! 
Think  shame  of  your  suspicious  temper !  You 
should  go  down  upon  your  bended  knees  both  to 
that  gentleman  and  me.' 


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CHAPTER    IV 

IN    WHICH   THE   PRINCE    COLLECTS    OPINIONS 
BY  THE   WAY 

A  little  before  noon,  Otto,  by  a  triumph  of 
manoeuvring,  effected  his  escape.  He  was  quit  in 
this  way  of  the  ponderous  gratitude  of  Mr.  Killian, 
and  of  the  confidential  gratitude  of  poor  Ottilia ; 
but  of  Fritz  he  was  not  quit  so  readily.  That  young 
politician,  brimming  with  mysterious  glances,  offered 
to  lend  his  convoy  as  far  as  to  the  high-road ;  and 
Otto,  in  fear  of  some  residuary  jealousy,  and  for  the 
girl's  sake,  had  not  the  courage  to  gainsay  him ;  but 
he  regarded  his  companion  with  uneasy  glances,  and 
devoutly  wished  the  business  at  an  end.  For  some 
time  Fritz  walked  by  the  mare  in  silence ;  and  they 
had  already  traversed  more  than  half  the  proposed 
distance  when,  with  something  of  a  blush,  he  looked 
up  and  opened  fire. 

'  Are   you    not,'    he   asked,    '  what    they   call   a 
socialist  ? ' 

'  Why,  no,'   returned  Otto,   '  not  precisely  what 
they  call  so.     Why  do  you  ask  ? ' 
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*  I  will  tell  you  why,'  said  the  young  man.  *  I 
saw  from  the  first  that  you  were  a  red  progressional, 
and  nothing  but  the  fear  of  old  Killian  kept  you  back. 
And  there,  sir,  you  were  right :  old  men  are  always 
cowards.  But  nowadays,  you  see,  there  are  so  many 
groups  :  you  can  never  tell  how  far  the  likeliest 
kind  of  man  may  be  prepared  to  go ;  and  I  was 
never  sure  you  were  one  of  the  strong  thinkers,  till 
you  hinted  about  women  and  free  love.' 

'  Indeed ! '  cried  Otto,  *  I  never  said  a  word  of  such 
a  thing.' 

■  Not  you ! '  cried  Fritz.  *  Never  a  word  to  com- 
promise !  You  was  sowing  seed :  ground-bait,  our 
president  calls  it.  But  it 's  hard  to  deceive  me,  for  I 
know  all  the  agitators  and  their  ways,  and  all  the 
doctrines ;  and  between  you  and  me,'  lowering  his 
voice,  '  I  am  myself  affiliated.  O  yes,  I  am  a  secret 
society  man,  and  here  is  my  medal.'  And  drawing 
out  a  green  ribbon  that  he  wore  about  his  neck,  he 
held  up,  for  Otto's  inspection,  a  pewter  medal  bear- 
ing the  imprint  of  a  Phoenix  and  the  legend 
Libertas.  '  And  so  now  you  see  you  may  trust  me,' 
added  Fritz.  *  I  am  none  of  your  ale-house  talkers  ; 
I  am  a  convinced  revolutionary.'  And  he  looked 
meltingly  upon  Otto. 

*  I  see,'  replied  the  Prince ;  '  that  is  very  gratify- 
ing. Well,  sir,  the  great  thing  for  the  good  of  one's 
country  is,  first  of  all,  to  be  a  good  man.  All 
springs  from  there.  For  my  part,  although  you  are 
right  in  thinking  that  I  have  to  do  with  politics,  I 
am  unfit  by  intellect  and  temper  for  a  leading  role. 

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I  was  intended,  I  fear,  for  a  subaltern.  Yet  we 
have  all  something  to  command,  Mr.  Fritz,  if  it  be 
only  our  own  temper ;  and  a  man  about  to  marry 
must  look  closely  to  himself.  The  husband's,  like 
the  prince's,  is  a  very  artificial  standing ;  and  it  is 
hard  to  be  kind  in  either.    Do  you  follow  that  ? ' 

'O  yes,  I  follow  that,'  replied  the  young  man, 
sadly  chop-fallen  over  the  nature  of  the  information 
he  had  elicited ;  and  then  brightening  up :  'Is  it,' 
he  ventured,  'is  it  for  an  arsenal  that  you  have 
bought  the  farm  ? ' 

'  We  '11  see  about  that,'  the  Prince  answered, 
laughing.  '  You  must  not  be  too  zealous.  And  in 
the  meantime,  if  I  were  you,  I  would  say  nothing  on 
the  subject' 

'  O,  trust  me,  sir,  for  that,'  cried  Fritz,  as  he 
pocketed  a  crown.  '  And  you  've  let  nothing  out ; 
for  I  suspected — I  might  say  I  knew  it — from  the 
first.  And  mind  you,  when  a  guide  is  required,'  he 
added,  '  I  know  all  the  forest  paths. ' 

Otto  rode  away,  chuckling.  This  talk  with  Fritz 
had  vastly  entertained  him ;  nor  was  he  altogether 
discontented  with  his  bearing  at  the  farm  ;  men,  he 
was  able  to  tell  himself,  had  behaved  worse  under 
smaller  provocation.  And,  to  harmonise  all,  the 
road  and  the  April  air  were  both  delightful  to  his 
soul. 

Up  and  down,  and  to  and  fro,  ever  mounting 
through  the  wooded  foot-hills,  the  broad,  white  high- 
road wound  onward  into  Grunewald.  On  either 
hand  the  pines  stood  coolly  rooted — green  moss 
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prospering,  springs  welling  forth  between  their 
knuckled  spurs ;  and  though  some  were  broad  and 
stalwart,  and  others  spiry  and  slender,  yet  all  stood 
firm  in  the  same  attitude  and  with  the  same  expres- 
sion, like  a  silent  army  presenting  arms. 

The  road  lay  all  the  way  apart  from  towns  and 
villages,  which  it  left  on  either  hand.  Here  and 
there,  indeed,  in  the  bottom  of  green  glens,  the 
Prince  could  spy  a  few  congregated  roofs,  or  perhaps 
above  him,  on  a  shoulder,  the  solitary  cabin  of  a 
woodman.  But  the  highway  was  an  international 
undertaking,  and  with  its  face  set  for  distant  cities, 
scorned  the  little  life  of  Griinewald.  Hence  it  was 
exceeding  solitary.  Near  the  frontier  Otto  met  a 
detachment  of  his  own  troops  marching  in  the  hot 
dust;  and  he  was  recognised  and  somewhat  feebly 
cheered  as  he  rode  by.  But  from  that  time  forth 
and  for  a  long  while  he  was  alone  with  the  great 
woods. 

Gradually  the  spell  of  pleasure  relaxed ;  his  own 
thoughts  returned,  like  stinging  insects,  in  a  cloud ; 
and  the  talk  of  the  night  before,  like  a  shower  of 
buffets,  fell  upon  his  memory.  He  looked  east  and 
west  for  any  comforter ;  and  presently  he  was  aware 
of  a  cross-road  coming  steeply  down  hill,  and  a 
horseman  cautiously  descending.  A  human  voice 
or  presence,  like  a  spring  in  the  desert,  was  now 
welcome  in  itself,  and  Otto  drew  bridle  to  await  the 
coming  of  this  stranger.  He  proved  to  be  a  very 
red-faced,  thick-lipped  countryman,  with  a  pair  of 
fat  saddle-bags  and  a  stone  bottle  at  his  waist ;  who, 

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IN  WHICH  THE  PRINCE 

as  soon  as  the  Prince  hailed  him,  jovially,  if  some- 
what thickly,  answered.  At  the  same  time  he  gave 
a  beery  yaw  in  the  saddle.  It  was  clear  his  bottle 
was  no  longer  full. 

'  Do  you  ride  towards  Mittwalden  ? '  asked  the 
Prince. 

'As  far  as  the  cross-road  to  Tannenbrunn,'  the 
man  replied.     '  Will  you  bear  company  ? ' 

'  With  pleasure.  I  have  even  waited  for  you  on 
the  chance,'  answered  Otto. 

By  this  time  they  were  close  alongside ;  and  the 
man,  with  the  country-folk  instinct,  turned  his  cloudy 
vision  first  of  all  on  his  companion's  mount.  '  The 
devil ! '  he  cried.  '  You  ride  a  bonny  mare,  friend  ! ' 
And  then  his  curiosity  being  satisfied  about  the 
essential,  he  turned  his  attention  to  that  merely 
secondary  matter,  his  companion's  face.  He  started. 
'  The  Prince ! '  he  cried,  saluting,  with  another  yaw 
that  came  near  dismounting  him.  '  I  beg  your 
pardon,  your  Highness,  not  to  have  reco'nised  you 
at  once.' 

The  Prince  was  vexed  out  of  his  self-possession. 
'  Since  you  know  me,'  he  said,  '  it  is  unnecessary  we 
should  ride  together.  I  will  precede  you,  if  you 
please.'  And  he  was  about  to  set  spur  to  the  grey 
mare,  when  the  half-drunken  fellow,  reaching  over, 
laid  his  hand  upon  the  rein. 

'Hark  you,' he  said,  'prince  or  no  prince,  that  is 

not   how   one   man   should   conduct    himself    with 

another.     What !    You  '11   ride  with  me  incog,  and 

set  me  talking !    But  if  I  know  you,  you  11  preshede 

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me,  if  you  please  !  Spy  ! '  And  the  fellow,  crim- 
son with  drink  and  injured  vanity,  almost  spat  the 
word  into  the  Prince's  face. 

A  horrid  confusion  came  over  Otto.  He  per- 
ceived that  he  had  acted  rudely,  grossly  presuming 
on  his  station.  And  perhaps  a  little  shiver  of 
physical  alarm  mingled  with  his  remorse,  for  the 
fellow  was  very  powerful,  and  not  more  than  half  in 
the  possession  of  his  senses.  '  Take  your  hand  from 
my  rein,'  he  said,  with  a  sufficient  assumption  of 
command ;  and  when  the  man,  rather  to  his  wonder, 
had  obeyed  :  'You  should  understand,  sir,'  he  added, 
'  that  while  I  might  be  glad  to  ride  with  you  as  one 
person  of  sagacity  with  another,  and  so  receive  your 
true  opinions,  it  would  amuse  me  very  little  to  hear 
the  empty  compliments  you  would  address  to  me  as 
Prince.' 

*  You  think  I  would  lie,  do  you  ? '  cried  the  man 
with  the  bottle,  purpling  deeper. 

'  I  know  you  would,'  returned  Otto,  entering 
entirely  into  his  self-possession.  'You  would  not 
even  show  me  the  medal  you  wear  about  your  neck.' 
For  he  had  caught  a  glimpse  of  a  green  ribbon  at 
the  fellow's  throat. 

The  change  was  instantaneous :  the  red  face 
became  mottled  with  yellow  ;  a  thick-fingered, 
tottering  hand  made  a  clutch  at  the  tell-tale  ribbon. 
'  Medal ! '  the  man  cried,  wonderfully  sobered.  '  I 
have  no  medal.' 

'  Pardon  me,'  said  the  Prince.  '  I  will  even  tell 
you  what   that   medal   bears :    a  Phoenix   burning, 

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IN  WHICH  THE  PRINCE 

with  the  word  Libertas.'  The  medallist  remaining 
speechless,  'You  are  a  pretty  fellow,'  continued 
Otto,  smiling,  'to  complain  of  incivility  from  the 
man  whom  you  conspire  to  murder.' 

'  Murder ! '  protested  the  man.  '  Nay,  never  that ; 
nothing  criminal  for  me  ! ' 

'You  are  strangely  misinformed,'  said  Otto. 
'  Conspiracy  itself  is  criminal,  and  ensures  the  pain 
of  death.  Nay,  sir,  death  it  is  ;  I  will  guarantee  my 
accuracy.  Not  that  you  need  be  so  deplorably 
affected,  for  I  am  no  officer.  But  those  who  mingle 
with  politics  should  look  at  both  sides  of  the  medal.' 

'Your  Highness  .  .  .'began  the  knight  of  the 
bottle. 

'  Nonsense  !  you  are  a  Republican,'  cried  Otto ; 
'  what  have  you  to  do  with  highnesses  ?  But  let  us 
continue  to  ride  forward.  Since  you  so  much  desire 
it,  I  cannot  find  it  in  my  heart  to  deprive  you  of  my 
company.  And  for  that  matter,  I  have  a  question 
to  address  to  you.  Why,  being  so  great  a  body  of 
men — for  you  are  a  great  body — fifteen  thousand,  I 
have  heard,  but  that  will  be  understated ;  am  I 
right  ? ' 

The  man  gurgled  in  his  throat. 

'Why,  then,  being  so  considerable  a  party,'  re- 
sumed Otto,  '  do  you  not  come  before  me  boldly 
with  your  wants  ? — what  do  I  say  ?  with  your  com- 
mands ?  Have  I  the  name  of  being  passionately 
devoted  to  my  throne  ?  I  can  scarce  suppose  it. 
Come,  then ;  show  me  your  majority,  and  I  will 
instantly  resign.  Tell  this  to  your  friends ;  assure 
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them  from  me  of  my  docility ;  assure  them  that, 
however  they  conceive  of  my  deficiencies,  they 
cannot  suppose  me  more  unfit  to  be  a  ruler  than  I 
do  myself.  I  am  one  of  the  worst  princes  in 
Europe  ;  will  they  improve  on  that  ? ' 

'  Far  be  it  from  me  .  .  .'  the  man  began. 

'  See,  now,  if  you  will  not  defend  my  government !' 
cried  Otto.  '  If  I  were  you,  I  would  leave  con- 
spiracies. You  are  as  little  fit  to  be  a  conspirator 
as  I  to  be  a  king.' 

*  One  thing  I  will  say  out,'  said  the  man.  '  It  is 
not  so  much  you  that  we  complain  of,  it's  your 
lady.' 

'  Not  a  word,  sir,'  said  the  Prince  ;  and  then  after 
a  moment's  pause,  and  in  tones  of  some  anger  and 
contempt :  *  I  once  more  advise  you  to  have  done 
with  politics,'  he  added  ;  '  and  when  next  I  see  you, 
let  me  see  you  sober.  A  morning  drunkard  is  the 
last  man  to  sit  on  judgment  even  upon  the  worst 
of  princes. ' 

'  I  have  had  a  drop,  but  I  had  not  been  drinking,' 
the  man  replied,  triumphing  in  a  sound  distinction. 
'  And  if  I  had,  what  then  ?  Nobody  hangs  by  me. 
But  my  mill  is  standing  idle,  and  I  blame  it  on 
your  wife.  Am  I  alone  in  that?  Go  round  and 
ask.  Where  are  the  mills  ?  Where  are  the  young 
men  that  should  be  working  ?  Where  is  the  cur- 
rency ?  All  paralysed.  No,  sir,  it  is  not  equal ; 
for  I  suffer  for  your  faults — I  pay  for  them,  by 
George,  out  of  a  poor  man's  pocket.  And  what 
have  you  to  do  with  mine  ?     Drunk  or  sober,  I  can 

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IN  WHICH  THE  PRINCE 

see  my  country  going  to  hell,  and  I  can  see  whose 
fault  it  is.  And  so  now,  I  've  said  my  say,  and  you 
may  drag  me  to  a  stinking  dungeon  ;  what  care  I  ? 
I  've  spoke  the  truth,  and  so  1 11  hold  hard,  and  not 
intrude  upon  your  Highness's  society.' 

And  the  miller  reined  up  and,  clumsily  enough, 
saluted. 

'  You  will  observe,  I  have  not  asked  your  name,' 
said  Otto.  '  I  wish  you  a  good  ride,'  and  he  rode 
on  hard.  But  let  him  ride  as  he  pleased,  this  in- 
terview with  the  miller  was  a  chokepear,  which  he 
could  not  swallow.  He  had  begun  by  receiving  a 
reproof  in  manners,  and  ended  by  sustaining  a  defeat 
in  logic,  both  from  a  man  whom  he  despised.  All 
his  old  thoughts  returned  with  fresher  venom.  And 
by  three  in  the  afternoon,  coming  to  the  cross-roads 
for  Beckstein,  Otto  decided  to  turn  aside  and  dine 
there  leisurely.  Nothing  at  least  could  be  worse 
than  to  go  on  as  he  was  going. 

In  the  inn  at  Beckstein  he  remarked,  immediately 
upon  his  entrance,  an  intelligent  young  gentleman 
dining,  with  a  book  in  front  of  him.  He  had  his 
own  place  laid  close  to  the  reader,  and  with  a  proper 
apology,  broke  ground  by  asking  what  he  read. 

'  I  am  perusing,'  answered  the  young  gentleman, 
'  the  last  work  of  the  Herr  Doctor  Hohenstockwitz, 
cousin  and  librarian  of  your  Prince  here  in  Griine- 
wald — a  man  of  great  erudition  and  some  lambencies 
of  wit.' 

'  I   am   acquainted,'   said   Otto,    '  with  the   Herr 
Doctor,  though  not  yet  with  his  work.' 
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*  Two  privileges  that  I  must  envy  you,'  replied  the 
young  man  politely  :  '  an  honour  in  hand,  a  pleasure 
in  the  bush.' 

'  The  Herr  Doctor  is  a  man  much  respected,  I 
believe,  for  his  attainments  ? '  asked  the  Prince. 

*  He  is,  sir,  a  remarkable  instance  of  the  force  of 
intellect,'  replied  the  reader.  'Who  of  our  young 
men  know  anything  of  his  cousin,  all-reigning  Prince 
although  he  be  ?  Who  but  has  heard  of  Doctor 
Gotthold  ?  But  intellectual  merit,  alone  of  all  dis- 
tinctions, has  its  base  in  nature.' 

'  I  have  the  gratification  of  addressing  a  student — 
perhaps  an  author  ? '  Otto  suggested. 

The  young  man  somewhat  flushed.  '  I  have  some 
claim  to  both  distinctions,  sir,  as  you  suppose,'  said 
he  ;  '  there  is  my  card.  I  am  the  licentiate  Roederer, 
author  of  several  works  on  the  theory  and  practice 
of  politics.' 

'  You  immensely  interest  me,'  said  the  Prince ; 
'  the  more  so  as  I  gather  that  here  in  Grunewald  we 
are  on  the  brink  of  revolution.  Pray,  since  these 
have  been  your  special  studies,  would  you  augur 
hopefully  of  such  a  movement  ? ' 

'  I  perceive,'  said  the  young  author,  with  a  certain 
vinegary  twitch,  '  that  you  are  unacquainted  with 
my  opuscula.  I  am  a  convinced  authoritarian.  I 
share  none  of  those  illusory,  Utopian  fancies  with 
which  empirics  blind  themselves  and  exasperate  the 
ignorant.  The  day  of  these  ideas  is,  believe  me, 
past,  or  at  least  passing.' 

'  When  I  look  about  me '  began  Otto. 

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'When  you  look  about  you,'  interrupted  the 
licentiate,  '  you  behold  the  ignorant.  But  in  the 
laboratory  of  opinion,  beside  the  studious  lamp,  we 
begin  already  to  discard  these  figments.  We  begin 
to  return  to  nature's  order,  to  what  I  might  call,  if 
I  were  to  borrow  from  the  language  of  therapeutics, 
the  expectant  treatment  of  abuses.  You  will  not 
misunderstand  me,'  he  continued  :  '  a  country  in  the 
condition  in  which  we  find  Grunewald,  a  prince  such 
as  your  Prince  Otto,  we  must  explicitly  condemn ; 
they  are  behind  the  age.  But  I  would  look  for  a 
remedy  not  to  brute  convulsions,  but  to  the  natural 
supervenience  of  a  more  able  sovereign.  I  should 
amuse  you,  perhaps,'  added  the  licentiate,  with  a 
smile,  '  I  think  I  should  amuse  you  if  I  were  to 
explain  my  notion  of  a  prince.  We  who  have 
studied  in  the  closet,  no  longer,  in  this  age,  propose 
ourselves  for  active  service.  The  paths,  we  have 
perceived,  are  incompatible.  I  would  not  have  a 
student  on  the  throne,  though  I  would  have  one 
near  by  for  an  adviser.  I  would  set  forward  as 
prince  a  man  of  a  good,  medium  understanding, 
lively  rather  than  deep  ;  a  man  of  courtly  manner, 
possessed  of  the  double  art  to  ingratiate  and  to 
command  ;  receptive,  accommodating,  seductive.  I 
have  been  observing  you  since  your  first  entrance. 
Well,  sir,  were  I  a  subject  of  Grunewald  I  should 
pray  heaven  to  set  upon  the  seat  of  government  just 
such  another  as  yourself.' 

*  The  devil  you  would ! '  exclaimed  the  Prince. 

The  licentiate  Roederer  laughed  most  heartily. 
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*  I  thought  I  should  astonish  you,'  he  said.     '  These 
are  not  the  ideas  of  the  masses.' 

*  They  are  not,  I  can  assure  you,'  Otto  said. 

*  Or  rather,'  distinguished  the  licentiate,  '  not  to- 
day. The  time  will  come,  however,  when  these 
ideas  shall  prevail.' 

*  You  will  permit  me,  sir,  to  doubt  it,'  said  Otto. 

*  Modesty  is  always  admirable,'  chuckled  the 
theorist.  '  But  yet  I  assure  you,  a  man  like  you, 
with  such  a  man  as,  say,  Doctor  Gotthold  at  your 
elbow,  would  be,  for  all  practical  issues,  my  ideal 
ruler.' 

At  this  rate  the  hours  sped  pleasantly  for  Otto. 
But  the  licentiate  unfortunately  slept  that  night  at 
Beckstein,  where  he  was,  being  dainty  in  the  saddle 
and  given  to  half  stages.  And  to  find  a  convoy  to 
Mittwalden,  and  thus  mitigate  the  company  of  his 
own  thoughts,  the  Prince  had  to  make  favour  with 
a  certain  party  of  wood  merchants  from  various  states 
of  the  empire,  who  had  been  drinking  together  some- 
what noisily  at  the  far  end  of  the  apartment. 

The  night  had  already  fallen  when  they  took  the 
saddle.  The  merchants  were  very  loud  and  mirth- 
ful ;  each  had  a  face  like  a  nor' west  moon  ;  and  they 
played  pranks  with  each  others'  horses,  and  mingled 
songs  and  choruses,  and  alternately  remembered  and 
forgot  the  companion  of  their  ride.  Otto  thus  com- 
bined society  and  solitude,  hearkening  now  to  their 
chattering  and  empty  talk,  now  to  the  voices  of  the 
encircling  forest.  The  starlit  dark,  the  faint  wood 
airs,   the  clank  of  the  horse-shoes  making  broken 

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music,  accorded  together  and  attuned  his  mind. 
And  he  was  still  in  a  most  equal  temper  when  the 
party  reached  the  top  of  that  long  hill  that  overlooks 
Mittwalden. 

Down  in  the  bottom  of  a  bowl  of  forest,  the  lights 
of  the  little  formal  town  glittered  in  a  pattern,  street 
crossing  street ;  away  by  itself  on  the  right,  the 
palace  was  glowing  like  a  factory. 

Although  he  knew  not  Otto,  one  of  the  wood 
merchants  was  a  native  of  the  state.  '  There,'  said 
he,  pointing  to  the  palace  with  his  whip,  'there  is 
Jezebel's  inn.' 

'  What,  do  you  call  it  that? '  cried  another,  laughing. 

'  Ay,  that 's  what  they  call  it,'  returned  the  Griine- 
walder ;  and  he  broke  into  a  song,  which  the  rest, 
as  people  well  acquainted  with  the  words  and  air, 
instantly  took  up  in  chorus.  Her  Serene  Highness 
Amalia  Seraphina,  Princess  of  Griinewald,  was  the 
heroine,  Gondremark  the  hero  of  this  ballad.  Shame 
hissed  in  Otto's  ears.  He  reined  up  short  and  sat 
stunned  in  the  saddle  ;  and  the  singers  continued  to 
descend  the  hill  without  him. 

The  song  went  to  a  rough,  swashing,  popular  air  ; 
and  long  after  the  words  became  inaudible  the  swing 
of  the  music,  rising  and  falling,  echoed  insult  in  the 
Prince's  brain.  He  fled  the  sounds.  Hard  by  him 
on  his  right  a  road  struck  towards  the  palace,  and 
he  followed  it  through  the  thick  shadows  and  branch- 
ing alleys  of  the  park.  It  was  a  busy  place  on  a 
fine  summer's  afternoon,  when  the  court  and  burghers 
met  and  saluted ;  but  at  that  hour  of  the  night  in 
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the  early  spring  it  was  deserted  to  the  roosting  birds. 
Hares  rustled  among  the  covert ;  here  and  there  a 
statue  stood  glimmering,  with  its  eternal  gesture  ; 
here  and  there  the  echo  of  an  imitation  temple 
clattered  ghostly  to  the  trampling  of  the  mare.  Ten 
minutes  brought  him  to  the  upper  end  of  his  own 
home  garden,  where  the  small  stables  opened,  over  a 
bridge,  upon  the  park.  The  yard  clock  was  striking 
the  hour  of  ten  ;  so  was  the  big  bell  in  the  palace 
bell-tower  ;  and,  farther  off,  the  belfries  of  the  town. 
About  the  stable  all  else  was  silent  but  the  stamping 
of  stalled  horses  and  the  rattle  of  halters.  Otto 
dismounted  ;  and  as  he  did  so  a  memory  came  back 
to  him  :  a  whisper  of  dishonest  grooms  and  stolen 
corn,  once  heard,  long  forgotten,  and  now  recurring 
in  the  nick  of  opportunity.  He  crossed  the  bridge, 
and,  going  up  to  a  window,  knocked  six  or  seven 
heavy  blows  in  a  particular  cadence,  and,  as  he  did 
so,  smiled.  Presently  a  wicket  was  opened  in  the 
gate,  and  a  man's  head  appeared  in  the  dim  starlight. 

*  Nothing  to-night,'  said  a  voice. 

'  Bring  a  lantern,'  said  the  Prince. 

'  Dear  heart  a'  mercy  ! '  cried  the  groom.  *  Who 's 
that  ? ' 

'  It  is  I,  the  Prince,'  replied  Otto.  '  Bring  a  lan- 
tern, take  in  the  mare,  and  let  me  through  into  the 
garden.' 

The  man  remained  silent  for  a  while,  his  head  still 
projecting  through  the  wicket. 

'*■  His  Highness  ! '  he  said  at  last.  *  And  why  did 
your  Highness  knock  so  strange  ? ' 

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'It  is  a  superstition  in  Mittwalden,'  answered 
Otto,  '  that  it  cheapens  corn.' 

With  a  sound  like  a  sob  the  groom  fled.  He  was 
very  white  when  he  returned,  even  by  the  light  of 
the  lantern  ;  and  his  hand  trembled  as  he  undid  the 
fastenings  and  took  the  mare. 

'  Your  Highness,'  he  began  at  last,  '  for  God's 
sake  .  .  .'  And  there  he  paused,  oppressed  with 
guilt. 

'  For  God's  sake,  what  ? '  asked  Otto  cheerfully. 
'  For  God's  sake  let  us  have  cheaper  corn,  say  I. 
Good-night ! '  And  he  strode  off  into  the  garden, 
leaving  the  groom  petrified  once  more. 

The  garden  descended  by  a  succession  of  stone 
terraces  to  the  level  of  the  fish-pond.  On  the  far 
side  the  ground  rose  again,  and  was  crowned  by  the 
confused  roofs  and  gables  of  the  palace.  The 
modern  pillared  front,  the  ball-room,  the  great  library, 
the  princely  apartments,  the  busy  and  illuminated 
quarters  of  that  great  house,  all  faced  the  town. 
The  garden  side  was  much  older ;  and  here  it  was 
almost  dark  ;  only  a  few  windows  quietly  lighted 
at  various  elevations.  The  great  square  tower  rose 
thinning  by  stages  like  a  telescope  ;  and  on  the  top 
of  all  the  flag  hung  motionless. 

The  garden,  as  it  now  lay  in  the  dusk  and  glimmer 
of  the  starshine,  breathed  of  April  violets.  Under 
night's  cavern  arch  the  shrubs  obscurely  bustled. 
Through  the  plotted  terraces  and  down  the  marble 
stairs  the  Prince  rapidly  descended,  fleeing  before 
uncomfortable  thoughts.  But,  alas !  from  these 
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there  is  no  city  of  refuge.  And  now,  when  he  was 
about  midway  of  the  descent,  distant  strains  of 
music  began  to  fall  upon  his  ear  from  the  ball-room, 
where  the  court  was  dancing.  They  reached  him 
faint  and  broken,  but  they  touched  the  keys  of 
memory ;  and  through  and  above  them,  Otto  heard 
the  ranting  melody  of  the  wood-merchants'  song. 
Mere  blackness  seized  upon  his  mind.  Here  he  was 
coming  home ;  the  wife  was  dancing,  the  husband 
had  been  playing  a  trick  upon  a  lackey  ;  and  mean- 
while, all  about  them,  they  were  a  by-word  to  their 
subjects.  Such  a  prince,  such  a  husband,  such  a 
man,  as  this  Otto  had  become !  And  he  sped  the 
faster  onward. 

Some  way  below  he  came  unexpectedly  upon  a 
sentry ;  yet  a  little  farther,  and  he  was  challenged 
by  a  second ;  and  as  he  crossed  the  bridge  over  the 
fish-pond  an  officer  making  the  rounds  stopped  him 
once  more.  The  parade  of  watch  was  more  than 
usual ;  but  curiosity  was  dead  in  Otto's  mind,  and 
he  only  chafed  at  the  interruption.  The  porter  of 
the  back  postern  admitted  him,  and  started  to  be- 
hold him  so  disordered.  Thence,  hasting  by  private 
stairs  and  passages,  he  came  at  length  unseen  to  his 
own  chamber,  tore  off  his  clothes,  and  threw  himself 
upon  his  bed  in  the  dark.  The  music  of  the  ball- 
room still  continued  to  a  very  lively  measure  ;  and 
still,  behind  that,  he  heard  in  spirit  the  chorus  of  the 
merchants  clanking  down  the  hill. 


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OF  LOVE   AND   POLITICS 


CHAPTER    I 

WHAT   HAPPENED    IN    THE   LIBRARY 

At  a  quarter  before  six  on  the  following  morning 
Doctor  Gotthold  was  already  at  his  desk  in  the 
library  ;  and  with  a  small  cup  of  black  coffee  at  his 
elbow,  and  an  eye  occasionally  wandering  to  the 
busts  and  the  long  array  of  many-coloured  books, 
was  quietly  reviewing  the  labours  of  the  day  before. 
He  was  a  man  of  about  forty,  flaxen-haired,  with 
refined  features  a  little  worn,  and  bright  eyes  some- 
what faded.  Early  to  bed  and  early  to  rise,  his  life 
was  devoted  to  two  things  :  erudition  and  Rhine 
wine.  An  ancient  friendship  existed  latent  between 
him  and  Otto  ;  they  rarely  met,  but  when  they  did 
it  was  to  take  up  at  once  the  thread  of  their  sus- 
pended intimacy.  Gotthold,  the  virgin  priest  of 
knowledge,  had  envied  his  cousin,  for  half  a  day, 
when  he  was  married  ;  he  had  never  envied  him  his 
throne. 

Reading  was  not  a  popular  diversion  at  the  court 
of  Griinewald ;  and  that  great,  pleasant,  sunshiny 
gallery  of  books  and  statues  was,  in  practice,  Gott- 

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hold's  private  cabinet.  On  this  particular  Wednes- 
day morning,  however,  he  had  not  been  long  about 
his  manuscript  when  a  door  opened  and  the  Prince 
stepped  into  the  apartment.  The  doctor  watched 
him  as  he  drew  near,  receiving,  from  each  of  the 
embayed  windows  in  succession,  a  flush  of  morning 
sun  ;  and  Otto  looked  so  gay,  and  walked  so  airily, 
he  was  so  well  dressed  and  brushed  and  frizzled,  so 
point-device,  and  of  such  a  sovereign  elegance,  that 
the  heart  of  his  cousin  the  recluse  was  rather  moved 
against  him. 

'Good-morning,  Gotthold,'  said  Otto,  dropping 
in  a  chair. 

'  Good-morning,  Otto,'  returned  the  librarian. 
'  You  are  an  early  bird.  Is  this  an  accident,  or  do 
you  begin  reforming  ? ' 

'  It  is  about  time,  I  fancy,'  answered  the  Prince. 

'  I  cannot  imagine,'  said  the  Doctor.  '  I  am  too 
sceptical  to  be  an  ethical  adviser  ;  and  as  for  good 
resolutions,  I  believed  in  them  when  I  was  young. 
They  are  the  colours  of  hope's  rainbow.' 

'  If  you  come  to  think  of  it,'  said  Otto,  '  I  am  not 
a  popular  sovereign.'  And  with  a  look  he  changed 
his  statement  to  a  question. 

'  Popular  ?  Well,  there  I  would  distinguish,' 
answered  Gotthold,  leaning  back  and  joining  the 
tips  of  his  fingers.  '  There  are  various  kinds  of 
popularity :  the  bookish,  which  is  perfectly  imper- 
sonal, as  unreal  as  the  nightmare ;  the  politician's,  a 
mixed  variety ;  and  yours,  which  is  the  most  per- 
sonal of  all.  Women  take  to  you ;  footmen  adore 
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you ;  it  is  as  natural  to  like  you  as  to  pat  a  dog ; 
and  were  you  a  saw-miller  you  would  be  the  most 
popular  citizen  in  Griinewald.  As  a  prince — well, 
you  are  in  the  wrong  trade.  It  is  perhaps  philoso- 
phical to  recognise  it  as  you  do.' 

'  Perhaps  philosophical  ? '  repeated  Otto. 

1  Yes,  perhaps.  I  would  not  be  dogmatic,'  answered 
Gotthold. 

*  Perhaps  philosophical,  and  certainly  not  virtuous,' 
Otto  resumed. 

'Not  of  a  Roman  virtue,'  chuckled  the  re- 
cluse. 

Otto  drew  his  chair  nearer  to  the  table,  leaned 
upon  it  with  his  elbow,  and  looked  his  cousin 
squarely  in  the  face.  'In  short,'  he  asked,  'not 
manly  ? ' 

'Well,'  Gotthold  hesitated,  'not  manly,  if  you 
will.'  And  then,  with  a  laugh,  'I  did  not  know 
that  you  gave  yourself  out  to  be  manly,'  he  added. 
'It  was  one  of  the  points  that  I  inclined  to  like 
about  you ;  inclined,  I  believe,  to  admire.  The 
names  of  virtues  exercise  a  charm  on  most  of  us ; 
we  must  lay  claim  to  all  of  them,  however  incom- 
patible ;  we  must  all  be  both  daring  and  prudent ; 
we  must  all  vaunt  our  pride  and  go  to  the  stake  for 
our  humility.  Not  so  you.  Without  compromise 
you  were  yourself:  a  pretty  sight.  I  have  always 
said  it :  none  so  void  of  all  pretence  as  Otto.' 

'  Pretence  and  effort  both  ! '  cried  Otto.  '  A  dead 
dog  in  a  canal  is  more  alive.  And  the  question, 
Gotthold,  the  question  that  I  have  to  face  is  this : 

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Can  I   not,  with  effort  and  self-denial,  can  I  not 
become  a  tolerable  sovereign  ? ' 

'  Never,'  replied  Gotthold.  '  Dismiss  the  notion. 
And  besides,  dear  child,  you  would  not  try.' 

'  Nay,  Gotthold,  I  am  not  to  be  put  by,'  said  Otto. 
'■■If  I  am  constitutionally  unfit  to  be  a  sovereign, 
what  am  I  doing  with  this  money,  with  this  palace, 
with  these  guards  ?  And  I — a  thief — am  to  execute 
the  law  on  others  ? ' 

'  I  admit  the  difficulty,'  said  Gotthold. 

'  Well,  can  I  not  try  ? '  continued  Otto.  '  Am  I 
not  bound  to  try  ?  And  with  the  advice  and  help  of 
such  a  man  as  you -' 

'  Me  ! '  cried  the  librarian.    '  Now,  God  forbid ! ' 

Otto,  though  he  was  in  no  very  smiling  humour, 
could  not  forbear  to  smile.  'Yet  I  was  told  last 
night,'  he  laughed,  'that  with  a  man  like  me  to 
impersonate,  and  a  man  like  you  to  touch  the 
springs,  a  very  possible  government  could  be  com- 
posed.' 

'  Now  I  wonder  in  what  diseased  imagination,' 
Gotthold  said,  'that  preposterous  monster  saw  the 
light  of  day  ? ' 

'  It  was  one  of  your  own  trade — a  writer :  one 
Roederer,'  said  Otto. 

'  Roederer!  an  ignorant  puppy!'  cried  the  librarian. 

'You  are  ungrateful,'  said  Otto.  'He  is  one  of 
your  professed  admirers.' 

'Is    he ? '    cried    Gotthold,   obviously    impressed. 
'  Come,  that  is  a  good  account  of  the  young  man. 
I  must  read  his  stuff  again.     It  is  the  rather  to  his 
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credit,  as  our  views  are  opposite.  The  east  and  west 
are  not  more  opposite.  Can  I  have  converted  him  ? 
But  no ;  the  incident  belongs  to  Fairyland.' 

'  You  are  not  then,'  asked  the  Prince,  *  an  authori- 
tarian ? ' 

'  I  ?  God  bless  me,  no ! '  said  Gotthold.  '  I  am  a 
red,  dear  child.' 

*  That  brings  me  then  to  my  next  point,  and  by  a 
natural  transition.  If  I  am  so  clearly  unfitted  for 
my  post,'  the  Prince  asked  :  '  If  my  friends  admit  it, 
if  my  subjects  clamour  for  my  downfall,  if  revolution 
is  preparing  at  this  hour,  must  I  not  go  forth  to  meet 
the  inevitable  ?  should  I  not  save  these  horrors  and 
be  done  with  these  absurdities  ?  in  a  word,  should  I 
not  abdicate?  O,  believe  me,  I  feel  the  ridicule, 
the  vast  abuse  of  language,'  he  added,  wincing,  'but 
even  a  principulus  like  me  cannot  resign ;  he  must 
make  a  great  gesture,  and  come  buskined  forth,  and 
abdicate.' 

'Ay,'  said  Gotthold,  'or  else  stay  where  he  is. 
What  gnat  has  bitten  you  to-day  ?  Do  you  not 
know  that  you  are  touching,  with  lay  hands,  the 
very  holiest  inwards  of  philosophy,  where  madness 
dwells  ?  Ay,  Otto,  madness ;  for  in  the  serene 
temples  of  the  wise,  the  inmost  shrine,  which  we 
carefully  keep  locked,  is  full  of  spiders'  webs.  All 
men,  all,  are  fundamentally  useless ;  nature  tolerates, 
she  does  not  need,  she  does  not  use  them  :  sterile 
flowers !  All — down  to  the  fellow  swinking  in  a 
byre,  whom  fools  point  out  for  the  exception — all 
are   useless ;   all   weave   ropes   of  sand ;   or,   like   a 

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child  that  has  breathed  on  a  window,  write  and 
obliterate,  write  and  obliterate,  idle  words !  Talk 
of  it  no  more.  That  way,  I  tell  you,  madness  lies.' 
The  speaker  rose  from  his  chair  and  then  sat  down 
again.  He  laughed  a  little  laugh,  and  then,  chang- 
ing his  tone,  resumed :  '  Yes,  dear  child,  we  are  not 
here  to  do  battle  with  giants ;  we  are  here  to  be 
happy  like  the  flowers,  if  we  can  be.  It  is  because 
you  could,  that  I  have  always  secretly  admired  you. 
Cling  to  that  trade  ;  believe  me,  it  is  the  right  one. 
Be  happy,  be  idle,  be  airy.  To  the  devil  with  all 
casuistry !  and  leave  the  state  to  Gondremark,  as 
heretofore.  He  does  it  well  enough,  they  say ;  and 
his  vanity  enjoys  the  situation.' 

'  Gotthold,'  cried  Otto,  '  what  is  this  to  me  ?  Use- 
less is  not  the  question  ;  I  cannot  rest  at  uselessness ; 
I  must  be  useful  or  I  must  be  noxious — one  or  other. 
I  grant  you  the  whole  thing,  prince  and  principality 
alike,  is  pure  absurdity,  a  stroke  of  satire ;  and  that 
a  banker  or  the  man  who  keeps  an  inn  has  graver 
duties.  But  now,  when  I  have  washed  my  hands  of 
it  three  years,  and  left  all — labour,  responsibility, 
and  honour  and  enjoyment  too,  if  there  be  any — to 
Gondremark  and  to — Seraphina— — '  He  hesitated 
at  the  name,  and  Gotthold  glanced  aside.  *  Well,' 
the  Prince  continued,  '  what  has  come  of  it  ?  Taxes, 
army,  cannon— why,  it 's  like  a  box  of  lead  soldiers  ! 
And  the  people  sick  at  the  folly  of  it,  and  fired  with 
the  injustice  !  And  war,  too — I  hear  of  war — war  in 
this  teapot !  What  a  complication  of  absurdity  and 
disgrace  !  And  when  the  inevitable  end  arrives — 
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the  revolution — who  will  be  to  blame  in  the  sight  of 
God,  who  will  be  gibbeted  in  public  opinion  ?  I ! 
Prince  Puppet ! ' 

'  I  thought  you  had  despised  public  opinion,'  said 
Gotthold. 

'  I  did,'  said  Otto  sombrely,  '  but  now  I  do  not. 
I  am  growing  old.  And  then,  Gotthold,  there  is 
Seraphina.  She  is  loathed  in  this  country  that  I 
brought  her  to  and  suffered  her  to  spoil.  Yes,  I 
gave  it  her  as  a  plaything,  and  she  has  broken  it :  a 
fine  Prince,  an  admirable  Princess !  Even  her  life — 
I  ask  you,  Gotthold,  is  her  life  safe  ? ' 

'  It  is  safe  enough  to-day,'  replied  the  librarian ; 
'  but  since  you  ask  me  seriously,  I  would  not  answer 
for  to-morrow.     She  is  ill-advised.' 

'  And  by  whom  ?  By  this  Gondremark,  to  whom 
you  counsel  me  to  leave  my  country,'  cried  the 
Prince.  '  Rare  advice !  The  course  that  I  have 
been  following  all  these  years,  to  come  at  last  to 
this.  O,  ill-advised  !  if  that  were  all !  See  now, 
there  is  no  sense  in  beating  about  the  bush  between 
two  men  :  you  know  what  scandal  says  of  her  ? ' 

Gotthold,  with  pursed  lips,  silently  nodded. 

'  Well,  come,  you  are  not  very  cheering  as  to  my 
conduct  as  the  Prince ;  have  I  even  done  my  duty 
as  a  husband  ? '  Otto  asked. 

'Nay,  nay,'  said  Gotthold  earnestly  and  eagerly, 
'this  is  another  chapter.  I  am  an  old  celibate, 
an  old  monk.  I  cannot  advise  you  in  your  mar- 
riage.' 

'  Nor  do  I  require  advice,'  said  Otto,  rising.     '  All 

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of  this  must  cease. '  And  he  began  to  walk  to  and 
fro  with  his  hands  behind  his  back. 

'  Well,  Otto,  may  God  guide  you  ! '  said  Gotthold, 
after  a  considerable  silence.     'I  cannot.' 

'  From  what  does  all  this  spring  ? '  said  the  Prince, 
stopping  in  his  walk.  'What  am  I  to  call  it? 
Diffidence  ?  The  fear  of  ridicule  ?  Inverted  vanity  ? 
What  matter  names,  if  it  has  brought  me  to  this  ? 
I  could  never  bear  to  be  bustling  about  nothing ;  I 
was  ashamed  of  this  toy  kingdom  from  the  first ;  I 
could  not  tolerate  that  people  should  fancy  I  believed 
in  a  thing  so  patently  absurd !  I  would  do  nothing 
that  cannot  be  done  smiling.  I  have  a  sense  of 
humour,  forsooth !  I  must  know  better  than  my 
Maker.  And  it  was  the  same  thing  in  my  marriage,' 
he  added  more  hoarsely.  *  I  did  not  believe  this 
girl  could  care  for  me  ;  I  must  not  intrude ;  I  must 
preserve  the  foppery  of  my  indifference.  What  an 
impotent  picture  1 ' 

*  Ay,  we  have  the  same  blood,'  moralised  Gotthold. 
'  You  are  drawing,  with  fine  strokes,  the  character  of 
the  born  sceptic' 

'  Sceptic  ? — coward ! '  cried  Otto.  '  Coward  is 
the  word.  A  springless,  putty-hearted,  cowering 
coward ! ' 

And  as  the  Prince  rapped  out  the  words  in  tones 
of  unusual  vigour,  a  little,  stout  old  gentleman, 
opening  a  door  behind  Gotthold,  received  them 
fairly  in  the  face.  With  his  parrot's  beak  for  a 
nose,  his  pursed  mouth,  his  little  goggling  eyes, 
he  was  the  picture  of  formality ;  and  in  ordinary 
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circumstances,  strutting  behind  the  drum  of  his 
corporation,  he  impressed  the  beholder  with  a  cer- 
tain air  of  frozen  dignity  and  wisdom.  But  at  the 
smallest  contrariety,  his  trembling  hands  and  dis- 
connected gestures  betrayed  the  weakness  at  the 
root.  And  now,  when  he  was  thus  surprisingly 
received  in  that  library  of  Mittwalden  Palace,  which 
was  the  customary  haunt  of  silence,  his  hands  went 
up  into  the  air  as  if  he  had  been  shot,  and  he  cried 
aloud  with  the  scream  of  an  old  woman. 

'  O  ! '  he  gasped,  recovering,  '  Your  Highness  !  I 
beg  ten  thousand  pardons.  But  your  Highness  at 
such  an  hour  in  the  library ! — a  circumstance  so 
unusual  as  your  Highness's  presence  was  a  thing  I 
could  not, be  expected  to  foresee.' 

*  There  is  no  harm  done,  Herr  Cancellarius,'  said 
Otto. 

'  I  came  upon  the  errand  of  a  moment :  some 
papers  I  left  over-night  with  the  Herr  Doctor,'  said 
the  Chancellor  of  Grunewald. — '  Herr  Doctor,  if 
you  will  kindly  give  me  them,  I  will  intrude  no 
longer.' 

Gotthold  unlocked  a  drawer  and  handed  a  bundle 
of  manuscript  to  the  old  gentleman,  who  prepared, 
with  fitting  salutations,  to  take  his  departure. 

'  Herr  Greisengesang,  since  we  have  met,'  said 
Otto,  'let  us  talk.' 

'  I  am  honoured  by  his  Highness's  commands,' 
replied  the  Chancellor. 

'  All  has  been  quiet  since  I  left  ? '  asked  the  Prince, 
resuming  his  seat. 

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'The  usual  business,  your  Highness,'  answered 
Greisengesang ;  '  punctual  trifles :  huge,  indeed,  if 
neglected,  but  trifles  when  discharged.  Your  High- 
ness is  most  zealously  obeyed.' 

'  Obeyed,  Herr  Cancellarius  ? '  returned  the  Prince. 
'And  when  have  I  obliged  you  with  an  order?  He- 
placed,  let  us  rather  say.  But  to  touch  upon  these 
trifles  ;  instance  me  a  few.' 

'The  routine  of  government,  from  which  your 
Highness  has  so  wisely  dissociated  his  leisure  .  .  .' 
began  Greisengesang. 

'  We  will  leave  my  leisure,  sir,'  said  Otto. 
'Approach  the  facts.' 

'The  routine  of  business  was  proceeded  with,' 
replied  the  official,  now  visibly  twittering. 

'  It  is  very  strange,  Herr  Cancellarius,  that  you 
should  so  persistently  avoid  my  questions,'  said  the 
Prince.  'You  tempt  me  to  suppose  a  purpose  in 
your  dulness.  I  have  asked  you  whether  all  was 
quiet ;  do  me  the  pleasure  to  reply.' 

'  Perfectly — O,  perfectly  quiet,'  jerked  the  ancient 
puppet,  with  every  signal  of  untruth. 

*  I  make  a  note  of  these  words,'  said  the  Prince 
gravely.  'You  assure  me,  your  sovereign,  that 
since  the  date  of  my  departure  nothing  has  occurred 
of  which  you  owe  me  an  account.' 

'  I  take  your  Highness,  I  take  the  Herr  Doctor  to 
witness,'  cried  Greisengesang,  'that  I  have  had  no 
such  expression.' 

'  Halt ! '  said  the  Prince ;  and  then,  after  a  pause : 
'  Herr  Greisengesang,  you  are  an  old  man,  and  you 
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served  my  father  before  you  served  me,'  he  added. 
'  It  consists  neither  with  your  dignity  nor  mine  that 
you  should  babble  excuses  and  stumble^,  possibly 
upon  untruths.  Collect  your  thoughts ;  and  then 
categorically  inform  me  of  all  you  have  been  charged 
to  hide.' 

Gotthold,  stooping  very  low  over  his  desk, 
appeared  to  have  resumed  his  labours ;  but  his 
shoulders  heaved  with  subterranean  merriment. 
The  Prince  waited,  drawing  his  handkerchief 
quietly  through  his  fingers. 

'Your  Highness,  in  this  informal  manner,'  said 
the  old  gentleman  at  last,  'and  being  unavoidably 
deprived  of  documents,  it  would  be  difficult,  it 
would  be  impossible,  to  do  justice  to  the  somewhat 
grave  occurrences  which  have  transpired.' 

'I  will  not  criticise  your  attitude,'  replied  the 
Prince.  'I  desire  that,  between  you  and  me,  all 
should  be  done  gently ;  for  I  have  not  forgotten, 
my  old  friend,  that  you  were  kind  to  me  from  the 
first,  and  for  a  period  of  years  a  faithful  servant. 
I  will  thus  dismiss  the  matters  on  which  you  waive 
immediate  inquiry.  But  you  have  certain  papers 
actually  in  your  hand.  Come,  Herr  Greisengesang, 
there  is  at  least  one  point  for  which  you  have  au- 
thority.    Enlighten  me  on  that.' 

'  On  that  ? '  cried  the  old  gentleman.  '  O,  that  is 
a  trifle  ;  a  matter,  your  Highness,  of  police  ;  a  detail 
of  a  purely  administrative  order.  These  are  simply 
a  selection  of  the  papers  seized  upon  the  English 
traveller.' 

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'  Seized  ? '  echoed  Otto.  '  In  what  sense  ?  Ex- 
plain yourself.' 

■  Sir  Jghn  Crabtree,'  interposed  Gotthold,  looking 
up,  '  was  arrested  yesterday  evening.' 

'  Is  this  so,  Herr  Cancellarius  ? '  demanded  Otto 
sternly. 

'It  was  judged  right,  your  Highness,'  protested 
Greisengesang.  '  The  decree  was  in  due  form,  in- 
vested with  your  Highness's  authority  by  procura- 
tion. I  am  but  an  agent ;  I  had  no  status  to 
prevent  the  measure.' 

'  This  man,  my  guest,  has  been  arrested,'  said  the 
Prince.  '  On  what  grounds,  sir  ?  With  what  colour 
of  pretence  ? ' 

The  Chancellor  stammered. 

'Your  Highness  will  perhaps  find  the  reason  in 
these  documents,'  said  Gotthold,  pointing  with  the 
tail  of  his  pen. 

Otto  thanked  his  cousin  with  a  look.  '  Give  them 
to  me,'  he  said,  addressing  the  Chancellor. 

But  that  gentleman  visibly  hesitated  to  obey. 
'Baron  von  Gondremark,'  he  said,  'has  made  the 
affair  his  own.  I  am  in  this  case  a  mere  messenger ; 
and  as  such,  I  am  not  clothed  with  any  capacity  to 
communicate  the  documents  I  carry.  Herr  Doctor, 
I  am  convinced  you  will  not  fail  to  bear  me  out.' 

'  I  have  heard  a  great  deal  of  nonsense,'  said  Gott- 
hold, '  and  most  of  it  from  you  ;  but  this  beats  all.' 

'  Come,  sir,'  said  Otto,  rising,  '  the  papers.  I  com- 
mand.' 

Herr  Greisengesang  instantly  gave  way. 
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'With  your  Highness's  permission,'  he  said,  'and 
laying  at  his  feet  my  most  submiss  apologies,  1  will 
now  hasten  to  attend  his  further  orders  in  the 
Chancery.' 

'Herr  Cancellarius,  do  you  see  this  chair?'  said 
Otto.  '  There  is  where  you  shall  attend  my  further 
orders.  O,  now,  no  more ! '  he  cried,  with  a  ges- 
ture, as  the  old  man  opened  his  lips.  'You  have 
sufficiently  marked  your  zeal  to  your  employer ;  and 
I  begin  to  weary  of  a  moderation  you  abuse.' 

The  Chancellor  moved  to  the  appointed  chair  and 
took  his  seat  in  silence. 

'  And  now,'  said  Otto,  opening  the  roll,  '  what  is 
all  this  ?  it  looks  like  the  manuscript  of  a  book.' 

'  It  is,'  said  Gotthold,  '  the  manuscript  of  a  book 
of  travels.' 

'  You  have  read  it,  Doctor  Hohenstockwitz  ? ' 
asked  the  Prince. 

'  Nay,  I  but  saw  the  title-page,'  replied  Gotthold. 
'  But  the  roll  was  given  to  me  open,  and  I  heard  no 
word  of  any  secrecy.' 

Otto  dealt  the  Chancellor  an  angry  glance. 

'  I  see,'  he  went  on.  '  The  papers  of  an  author 
seized  at  this  date  of  the  world's  history,  in  a  state 
so  petty  and  so  ignorant  as  Griinewald,  here  is  indeed 
an  ignominious  folly.  Sir,'  to  the  Chancellor,  '  I 
marvel  to  find  you  in  so  scurvy  an  employment. 
On  your  conduct  to  your  Prince  I  will  not  dwell ; 
but  to  descend  to  be  a  spy  !  For  what  else  can  it 
be  called  ?  To  seize  the  papers  of  this  gentleman, 
the  private  papers  of  a  stranger,  the  toil  of  a  life, 

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WHAT  HAPPENED 

perhaps — to  open,  and  to  read  them.  And  what 
have  we  to  do  with  books  ?  The  Herr  Doctor  might 
perhaps  be  asked  for  his  advice ;  but  we  have  no 
index  eocpur gator ius  in  Griinewald.  Had  we  but 
that,  we  should  be  the  most  absolute  parody  and 
farce  upon  this  tawdry  earth.' 

Yet,  even  while  Otto  spoke,  he  had  continued  to 
unfold  the  roll ;  and  now,  when  it  lay  fully  open, 
his  eye  rested  on  the  title-page,  elaborately  written 
in  red  ink.    It  ran  thus  : 

MEMOIRS 

OF  A  VISIT   TO  THE  VARIOUS 

COURTS  OF  EUROPE, 

BY 

SIR  JOHN  CRABTREE,  BARONET. 

Below  was  a  list  of  chapters,  each  bearing  the 
name  of  one  of  the  European  Courts ;  and  among 
these  the  nineteenth  and  the  last  upon  the  list  was 
dedicated  to  Griinewald. 

6  Ah  !  The  Court  of  Griinewald  ! '  said  Otto,  '  that 
should  be  droll  reading.'  And  his  curiosity  itched 
for  it. 

'A  methodical  dog,  this  English  Baronet,'  said 
Gotthold.  'Each  chapter  written  and  finished  on 
the  spot.     I  shall  look  for  his  work  when  it  appears.' 

'  It  would  be  odd,  now,  just  to  glance  at  it,'  said 
Otto,  wavering. 

Gotthold's  brow  darkened,  and  he  looked  out  of 
window. 
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But  though  the  Prince  understood  the  reproof,  his 
weakness  prevailed.  '  I  will,'  he  said,  with  an  uneasy 
laugh,  '  I  will,  I  think,  just  glance  at  it' 

So  saying,  he  resumed  his  seat  and  spread  the 
traveller's  manuscript  upon  the  table. 


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'  ON    THE    COURT    OF   GRUNEWALD,'  BEING   A    PORTION 
OF    THE    TRAVELLER'S   MANUSCRIPT 

It  may  well  be  asked  (it  was  thus  the  English 
traveller  began  his  nineteenth  chapter)  why  I  should 
have  chosen  Griinewald  out  of  so  many  other  states 
equally  petty,  formal,  dull,  and  corrupt.  Accident, 
indeed,  decided,  and  not  I ;  but  I  have  seen  no 
reason  to  regret  my  visit.  The  spectacle  of  this 
small  society  macerating  in  its  own  abuses  was  not 
perhaps  instructive,  but  I  have  found  it  exceedingly 
diverting. 

The  reigning  Prince,  Otto  Johann  Friedrich,  a 
young  man  of  imperfect  education,  questionable 
valour,  and  no  scintilla  of  capacity,  has  fallen  into 
entire  public  contempt.  It  was  with  difficulty  that 
I  obtained  an  interview,  for  he  is  frequently  absent 
from  a  court  where  his  presence  is  unheeded,  and 
where  his  only  role  is  to  be  a  cloak  for  the  amours 
of  his  wife.  At  last,  however,  on  the  third  occasion 
when  I  visited  the  palace,  I  found  this  sovereign  in 
the  exercise  of  his  inglorious  function,  with  the  wife 
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on  one  hand  and  the  lover  on  the  other.  He  is  not 
ill-looking  ;  he  has  hair  of  a  ruddy  gold,  which  natur- 
ally curls,  and  his  eyes  are  dark,  a  combination  which 
I  always  regard  as  the  mark  of  some  congenital 
deficiency,  physical  or  moral ;  his  features  are 
irregular  but  pleasing;  the  nose  perhaps  a  little 
short,  and  the  mouth  a  little  womanish  ;  his  address 
is  excellent,  and  he  can  express  himself  with  point. 
But  to  pierce  below  these  externals  is  to  come  on  a 
vacuity  of  any  sterling  quality,  a  deliquescence  of 
the  moral  nature,  a  frivolity  and  inconsequence  of 
purpose  that  mark  the  nearly  perfect  fruit  of  a 
decadent  age.  He  has  a  worthless  smattering  of 
many  subjects,  but  a  grasp  of  none.  '  I  soon  weary 
of  a  pursuit,'  he  said  to  me,  laughing ;  it  would 
almost  appear  as  if  he  took  a  pride  in  his  incapacity 
and  lack  of  moral  courage.  The  results  of  his  dilet- 
tanteism  are  to  be  seen  in  every  field ;  he  is  a  bad 
fencer,  a  second-rate  horseman,  dancer,  shot ;  he 
sings — I  have  heard  him — and  he  sings  like  a  child  ; 
he  writes  intolerable  verses  in  more  than  doubtful 
French ;  he  acts  like  the  common  amateur ;  and  in 
short  there  is  no  end  to  the  number  of  the  things 
that  he  does,  and  does  badly.  His  one  manly  taste 
is  for  the  chase.  In  sum,  he  is  but  a  plexus  of 
weaknesses ;  the  singing  chambermaid  of  the  stage, 
tricked  out  in  man's  apparel  and  mounted  on  a 
circus  horse.  I  have  seen  this  poor  phantom  of  a 
prince  riding  out  alone  or  with  a  few  huntsmen, 
disregarded  by  all,  and  I  have  been  even  grieved  for 
the  bearer  of  so  futile  and  melancholy  an  existence. 

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The  last  Merovingians  may  have  looked  not  other- 
wise. 

The  Princess  Amalia  Seraphina,  a  daughter  of 
the  Grand-Ducal  house  of  Toggenburg-Tannhauser, 
would  be  equally  inconsiderable  if  she  were  not  a 
cutting  instrument  in  the  hands  of  an  ambitious 
man.  She  is  much  younger  than  the  Prince,  a  girl 
of  two-and-twenty,  sick  with  vanity,  superficially 
clever,  and  fundamentally  a  fool.  She  has  a  red- 
brown  rolling  eye,  too  large  for  her  face,  and  with 
sparks  of  both  levity  and  ferocity ;  her  forehead  is 
high  and  narrow,  her  figure  thin  and  a  little  stooping. 
Her  manners,  her  conversation,  which  she  interlards 
with  French,  her  very  tastes  and  ambitions,  are 
alike  assumed,  and  the  assumption  is  ungracefully 
apparent :  Hoyden  playing  Cleopatra.  I  should 
judge  her  to  be  incapable  of  truth.  In  private  life 
a  girl  of  this  description  embroils  the  peace  of 
families,  walks  attended  by  a  troop  of  scowling 
swains,  and  passes,  once  at  least,  through  the  divorce 
court ;  it  is  a  common  and,  except  to  the  cynic,  an 
uninteresting  type.  On  the  throne,  however,  and  in 
the  hands  of  a  man  like  Gondremark,  she  may 
become  the  authoress  of  serious  public  evils. 

Gondremark,  the  true  ruler  of  this  unfortunate 
country,  is  a  more  complex  study.  His  position  in 
Griinewald,  to  which  he  is  a  foreigner,  is  eminently 
false;  and  that  he  should  maintain  it  as  he  does, 
a  very  miracle  of  impudence  and  dexterity.  His 
speech,  his  face,  his  policy,  are  all  double :  heads  and 
tails.  Which  of  the  two  extremes  may  be  his  actual 
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design  he  were  a  bold  man  who  should  offer  to 
decide.  Yet  I  will  hazard  the  guess  that  he  follows 
both  experimentally,  and  awaits,  at  the  hand  of 
destiny,  one  of  those  directing  hints  of  which  she  is 
so  lavish  to  the  wise. 

On  the  one  hand,  as  Maire  du  Palais  to  the  in- 
competent Otto,  and  using  the  love-sick  Princess 
for  a  tool  and  mouthpiece,  he  pursues  a  policy  of 
arbitrary  power  and  territorial  aggrandisement.  He 
has  called  out  the  whole  capable  male  population  of 
the  state  to  military  service  ;  he  has  bought  cannon  ; 
he  has  tempted  away  promising  officers  from  foreign 
armies ;  and  he  now  begins,  in  his  international 
relations,  to  assume  the  swaggering  port  and  the 
vague  threatful  language  of  a  bully.  The  idea  of 
extending  Griinewald  may  appear  absurd,  but  the 
little  state  is  advantageously  placed,  its  neighbours 
are  all  defenceless ;  and  if  at  any  moment  the 
jealousies  of  the  greater  courts  should  neutralise  each 
other,  an  active  policy  might  double  the  principality 
both  in  population  and  extent.  Certainly  at  least 
the  scheme  is  entertained  in  the  court  of  Mittwalden  ; 
nor  do  I  myself  regard  it  as  entirely  desperate.  The 
margravate  of  Brandenburg  has  grown  from  as 
small  beginnings  to  a  formidable  power ;  and  though 
it  is  late  in  the  day  to  try  adventurous  policies,  and 
the  age  of  war  seems  ended,  Fortune,  we  must  not 
forget,  still  blindly  turns  her  wheel  for  men  and 
nations.  Concurrently  with,  and  tributary  to,  these 
warlike  preparations,  crushing  taxes  have  been  levied, 
journals   have    been   suppressed,   and    the  country, 

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which  three  years  ago  was  prosperous  and  happy, 
now  stagnates  in  a  forced  inaction,  gold  has  become 
a  curiosity,  and  the  mills  stand  idle  on  the  mountain 
streams. 

On  the  other  hand,  in  his  second  capacity  of 
popular  tribune,  Gondremark  is  the  incarnation  of 
the  free  lodges,  and  sits  at  the  centre  of  an  organised 
conspiracy  against  the  state.  To  any  such  move- 
ment my  sympathies  were  early  acquired,  and  I 
would  not  willingly  let  fall  a  word  that  might 
embarrass  or  retard  the  revolution.  But  to  show 
that  I  speak  of  knowledge,  and  not  as  the  reporter 
of  mere  gossip,  I  may  mention  that  I  have  myself 
been  present  at  a  meeting  where  the  details  of  a 
republican  Constitution  were  minutely  debated  and 
arranged ;  and  I  may  add  that  Gondremark  was 
throughout  referred  to  by  the  speakers  as  their 
captain  in  action  and  the  arbiter  of  their  disputes. 
He  has  taught  his  dupes  (for  so  I  must  regard  them) 
that  his  power  of  resistance  to  the  Princess  is 
limited,  and  at  each  fresh  stretch  of  authority  per- 
suades them,  with  specious  reasons,  to  postpone  the 
hour  of  insurrection.  Thus  (to  give  some  instances 
of  his  astute  diplomacy)  he  salved  over  the  decree 
enforcing  military  service,  under  the  plea  that  to 
be  well  drilled  and  exercised  in  arms  was  even  a 
necessary  preparation  for  revolt.  And  the  other 
day,  when  it  began  to  be  rumoured  abroad  that  a 
war  was  being  forced  on  a  reluctant  neighbour,  the 
Grand  Duke  of  Gerolstein,  and  I  made  sure  it  would 
be  the  signal  for  an  instant  rising,  I  was  struck 
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dumb  with  wonder  to  find  that  even  this  had  been 
prepared  and  was  to  be  accepted.  I  went  from  one 
to  another  in  the  Liberal  camp,  and  all  were  in  the 
same  story,  all  had  been  drilled  and  schooled  and 
fitted  out  with  vacuous  argument.  'The  lads  had 
better  see  some  real  fighting,'  they  said  ;  '  and  besides, 
it  will  be  as  well  to  capture  Gerolstein  :  we  can  then 
extend  to  our  neighbours  the  blessing  of  liberty  on 
the  same  day  that  we  snatch  it  for  ourselves ;  and 
the  republic  will  be  all  the  stronger  to  resist,  if  the 
kings  of  Europe  should  band  themselves  together  to 
reduce  it.'  I  know  not  which  of  the  two  I  should 
admire  the  more  :  the  simplicity  of  the  multitude  or 
the  audacity  of  the  adventurer.  But  such  are  the 
subtleties,  such  the  quibbling  reasons,  with  which  he 
blinds  and  leads  this  people.  How  long  a  course  so 
tortuous  can  be  pursued  with  safety  I  am  incapable 
of  guessing ;  not  long,  one  would  suppose ;  and  yet 
this  singular  man  has  been  treading  the  mazes  for 
five  years,  and  his  favour  at  court  and  his  popularity 
among  the  lodges  still  endure  unbroken. 

I  have  the  privilege  of  slightly  knowing  him. 
Heavily  and  somewhat  clumsily  built,  of  a  vast, 
disjointed,  rambling  frame,  he  can  still  pull  himself 
together,  and  figure,  not  without  admiration,  in  the 
saloon  or  the  ball-room.  His  hue  and  temperament 
are  plentifully  bilious ;  he  has  a  saturnine  eye ;  his 
cheek  is  of  a  dark  blue  where  he  has  been  shaven. 
Essentially  he  is  to  be  numbered  among  the  man- 
haters,  a  convinced  contemner  of  his  fellows.  Yet 
he    is    himself   of   a    commonplace    ambition    and 

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greedy  of  applause.  In  talk,  he  is  remarkable  for  a 
thirst  of  information,  loving  rather  to  hear  than  to 
communicate ;  for  sound  and  studious  views ;  and, 
judging  by  the  extreme  short-sightedness  of  common 
politicians,  for  a  remarkable  prevision  of  events. 
All  this,  however,  without  grace,  pleasantry,  or 
charm,  heavily  set  forth,  with  a  dull  countenance. 
In  our  numerous  conversations,  although  he  has 
always  heard  me  with  deference,  I  have  been  con- 
scious throughout  of  a  sort  of  ponderous  finessing 
hard  to  tolerate.  He  produces  none  of  the  effect  of 
a  gentleman ;  devoid  not  merely  of  pleasantry,  but 
of  all  attention  or  communicative  warmth  of  bearing. 
No  gentleman,  besides,  would  so  parade  his  amours 
with  the  Princess  ;  still  less  repay  the  Prince  for  his 
long-suffering  with  a  studied  insolence  of  demeanour 
and  the  fabrication  of  insulting  nicknames,  such  as 
Prince  Featherhead,  which  run  from  ear  to  ear  and 
create  a  laugh  throughout  the  country.  Gondremark 
has  thus  some  of  the  clumsier  characters  of  the  self- 
made  man,  combined  with  an  inordinate,  almost  a 
besotted,  pride  of  intellect  and  birth.  Heavy,  bilious, 
selfish,  inornate,  he  sits  upon  this  court  and  country 
like  an  incubus. 

But  it  is  probable  that  he  preserves  softer  gifts  for 
necessary  purposes.  Indeed,  it  is  certain,  although 
he  vouchsafed  none  of  it  to  me,  that  this  cold  and 
stolid  politician  possesses  to  a  great  degree  the  art 
of  ingratiation,  and  can  be  all  things  to  all  men. 
Hence  there  has  probably  sprung  up  the  idle  legend 
that  in  private  life  he  is  a  gross  romping  voluptuary. 
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Nothing,  at  least,  can  well  be  more  surprising  than 
the  terms  of  his  connection  with  the  Princess.  Older 
than  her  husband,  certainly  uglier,  and,  according  to 
the  feeble  ideas  common  among  women,  in  every 
particular  less  pleasing,  he  has  not  only  seized  the 
complete  command  of  all  her  thought  and  action, 
but  has  imposed  on  her  in  public  a  humiliating  part. 
I  do  not  here  refer  to  the  complete  sacrifice  of  every 
rag  of  her  reputation ;  for  to  many  women  these 
extremities  are  in  themselves  attractive.  But  there 
is  about  the  court  a  certain  lady  of  a  dishevelled 
reputation,  a  Countess  von  Rosen,  wife  or  widow  of 
a  cloudy  count,  no  longer  in  her  second  youth,  and 
already  bereft  of  some  of  her  attractions,  who 
unequivocally  occupies  the  station  of  the  Baron's 
mistress.  I  had  thought,  at  first,  that  she  was  but 
a  hired  accomplice,  a  mere  blind  or  buffer  for  the 
more  important  sinner.  A  few  hours'  acquaintance 
with  Madame  von  Rosen  for  ever  dispelled  the 
illusion.  She  is  one  rather  to  make  than  to  prevent 
a  scandal,  and  she  values  none  of  those  bribes — 
money,  honours,  or  employment — with  which  the 
situation  might  be  gilded.  Indeed,  as  a  person 
frankly  bad,  she  pleased  me,  in  the  court  of  Griine- 
wald,  like  a  piece  of  nature. 

The  power  of  this  man  over  the  Princess  is, 
therefore,  without  bounds.  She  has  sacrificed  to  the 
adoration  with  which  he  has  inspired  her  not  only 
her  marriage  vow  and  every  shred  of  public  decency, 
but  that  vice  of  jealousy  which  is  so  much  dearer  to 
the  female  sex  than  either  intrinsic  honour  or  out- 

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ward  consideration.  Nay,  more  :  a  young,  although 
not  a  very  attractive  woman,  and  a  princess  both  by 
birth  and  fact,  she  submits  to  the  triumphant  rivalry 
of  one  who  might  be  her  mother  as  to  years,  and 
who  is  so  manifestly  her  inferior  in  station.  This  is 
one  of  the  mysteries  of  the  human  heart.  But  the 
rage  of  illicit  love,  when  it  is  once  indulged,  appears 
to  grow  by  feeding ;  and  to  a  person  of  the  charac- 
ter and  temperament  of  this  unfortunate  young  lady, 
almost  any  depth  of  degradation  is  within  the  reach 
of  possibility. 


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THE    PRINCE   AND    THE    ENGLISH    TRAVELLER 

So  far  Otto  read,  with  waxing  indignation ;  and  here 
his  fury  overflowed.  He  tossed  the  roll  upon  the 
table  and  stood  up.  '  This  man,'  he  said,  '  is  a  devil. 
A  filthy  imagination,  an  ear  greedy  of  evil,  a  pon- 
derous malignity  of  thought  and  language :  I  grow 
like  him  by  the  reading  !  Chancellor,  where  is  this 
fellow  lodged  ? ' 

'He  was  committed  to  the  Flag  Tower,' replied 
Greisengesang,  'in  the  Gamiani  apartment.' 

'  Lead  me  to  him,'  said  the  Prince ;  and  then,  a 
thought  striking  him,  'Was  it  for  that,'  he  asked, 
'  that  I  found  so  many  sentries  in  the  garden  ? ' 

'  Your  Highness,  I  am  unaware,'  answered  Greisen- 
gesang, true  to  his  policy.  'The  disposition  of  the 
guards  is  a  matter  distinct  from  my  functions.' 

Otto  turned  upon  the  old  man  fiercely,  but  ere  he 
had  time  to  speak,  Gotthold  touched  him  on  the 
arm.  He  swallowed  his  wrath  with  a  great  effort. 
'  It  is  well,'  he  said,  taking  the  road.  '  Follow  me 
to  the  Flag  Tower.' 

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The  Chancellor  gathered  himself  together,  and  the 
two  set  forward.  It  was  a  long  and  complicated 
voyage ;  for  the  library  was  in  the  wing  of  the  new 
buildings,  and  the  tower  which  carried  the  flag  was 
in  the  old  schloss  upon  the  garden.  By  a  great 
variety  of  stairs  and  corridors  they  came  out  at  last 
upon  a  patch  of  gravelled  court ;  the  garden  peeped 
through  a  high  grating  with  a  flash  of  green ;  tall, 
old,  gabled  buildings  mounted  on  every  side ;  the 
Flag  Tower  climbed,  stage  after  stage,  into  the  blue  ; 
and  high  over  all,  among  the  building  daws,  the 
yellow  flag  wavered  in  the  wind.  A  sentinel  at  the 
foot  of  the  tower  stairs  presented  arms ;  another 
paced  the  first  landing;  and  a  third  was  stationed 
before  the  door  of  the  extemporised  prison. 

*  We  guard  this  mud-bag  like  a  jewel,'  Otto 
sneered. 

The  Gamiani  apartment  was  so  called  from  an 
Italian  doctor  who  had  imposed  on  the  credulity  of 
a  former  prince.  The  rooms  were  large,  airy,  plea- 
sant, and  looked  upon  the  garden ;  but  the  walls 
were  of  great  thickness  (for  the  tower  was  old),  and 
the  windows  were  heavily  barred.  The  Prince, 
followed  by  the  Chancellor,  still  trotting  to  keep  up 
with  him,  brushed  swiftly  through  the  little  library 
and  the  long  saloon,  and  burst  like  a  thunderbolt 
into  the  bedroom  at  the  farther  end.  Sir  John  was 
finishing  his  toilet;  a  man  of  fifty,  hard,  uncom- 
promising, able,  with  the  eye  and  teeth  of  physical 
courage.  He  was  unmoved  by  the  irruption,  and 
bowed  with  a  sort  of  sneering  ease. 
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THE  ENGLISH  TRAVELLER 

'To  what  am  I  to  attribute  the  honour  of  this 
visit  ? '  he  asked. 

'You  have  eaten  my  bread,'  replied  Otto,  'you 
have  taken  my  hand,  you  have  been  received 
under  my  roof.  When  did  I  fail  you  in  courtesy  ? 
What  have  you  asked  that  was  not  granted  as 
to  an  honoured  guest  ?  And  here,  sir,'  tapping 
fiercely  on  the  manuscript,  'here  is  your  re- 
turn.' 

'  Your  Highness  has  read  my  papers  ? '  said  the 
Baronet.  '  I  am  honoured  indeed.  But  the  sketch 
is  most  imperfect.  I  shall  now  have  much  to  add. 
I  can  say  that  the  Prince,  whom  I  had  accused  of 
idleness,  is  zealous  in  the  department  of  police, 
taking  upon  himself  those  duties  that  are  most 
distasteful.  I  shall  be  able  to  relate  the  burlesque 
incident  of  my  arrest,  and  the  singular  interview 
with  which  you  honour  me  at  present.  For  the  rest, 
I  have  already  communicated  with  my  Ambassador 
at  Vienna ;  and  unless  you  propose  to  murder  me,  I 
shall  be  at  liberty,  whether  you  please  or  not,  within 
the  week.  For  I  hardly  fancy  the  future  empire 
of  Griinewald  is  yet  ripe  to  go  to  war  with  England. 
I  conceive  I  am  a  little  more  than  quits.  I  owe 
you  no  explanation ;  yours  has  been  the  wrong. 
You,  if  you  have  studied  my  writing  with  intelli- 
gence, owe  me  a  large  debt  of  gratitude.  And  to 
conclude,  as  I  have  not  yet  finished  my  toilet,  I 
imagine  the  courtesy  of  a  turnkey  to  a  prisoner 
would  induce  you  to  withdraw.' 

There  was  some  paper  on  the  table,  and  Otto, 
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THE  PRINCE  AND 

sitting  down,  wrote  a  passport  in  the  name  of  Sir 
John  Crabtree. 

'  Affix  the  seal,  Herr  Cancellarius,'  he  said,  in  his 
most  princely  manner,  as  he  rose. 

Greisengesang  produced  a  red  portfolio,  and  affixed 
the  seal  in  the  unpoetic  guise  of  an  adhesive  stamp  ; 
nor  did  his  perturbed  and  clumsy  movements  at  all 
lessen  the  comedy  of  the  performance.  Sir  John 
looked  on  with  a  malign  enjoyment ;  and  Otto 
chafed,  regretting,  when  too  late,  the  unnecessary 
royalty  of  his  command  and  gesture.  But  at  length 
the  Chancellor  had  finished  his  piece  of  prestidigi- 
tation, and,  without  waiting  for  an  order,  had 
countersigned  the  passport.  Thus  regularised,  he 
returned  it  to  Otto  with  a  bow. 

'You  will  now,'  said  the  Prince,  'order  one  of  my 
own  carriages  to  be  prepared ;  see  it,  with  your  own 
eyes,  charged  with  Sir  John's  effects,  and  have  it 
waiting  within  the  hour  behind  the  Pheasant  House. 
Sir  John  departs  this  morning  for  Vienna.' 

The  Chancellor  took  his  elaborate  departure. 

'  Here,  sir,  is  your  passport,'  said  Otto,  turning  to 
the  Baronet.  '  I  regret  it  from  my  heart  that  you 
have  met  inhospitable  usage.' 

'  Well,  there  will  be  no  English  war,'  returned 
Sir  John. 

'Nay,  sir,'  said  Otto,  'you  surely  owe  me  your 
civility.  Matters  are  now  changed,  and  we  stand 
again  upon  the  footing  of  two  gentlemen.  It  was 
not  I  who  ordered  your  arrest ;  I  returned  late  last 
night  from  hunting ;  and  as  you  cannot  blame  me 
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for  your  imprisonment,  you  may  even  thank  me  for 
your  freedom.' 

'And  yet  you  read  my  papers,'  said  the  traveller 
shrewdly. 

'  There,  sir,  I  was  wrong,'  returned  Otto  ;  '  and  for 
that  I  ask  your  pardon.  You  can  scarce  refuse  it, 
for  your  own  dignity,  to  one  who  is  a  plexus  of 
weaknesses.  Nor  was  the  fault  entirely  mine.  Had 
the  papers  been  innocent,  it  would  have  been  at 
most  an  indiscretion.  Your  own  guilt  is  the  sting 
of  my  offence. ' 

Sir  John  regarded  Otto  with  an  approving  twinkle  ; 
then  he  bowed,  but  still  in  silence. 

*  Well,  sir,  as  you  are  now  at  your  entire  disposal, 
I  have  a  favour  to  beg  of  your  indulgence,'  con- 
tinued the  Prince.  '  I  have  to  request  that  you  will 
walk  with  me  alone  into  the  garden  so  soon  as  your 
convenience  permits.' 

'From  the  moment  that  I  am  a  free  man,'  Sir 
John  replied,  this  time  with  perfect  courtesy,  '  I  am 
wholly  at  your  Highness's  command  ;  and  if  you  will 
excuse  a  rather  summary  toilet,  I  will  even  follow 
you  as  I  am.' 

'  I  thank  you,  sir,'  said  Otto. 

So  without  more  delay,  the  Prince  leading,  the 
pair  proceeded  down  through  the  echoing  stairway 
of  the  tower,  and  out  through  the  grating,  into  the 
ample  air  and  sunshine  of  the  morning  and  among 
the  terraces  and  flower-beds  of  the  garden.  They 
crossed  the  fish-pond,  where  the  carp  were  leaping 
as  thick  as  bees ;  they  mounted,  one  after  another, 

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the  various  flights  of  stairs,  snowed  upon,  as  they 
went,  with  April  blossoms,  and  marching  in  time  to 
the  great  orchestra  of  birds.  Nor  did  Otto  pause 
till  they  had  reached  the  highest  terrace  of  the 
garden.  Here  was  a  gate  into  the  park,  and  hard 
by,  under  a  tuft  of  laurel,  a  marble  garden  seat. 
Hence  they  looked  down  on  the  green  tops  of  many 
elm-trees,  where  the  rooks  were  busy ;  and,  beyond 
that,  upon  the  palace  roof,  and  the  yellow  banner 
flying  in  the  blue.  '  I  pray  you  to  be  seated,  sir,' 
said  Otto. 

Sir  John  complied  without  a  word  ;  and  for  some 
seconds  Otto  walked  to  and  fro  before  him,  plunged 
in  angry  thought.  The  birds  were  all  singing  for  a 
wager. 

'  Sir,'  said  the  Prince  at  length,  turning  towards 
the  Englishman,  '  you  are  to  me,  except  by  the 
conventions  of  society,  a  perfect  stranger.  Of  your 
character  and  wishes  I  am  ignorant.  I  have  never 
wittingly  disobliged  you.  There  is  a  difference  in 
station,  which  I  desire  to  waive.  I  would,  if  you 
still  think  me  entitled  to  so  much  consideration — I 
would  be  regarded  simply  as  a  gentleman.  Now, 
sir,  I  did  wrong  to  glance  at  these  papers,  which  I 
here  return  to  you  ;  but  if  curiosity  be  undignified, 
as  I  am  free  to  own,  falsehood  is  both  cowardly  and 
cruel.  I  opened  your  roll ;  and  what  did  I  find — 
what  did  I  find  about  my  wife  ?  Lies ! '  he  broke 
out.  '  They  are  lies !  There  are  not,  so  help  me 
God  !  four  words  of  truth  in  your  intolerable  libel ! 
You  are  a  man ;  you  are  old,  and  might  be  the  girl's 
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father ;  you  are  a  gentleman ;  you  are  a  scholar,  and 
have  learned  refinement ;  and  you  rake  together  all 
this  vulgar  scandal,  and  propose  to  print  it  in  a 
public  book !  Such  is  your  chivalry !  But,  thank 
God,  sir,  she  has  still  a  husband.  You  say,  sir,  in 
that  paper  in  your  hand,  that  I  am  a  bad  fencer;  I 
have  to  request  from  you  a  lesson  in  the  art.  The 
park  is  close  behind  ;  yonder  is  the  Pheasant  House, 
where  you  will  find  your  carriage ;  should  I  fall,  you 
know,  sir — you  have  written  it  in  your  paper — how 
little  my  movements  are  regarded ;  I  am  in  the 
custom  of  disappearing :  it  will  be  one  more  dis- 
appearance ;  and  long  before  it  has  awakened  a 
remark,  you  may  be  safe  across  the  border.' 

*  You  will  observe,'  said  Sir  John,  '  that  what  you 
ask  is  impossible.' 

'  And  if  I  struck  you  ? '  cried  the  Prince,  with  a 
sudden  menacing  flash. 

'  It  would  be  a  cowardly  blow,'  returned  the 
Baronet,  unmoved,  'for  it  would  make  no  change. 
I  cannot  draw  upon  a  reigning  sovereign.' 

'And  it  is  this  man,  to  whom  you  dare  not 
offer  satisfaction,  that  you  choose  to  insult !  '  cried 
Otto. 

'Pardon  me,'  said  the  traveller,  'you  are  unjust. 
It  is  because  you  are  a  reigning  sovereign  that  I 
cannot  fight  with  you ;  and  it  is  for  the  same  reason 
that  I  have  a  right  to  criticise  your  action  and  your 
wife.  You  are  in  everything  a  public  creature ;  you 
belong  to  the  public,  body  and  bone.  You  have 
with  you  the  law,  the  muskets  of  the  army,  and  the 

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eyes  of  spies.    We,  on  our  side,  have  but  one  weapon 
—truth.' 

*  Truth  ! '  echoed  the  Prince,  with  a  gesture. 

There  was  another  silence. 

'Your  Highness,'  said  Sir  John  at  last,  'you  must 
not  expect  grapes  from  a  thistle.  I  am  old  and  a 
cynic.  Nobody  cares  a  rush  for  me ;  and  on  the 
whole,  after  the  present  interview,  I  scarce  know 
anybody  that  I  like  better  than  yourself.  You  see, 
I  have  changed  my  mind,  and  have  the  uncommon 
virtue  to  avow  the  change.  I  tear  up  this  stuff 
before  you,  here  in  your  own  garden ;  I  ask  your 
pardon,  I  ask  the  pardon  of  the  Princess ;  and  I 
give  you  my  word  of  honour  as  a  gentleman  and  an 
old  man,  that  when  my  book  of  travels  shall  appear 
it  shall  not  contain  so  much  as  the  name  of  Griine- 
wald.  And  yet  it  was  a  racy  chapter!  But  had 
your  Highness  only  read  about  the  other  courts  !  I 
am  a  carrion  crow  ;  but  it  is  not  my  fault,  after  all, 
that  the  world  is  such  a  nauseous  kennel.' 

'  Sir,'  said  Otto,  '  is  the  eye  not  jaundiced  ? ' 

'  Nay,'  cried  the  traveller,  '  very  likely.  I  am  one 
who  goes  sniffing;  I  am  no  poet.  I  believe  in  a 
better  future  for  the  world ;  or,  at  all  accounts,  I 
do  most  potently  disbelieve  in  the  present.  Rotten 
eggs  is  the  burthen  of  my  song.  But  indeed,  your 
Highness,  when  I  meet  with  any  merit,  I  do  not 
think  that  I  am  slow  to  recognise  it.  This  is  a  day 
that  I  shall  still  recall  with  gratitude,  for  I  have 
found  a  sovereign  with  some  manly  virtues  ;  and  for 
once — old  courtier  and  old  radical  as  I  am — it  is 
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from  the  heart  and  quite  sincerely  that  I  can  request 
the  honour  of  kissing  your  Highness's  hand  ? ' 

'Nay,  sir,'  said  Otto,  '  to  my  heart ! ' 

And  the  Englishman,  taken  at  unawares,  was 
clasped  for  a  moment  in  the  Prince's  arms. 

'And  now,  sir,'  added  Otto,  'there  is  the  Pheasant 
House ;  close  behind  it  you  will  find  my  carriage, 
which  I  pray  you  to  accept.  God  speed  you  to 
Vienna ! ' 

'In  the  impetuosity  of  youth,'  replied  Sir  John, 
'  your  Highness  has  overlooked  one  circumstance : 
I  am  still  fasting.' 

'Well,  sir,'  said  Otto,  smiling,  '  you  are  your  own 
master ;  you  may  go  or  stay.  But  I  warn  you,  your 
friend  may  prove  less  powerful  than  your  enemies. 
The  Prince,  indeed,  is  thoroughly  on  your  side ;  he 
has  all  the  will  to  help  ;  but  to  whom  do  I  speak  ? — 
you  know  better  than  I  do,  he  is  not  alone  in 
Griinewald.' 

'  There  is  a  deal  in  position,'  returned  the  traveller, 
gravely  nodding.  '  Gondremark  loves  to  temporise  ; 
his  policy  is  below  ground,  and  he  fears  all  open 
courses ;  and  now  that  I  have  seen  you  act  with  so 
much  spirit,  I  will  cheerfully  risk  myself  on  your 
protection.  Who  knows  ?  You  may  be  yet  the 
better  man.' 

'  Do  you  indeed  believe  so  ? '  cried  the  Prince. 
'  You  put  life  into  my  heart ! ' 

'  I  will  give  up  sketching  portraits,'  said  the 
Baronet.  '  I  am  a  blind  owl ;  I  had  misread  you 
strangely.     And  yet  remember  this  :  a  sprint  is  one 

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thing,  and  to  run  all  day  another.  For  I  still  mis- 
trust your  constitution  ;  the  short  nose,  the  hair  and 
eyes  of  several  complexions  ;  no,  they  are  diagnostic  ; 
and  I  must  end,  I  see,  as  I  began.' 

*  I  am  still  a  singing  chambermaid  ? '  said  Otto. 

'  Nay,  your  Highness,  I  pray  you  to  forget  what  I 
had  written,'  said  Sir  John ;  'I  am  not  like  Pilate; 
and  the  chapter  is  no  more.  Bury  it,  if  you  love 
me.' 


CHAPTER   IV 

WHILE   THE   PRINCE   IS   IN   THE  ANTE-ROOM    .    .    . 

Greatly  comforted  by  the  exploits  of  the  morning, 
the  Prince  turned  towards  the  Princess's  ante-room, 
bent  on  a  more  difficult  enterprise.  The  curtains 
rose  before  him,  the  usher  called  his  name,  and  he 
entered  the  room  with  an  exaggeration  of  his  usual 
mincing  and  airy  dignity.  There  were  about  a  score 
of  persons  waiting,  principally  ladies ;  it  was  one  of 
the  few  societies  in  Griinewald  where  Otto  knew 
himself  to  be  popular ;  and  while  a  maid  of  honour 
made  her  exit  by  a  side  door  to  announce  his  arrival 
to  the  Princess,  he  moved  round  the  apartment, 
collecting  homage  and  bestowing  compliments  with 
friendly  grace.  Had  this  been  the  sum  of  his 
duties,  he  had  been  an  admirable  monarch.  Lady 
after  lady  was  impartially  honoured  by  his  atten- 
tion. 

'  Madam,'  he  said  to  one,  '  how  does  this  happen  ? 
I  find  you  daily  more  adorable.' 

'And  your  Highness  daily  browner,'  replied  the 
lady.     '  We  began  equal ;  oh,  there  I  will  be  bold  : 

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we  have  both  beautiful  complexions.     But  while  I 
study  mine,  your  Highness  tans  himself.' 

'  A  perfect  negro,  madam ;  and  what  so  fitly 
— being  beauty's  slave  ? '  said  Otto. — '  Madame 
Grafmski,  when  is  our  next  play?  I  have  just 
heard  that  I  am  a  bad  actor.' 

'O  del!'  cried  Madame  Grafmski.  'Who  could 
venture  ?     What  a  bear  ! ' 

'An  excellent  man,  I  can  assure  you,'  returned 
Otto. 

'  O,  never !  O,  is  it  possible  ? '  fluted  the  lady. 
'  Your  Highness  plays  like  an  angel ! ' 

'  You  must  be  right,  madam ;  who  could  speak 
falsely  and  yet  look  so  charming  ? '  said  the  Prince. 
'  But  this  gentleman,  it  seems,  would  have  preferred 
me  playing  like  an  actor.' 

A  sort  of  hum,  a  falsetto,  feminine  cooing,  greeted 
the  tiny  sally ;  and  Otto  expanded  like  a  peacock. 
This  warm  atmosphere  of  women  and  flattery  and 
idle  chatter  pleased  him  to  the  marrow. 

'  Madame  von  Eisenthal,  your  coiffure  is  delicious,' 
he  remarked. 

'  Every  one  was  saying  so,'  said  one. 

'  If  I  have  pleased  Prince  Charming  ? '  And 
Madame  von  Eisenthal  swept  him  a  deep  curtsy  with 
a  killing  glance  of  adoration. 

'  It  is  new  ? '  he  asked.     '  Vienna  fashion.' 

'  Mint  new,'  replied  the  lady,  '  for  your  Highness's 
return.  I  felt  young  this  morning ;  it  was  a  pre- 
monition.    But  why,  Prince,  do  you  ever  leave  us  ? ' 

'  For  the  pleasure  of  the  return,'  said  Otto.     '  I  am 
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IS  IN  THE  ANTE-ROOM  .  .  . 

like  a  dog ;  I  must  bury  my  bone,  and  then  come 
back  to  gloat  upon  it.' 

'  O,  a  bone  !  Fie,  what  a  comparison  !  You 
have  brought  back  the  manners  of  the  wood,'  re- 
turned the  lady. 

'  Madam,  it  is  what  the  dog  has  dearest,'  said  the 
Prince.     '  But  I  observe  Madame  von  Rosen.' 

And  Otto,  leaving  the  group  to  which  he  had  been 
piping,  stepped  towards  the  embrasure  of  a  window 
where  a  lady  stood. 

The  Countess  von  Rosen  had  hitherto  been  silent, 
and  a  thought  depressed,  but  on  the  approach  of 
Otto  she  began  to  brighten.  She  was  tall,  slim  as  a 
nymph,  and  of  a  very  airy  carriage ;  and  her  face, 
which  was  already  beautiful  in  repose,  lightened  and 
changed,  flashed  into  smiles,  and  glowed  with  lovely 
colour  at  the  touch  of  animation.  She  was  a  good 
vocalist ;  and,  even  in  speech,  her  voice  commanded 
a  great  range  of  changes,  the  low  notes  rich  with 
tenor  quality,  the  upper  ringing,  on  the  brink  of 
laughter,  into  music.  A  gem  of  many  facets  and 
variable  hues  of  fire ;  a  woman  who  withheld  the 
better  portion  of  her  beauty,  and  then,  in  a  caressing 
second,  flashed  it  like  a  weapon  full  on  the  beholder  ; 
now  merely  a  tall  figure  and  a  sallow  handsome 
face,  with  the  evidences  of  a  reckless  temper  ; 
anon  opening  like  a  flower  to  life  and  colour,  mirth 
and  tenderness  : — Madame  von  Rosen  had  always 
a  dagger  in  reserve  for  the  despatch  of  ill-assured 
admirers.  She  met  Otto  with  the  dart  of  tender 
gaiety. 

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*  You  have  come  to  me  at  last,  Prince  Cruel,'  she 
said.  '  Butterfly  !  Well,  and  am  I  not  to  kiss  your 
hand  ? '  she  added. 

'  Madam,  it  is  I  who  must  kiss  yours.'  And  Otto 
bowed  and  kissed  it. 

'  You  deny  me  every  indulgence,'  she  said,  smiling. 

'  And  now  what  news  in  Court  ? '  inquired  the 
Prince.     '  I  come  to  you  for  my  gazette.' 

'  Ditch-water  ! '  she  replied.  *  The  world  is  all 
asleep,  grown  grey  in  slumber ;  I  do  not  remember 
any  waking  movement  since  quite  an  eternity ;  and 
the  last  thing  in  the  nature  of  a  sensation  was  the 
last  time  my  governess  was  allowed  to  box  my  ears. 
But  yet  I  do  myself  and  your  unfortunate  enchanted 
palace  some  injustice.  Here  is  the  last — O  posi- 
tively ! '  And  she  told  him  the  story  from  behind  her 
fan,  with  many  glances,  many  cunning  strokes  of  the 
narrator's  art.  The  others  had  drawn  away,  for  it 
was  understood  that  Madame  von  Rosen  was  in 
favour  with  the  Prince.  None  the  less,  however,  did 
the  Countess  lower  her  voice  at  times  to  within  a 
semitone  of  whispering ;  and  the  pair  leaned  together 
over  the  narrative. 

'Do  you  know,'  said  Otto,  laughing,  'you  are  the 
only  entertaining  woman  on  this  earth  ! ' 

'  O,  you  have  found  out  so  much,'  she  cried. 

'  Yes,  madam,  I  grow  wiser  with  advancing  years,' 
he  returned. 

'  Years  ! '  she  repeated.     '  Do  you  name  the  trai- 
tors ?     I  do  not  believe  in  years ;  the  calendar  is  a 
delusion.' 
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'  You  must  be  right,  madam,'  replied  the  Prince. 
'  For  six  years  that  we  have  been  good  friends,  I  have 
observed  you  to  grow  younger.' 

'  Flatterer  ! '  cried  she,  and  then,  with  a  change, 
'  But  why  should  I  say  so,'  she  added,  '  when  I  pro- 
test I  think  the  same  ?  A  week  ago  I  had  a  council 
with  my  father  director,  the  glass;  and  the  glass 
replied,  "  Not  yet !  "  I  confess  my  face  in  this  way 
once  a  month.  O  !  a  very  solemn  moment.  Do 
you  know  what  I  shall  do  when  the  mirror  answers, 
"Now"?' 

'  I  cannot  guess,'  said  he. 

*  No  more  can  I,'  returned  the  Countess.  '  There 
is  such  a  choice !  Suicide,  gambling,  a  nunnery,  a 
volume  of  memoirs,  or  politics — the  last,  I  am  afraid.' 

*  It  is  a  dull  trade,'  said  Otto. 

'  Nay,'  she  replied,  '  it  is  a  trade  I  rather  like.  It 
is,  after  all,  first  cousin  to  gossip,  which  no  one  can 
deny  to  be  amusing.  For  instance,  if  I  were  to  tell 
you  that  the  Princess  and  the  Baron  rode  out  together 
daily  to  inspect  the  cannon,  it  is  either  a  piece  of 
politics  or  scandal,  as  I  turn  my  phrase.  I  am  the 
alchemist  that  makes  the  transmutation.  They  have 
been  everywhere  together  since  you  left,'  she  con- 
tinued, brightening  as  she  saw  Otto  darken  ;  '  that  is 
a  poor  snippet  of  malicious  gossip — and  they  were 
everywhere  cheered — and  with  that  addition  all  be- 
comes political  intelligence.' 

*  Let  us  change  the  subject,'  said  Otto. 

*  I  was  about  to  propose  it,'  she  replied,  '  or  rather 
to  pursue  the  politics.     Do  you  know  ?  this  war  is 

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popular — popular  to  the  length  of  cheering  Princess 
Seraphina.' 

*  All  things,  madam,  are  possible,'  said  the  Prince  ; 
'  and  this  among  others,  that  we  may  be  going  into 
war,  but  I  give  you  my  word  of  honour  I  do  not 
know  with  whom.' 

'  And  you  put  up  with  it  ? '  she  cried.  *  I  have  no 
pretensions  to  morality  ;  and  I  confess  I  have  always 
abominated  the  lamb,  and  nourished  a  romantic  feel- 
ing for  the  wolf.  O,  be  done  with  lambiness  !  Let 
us  see  there  is  a  prince,  for  I  am  weary  of  the  distaff.' 

'  Madam,'  said  Otto,  '  I  thought  you  were  of  that 
faction.' 

'  I  should  be  of  yours,  mori  Prince,  if  you  had  one,' 
she  retorted.  *  Is  it  true  that  you  have  no  ambition  ? 
There  was  a  man  once  in  England  whom  they  call 
the  kingmaker.  Do  you  know,'  she  added,  *  I  fancy 
I  could  make  a  prince  ? ' 

'  Some  day,  madam,'  said  Otto,  '  I  may  ask  you  to 
help  make  a  farmer.' 

'  Is  that  a  riddle  ? '  asked  the  Countess. 

*  It  is,'  replied  the  Prince,  '  and  a  very  good  one 
too.' 

*  Tit  for  tat.  I  will  ask  you  another,'  she  returned. 
'  Where  is  Gondremark  ? ' 

'  The  Prime  Minister  ?  In  the  prime-ministry,  no 
doubt,'  said  Otto. 

'  Precisely,'  said  the  Countess  ;  and  she  pointed 

with  her  fan  to  the  door  of  the  Princess's  apartments. 

'  You  and  I,  mon  Prince,  are  in  the  ante-room.     You 

think  me  unkind,'  she  added.     '  Try  me  and  you  will 

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see.  Set  me  a  task,  put  me  a  question  ;  there  is  no 
enormity  I  am  not  capable  of  doing  to  oblige  you, 
and  no  secret  that  I  am  not  ready  to  betray.' 

'  Nay,  madam,  but  I  respect  my  friend  too  much,' 
he  answered,  kissing  her  hand.  '  I  would  rather 
remain  ignorant  of  all.  We  fraternise  like  foemen 
soldiers  at  the  outposts,  but  let  each  be  true  to  his 
own  army.' 

'  Ah,'  she  cried,  '  if  all  men  were  generous  like  you, 
it  would  be  worth  while  to  be  a  woman ! '  Yet, 
judging  by  her  looks,  his  generosity,  if  anything,  had 
disappointed  her ;  she  seemed  to  seek  a  remedy,  and, 
having  found  it,  brightened  once  more.  '  And  now,' 
she  said,  '  may  I  dismiss  my  sovereign  ?  This  is 
rebellion  and  a  cas  pendable ;  but  what  am  I  to 
do  ?     My  bear  is  jealous  ! ' 

'  Madam,  enough  ! '  cried  Otto.  *  Ahasuerus 
reaches  you  the  sceptre ;  more,  he  will  obey  you  in 
all  points.  I  should  have  been  a  dog  to  come  to 
whistling.' 

And  so  the  Prince  departed,  and  fluttered  round 
Grafinski  and  von  Eisenthal.  But  the  Countess 
knew  the  use  of  her  offensive  weapons,  and  had  left 
a  pleasant  arrow  in  the  Prince's  heart.  That  Gondre- 
mark  was  jealous — here  was  an  agreeable  revenge  ! 
And  Madame  von  Rosen,  as  the  occasion  of  the 
jealousy,  appeared  to  him  in  a  new  light. 


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CHAPTER   V 

.    .    .    GONDEEMARK   IS    IN    MY    LADY'S    CHAMBER 

The  Countess  von  Rosen  spoke  the  truth.  The 
great  Prime  Minister  of  Griinewald  was  already 
closeted  with  Seraphina.  The  toilet  was  over ;  and 
the  Princess,  tastefully  arrayed,  sat  face  to  face  with 
a  tall  mirror.  Sir  John's  description  was  unkindly 
true,  true  in  terms  and  yet  a  libel,  a  misogynistic 
masterpiece.  Her  forehead  was  perhaps  too  high,  but 
it  became  her ;  her  figure  somewhat  stooped,  but 
every  detail  was  formed  and  finished  like  a  gem  ;  her 
hand,  her  foot,  her  ear,  the  set  of  her  comely  head, 
were  all  dainty  and  accordant ;  if  she  was  not  beauti- 
ful, she  was  vivid,  changeful,  coloured,  and  pretty 
with  a  thousand  various  prettinesses ;  and  her  eyes, 
if  they  indeed  rolled  too  consciously,  yet  rolled  to 
purpose.  They  were  her  most  attractive  feature,  yet 
they  continually  bore  eloquent  false  witness  to  her 
thoughts ;  for  while  she  herself,  in  the  depths  of  her 
immature,  un softened  heart,  was  given  altogether  to 
manlike  ambition  and  the  desire  of  power,  the  eyes 
were  by  turns  bold,  inviting,  fiery,  melting,  and  art- 
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ful,  like  the  eyes  of  a  rapacious  siren.  And  artful, 
in  a  sense,  she  was.  Chafing  that  she  was  not  a  man, 
and  could  not  shine  by  action,  she  had  conceived  a 
woman's  part,  of  answerable  domination  ;  she  sought 
to  subjugate  for  by-ends,  to  rain  influence  and  be 
fancy  free  ;  and,  while  she  loved  not  man,  loved  to  see 
man  obey  her.  It  is  a  common  girl's  ambition.  Such 
was  perhaps  that  lady  of  the  glove,  who  sent  her 
lover  to  the  lions.  But  the  snare  is  laid  alike  for 
male  and  female,  and  the  world  most  artfully  con- 
trived. 

Near  her,  in  a  low  chair,  Gondremark  had  arranged 
his  limbs  into  a  cat-like  attitude,  high-shouldered, 
stooping,  and  submiss.  The  formidable  blue  jowl 
of  the  man,  and  the  dull  bilious  eye,  set  perhaps  a 
higher  value  on  his  evident  desire  to  please.  His 
face  was  marked  by  capacity,  temper,  and  a  kind  of 
bold,  piratical  dishonesty  which  it  would  be  calum- 
nious to  call  deceit.  His  manners,  as  he  smiled 
upon  the  Princess,  were  over-fine,  yet  hardly  elegant. 

*  Possibly,'  said  the  Baron, '  I  should  now  proceed 
to  take  my  leave.  I  must  not  keep  my  sovereign 
in  the  ante-room.  Let  us  come  at  once  to  a  de- 
cision.' 

'  It  cannot,  cannot  be  put  off? '  she  asked. 

'  It  is  impossible,'  answered  Gondremark.  '  Your 
Highness  sees  it  for  herself.  In  the  earlier  stages 
we  might  imitate  the  serpent ;  but  for  the  ultimatum 
there  is  no  choice  but  to  be  bold  like  lions.  Had 
the  Prince  chosen  to  remain  away,  it  had  been 
better ;  but  we  have  gone  too  far  forward  to  delay.' 
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'  What  can  have  brought  him  ? '  she  cried. 
<  To-day  of  all  days  V 

'The  marplot,  madam,  has  the  instinct  of  his 
nature,'  returned  Gondremark.  '  But  you  exaggerate 
the  peril.  Think,  madam,  how  far  we  have  prospered, 
and  against  what  odds  ?  Shall  a  Featherhead  ? — but 
no  ! '  And  he  blew  upon  his  fingers  lightly  with  a 
laugh. 

'Featherhead,'  she  replied,  'is  still  the  Prince  of 
Grimewald.' 

'  On  your  sufferance  only,  and  so  long  as  you 
shall  please  to  be  indulgent,'  said  the  Baron.  '  There 
are  rights  of  nature ;  power  to  the  powerful  is  the 
law.  If  he  shall  think  to  cross  your  destiny — 
well,  you  have  heard  of  the  brazen  and  the  earthen 
pot' 

'  Do  you  call  me  pot  ?  You  are  ungallant,  Baron,' 
laughed  the  Princess. 

'  Before  we  are  done  with  your  glory,  I  shall  have 
called  you  by  many  different  titles,'  he  replied. 

The  girl  flushed  with  pleasure.  '  But  Frederic  is 
still  the  Prince,  monsieur  le  Jlatteur,'1  she  said. 
'  You  do  not  propose  a  revolution  ? — you  of  all 
men  ? ' 

'  Dear  madam,  when  it  is  already  made ! '  he  cried. 
'  The  Prince  reigns  indeed  in  the  almanac ;  but  my 
Princess  reigns  and  rules.'  And  he  looked  at  her 
with  a  fond  admiration  that  made  the  heart  of 
Seraphina  swell.  Looking  on  her  huge  slave,  she 
drank  the  intoxicating  joys  of  power.  Meanwhile 
he  continued,  with  that  sort  of  massive  archness  that 
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so  ill  became  him,  '  She  has  but  one  fault ;  there  is 
but  one  danger  in  the  great  career  that  I  foresee  for 
her  ?  May  I  name  it  ?  may  I  be  so  irreverent  ?  It 
is  in  herself — her  heart  is  soft. ' 

'  Her  courage  is  faint,  Baron,'  said  the  Princess. 
'  Suppose  we  have  judged  ill,  suppose  we  were 
defeated  ? ' 

'  Defeated,  madam  1 '  returned  the  Baron,  with  a 
touch  of  ill-humour.  *  Is  the  dog  defeated  by  the 
hare?  Our  troops  are  all  cantoned  along  the 
frontier  ;  in  five  hours  the  vanguard  of  five  thousand 
bayonets  shall  be  hammering  on  the  gates  of  Bran- 
denau ;  and  in  all  Gerolstein  there  are  not  fifteen 
hundred  men  who  can  manoeuvre.  It  is  as  simple 
as  a  sum.     There  can  be  no  resistance.' 

'  It  is  no  great  exploit,'  she  said.  '  Is  that  what 
you  call  glory  ?     It  is  like  beating  a  child.' 

'  The  courage,  madam,  is  diplomatic,'  he  replied. 
'  We  take  a  grave  step  ;  we  fix  the  eyes  of  Europe, 
for  the  first  time,  on  Griinewald ;  and  in  the  negotia- 
tions of  the  next  three  months,  mark  me,  we  stand 
or  fall.  It  is  there,  madam,  that  I  shall  have  to 
depend  upon  your  counsels,'  he  added,  almost 
gloomily.  '  If  I  had  not  seen  you  at  work,  if  I 
did  not  know  the  fertility  of  your  mind,  I  own  I 
should  tremble  for  the  consequence.  But  it  is  in 
this  field  that  men  must  recognise  their  inability. 
All  the  great  negotiators,  when  they  have  not 
been  women,  have  had  women  at  their  elbows. 
Madame  de  Pompadour  was  ill  served  ;  she  had  not 
found  her  Gondremark  ;  but  what  a  mighty  politician  ! 

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Catherine  de'  Medici,  too,  what  justice  of  sight,  what 
readiness  of  means,  what  elasticity  against  defeat ! 
But  alas  !  madam,  her  Featherheads  were  her  own 
children ;  and  she  had  that  one  touch  of  vulgarity, 
that  one  trait  of  the  good-wife,  that  she  suffered 
family  ties  and  affections  to  confine  her  liberty.' 

These  singular  views  of  history,  strictly  ad  usum 
Seraphince,  did  not  weave  their  usual  soothing  spell 
over  the  Princess.  It  was  plain  that  she  had  taken 
a  momentary  distaste  to  her  own  resolutions ;  for 
she  continued  to  oppose  her  counsellor,  looking 
upon  him  out  of  half-closed  eyes  and  with  the 
shadow  of  a  sneer  upon  her  lips.  '  What  boys  men 
are  ! '  she  said ;  '  what  lovers  of  big  words  !  Courage, 
indeed !  If  you  had  to  scour  pans,  Herr  von 
Gondremark,  you  would  call  it,  I  suppose,  Domestic 
Courage  ? ' 

'  I  would,  madam,'  said  the  Baron  stoutly,  '  if  I 
scoured  them  well.  I  would  put  a  good  name  upon 
a  virtue  ;  you  will  not  overdo  it ;  they  are  not  so 
enchanting  in  themselves.' 

*  Well,  but  let  me  see,'  she  said.  '  I  wish  to 
understand  your  courage.  Why  we  asked  leave, 
like  children  !  Our  grannie  in  Berlin,  our  uncle  in 
Vienna,  the  whole  family,  have  patted  us  on  the 
head  and  sent  us  forward.  Courage  ?  I  wonder 
when  I  hear  you  ! ' 

'  My  Princess  is  unlike  herself,'  returned  the  Baron. 

'  She  has  forgotten  where  the  peril  lies.     True,  we 

have  received  encouragement  on  every  hand  ;   but 

my  Princess  knows  too  well  on  what  untenable  con- 

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ditions  ;  and  she  knows  besides  how,  in  the  publicity 
of  the  diet,  these  whispered  conferences  are  forgotten 
and  disowned.  The  danger  is  very  real ' — he  raged 
inwardly  at  having  to  blow  the  very  coal  he  had 
been  quenching — *  none  the  less  real  in  that  it  is 
not  precisely  military,  but  for  that  reason  the  easier 
to  be  faced.  Had  we  to  count  upon  your  troops, 
although  I  share  your  Highness's  expectations  of  the 
conduct  of  Alvenau,  we  cannot  forget  that  he  has  not 
been  proved  in  chief  command.  But  where  negotia- 
tion is  concerned,  the  conduct  lies  with  us  ;  and  with 
your  help,  I  laugh  at  danger.' 

'  It  may  be  so,'  said  Seraphina,  sighing.  '  It  is 
elsewhere  that  I  see  danger.  The  people,  these 
abominable  people— suppose  they  should  instantly 
rebel  ?  What  a  figure  we  should  make  in  the  eyes 
of  Europe  to  have  undertaken  an  invasion  while  my 
own  throne  was  tottering  to  its  fall ! ' 

*  Nay,  madam,'  said  Gondremark,  smiling,  '  here 
you  are  beneath  yourself.  What  is  it  that  feeds 
their  discontent  ?  What  but  the  taxes  ?  Once  we 
have  seized  Gerolstein,  the  taxes  are  remitted,  the 
sons  return  covered  with  renown,  the  houses  are 
adorned  with  pillage,  each  tastes  his  little  share  of 
military  glory,  and  behold  us  once  again  a  happy 
family  !  "  Ay,"  they  will  say,  in  each  other's  long 
ears,  "  the  Princess  knew  what  she  was  about ;  she 
was  in  the  right  of  it ;  she  has  a  head  upon  her 
shoulders  ;  and  here  we  are,  you  see,  better  off  than 
before."  But  why  should  I  say  all  this  ?  It  is 
what  my  Princess  pointed   out  to  me  herself;    it 

IOI 


.  .  .  GONDREMARK  IS 

was  by  these  reasons  that  she  converted  me  to  this 
adventure.' 

'  I  think,  Herr  von  Gondremark,'  said  Seraphina, 
somewhat  tartly,  '  you  often  attribute  your  own 
sagacity  to  your  Princess.' 

For  a  second  Gondremark  staggered  under  the 
shrewdness  of  the  attack  ;  the  next,  he  had  perfectly 
recovered.  '  Do  I  ? '  he  said.  '  It  is  very  possible. 
I  have  observed  a  similar  tendency  in  your  Highness.' 

It  was  so  openly  spoken,  and  appeared  so  just, 
that  Seraphina  breathed  again.  Her  vanity  had 
been  alarmed,  and  the  greatness  of  the  relief  im- 
proved her  spirits.  *  Well,'  she  said,  '  all  this  is  little 
to  the  purpose.  We  are  keeping  Frederic  without, 
and  I  am  still  ignorant  of  our  line  of  battle.  Come, 
co-admiral,  let  us  consult.  .  .  .  How  am  I  to  receive 
him  now  ?  And  what  are  we  to  do  if  he  should 
appear  at  the  council  ? ' 

'  Now,'  he  answered.  '  I  shall  leave  him  to  my 
Princess  for  just  now !  I  have  seen  her  at  work. 
Send  him  off  to  his  theatricals !  But  in  all  gentle- 
ness,' he  added.  '  Would  it,  for  instance,  would  it 
displease  my  sovereign  to  affect  a  headache  ? ' 

'  Never  ! '  said  she.  '  The  woman  who  can  manage, 
like  the  man  who  can  fight,  must  never  shrink  from 
an  encounter.  The  knight  must  not  disgrace  his 
weapons.' 

'  Then  let  me  pray  my  belle  dame  sans  merci,'  he 

returned,  '  to  affect  the  only  virtue  that  she  lacks. 

Be  pitiful  to  the  poor  young  man  ;  affect  an  interest 

in  his  hunting ;   be  weary  of  politics  ;   find  in  his 

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society,  as  it  were,  a  grateful  repose  from  dry  con- 
siderations. Does  my  Princess  authorise  the  line  of 
battle  ? ' 

;  Well,  that  is  a  trifle,'  answered  Seraphina.  '  The 
council — there  is  the  point.' 

'  The  council  ? '  cried  Gondremark.  '  Permit  me, 
madam.'  And  he  rose  and  proceeded  to  flutter 
about  the  room,  counterfeiting  Otto  both  in  voice 
and  gesture  not  unhappily.  '  What  is  there  to-day, 
Herr  von  Gondremark  ?  Ah,  Herr  Cancellarius,  a 
new  wig  !  You  cannot  deceive  me  ;  I  know  every 
wig  in  Griinewald ;  I  have  the  sovereign's  eye. 
What  are  these  papers  about  ?  O,  I  see.  O, 
certainly.  Surely,  surely.  I  wager  none  of  you 
remarked  that  wig.  By  all  means.  I  know  nothing 
about  that.  Dear  me,  are  there  as  many  as  all  that  ? 
Well,  you  can  sign  them  ;  you  have  the  procuration. 
You  see,  Herr  Cancellarius,  I  knew  your  wig. 
And  so,'  concluded  Gondremark,  resuming  his  own 
voice,  *  our  sovereign,  by  the  particular  grace  of  God, 
enlightens  and  supports  his  privy  councillors.' 

But  when  the  Baron  turned  to  Seraphina  for 
approval  he  found  her  frozen.  '  You  are  pleased  to 
be  witty,  Herr  von  Gondremark,'  she  said,  '  and  have 
perhaps  forgotten  where  you  are.  But  these  re- 
hearsals are  apt  to  be  misleading.  Your  master, 
the  Prince  of  Griinewald,  is  sometimes  more 
exacting.' 

Gondremark  cursed  her  in  his  soul.  Of  all  injured 
vanities,  that  of  the  reproved  buffoon  is  the  most 
savage ;  and  when  grave  issues  are  involved,  these 

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petty  stabs  become  unbearable.  But  Gondremark 
was  a  man  of  iron ;  he  showed  nothing ;  he  did  not 
even,  like  the  common  trickster,  retreat  because 
he  had  presumed,  but  held  to  his  point  bravely. 
'  Madam,'  he  said,  '  if,  as  you  say,  he  prove  exacting, 
we  must  take  the  bull  by  the  horns.' 

'We  shall  see/  she  said,  and  she  arranged  her 
skirt  like  one  about  to  rise.  Temper,  scorn,  disgust, 
all  the  more  acrid  feelings,  became  her  like  jewels ; 
and  she  now  looked  her  best. 

'  Pray  God  they  quarrel,'  thought  Gondremark. 
'The  damned  minx  may  fail  me  yet,  unless  they 
quarrel.  It  is  time  to  let  him  in.  Zz — fight,  dogs ! ' 
Consequent  on  these  reflections,  he  bent  a  stiff  knee 
and  chivalrously  kissed  the  Princess's  hand.  'My 
Princess,'  he  said,  'must  now  dismiss  her  servant. 
I  have  much  to  arrange  against  the  hour  of  council.' 

'  Go,'  she  said,  and  rose. 

And  as  Gondremark  tripped  out  of  a  private  door, 
she  touched  a  bell,  and  gave  the  order  to  admit  the 
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CHAPTER    VI 

THE   PRINCE   DELIVERS   A    LECTURE   ON   MARRIAGE, 
WITH    PRACTICAL    ILLUSTRATIONS    OF    DIVORCE 

With  what  a  world  of  excellent  intentions  Otto 
entered  his  wife's  cabinet!  how  fatherly,  how 
tender!  how  morally  affecting  were  the  words  he 
had  prepared !  Nor  was  Seraphina  unamiably  in- 
clined. Her  usual  fear  of  Otto  as  a  marplot  in  her 
great  designs  was  now  swallowed  up  in  a  passing 
distrust  of  the  designs  themselves.  For  Gondre- 
mark,  besides,  she  had  conceived  an  angry  horror. 
In  her  heart  she  did  not  like  the  Baron.  Behind 
his  impudent  servility,  behind  the  devotion  which, 
with  indelicate  delicacy,  he  still  forced  on  her  atten- 
tion, she  divined  the  grossness  of  his  nature.  So  a 
man  may  be  proud  of  having  tamed  a  bear,  and  yet 
sicken  at  his  captive's  odour.  And  above  all,  she 
had  certain  jealous  intimations  that  the  man  was 
false  and  the  deception  double.  True,  she  falsely 
trifled  with  his  love ;  but  he,  perhaps,  was  only 
trifling  with  her  vanity.  The  insolence  of  his  late 
mimicry,  and  the  odium  of  her  own  position  as  she 

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sat  and  watched  it,  lay  besides  like  a  load  upon  her 
conscience.  She  met  Otto  almost  with  a  sense  of 
guilt,  and  yet  she  welcomed  him  as  a  deliverer  from 
ugly  things. 

But  the  wheels  of  an  interview  are  at  the  mercy 
of  a  thousand  ruts ;  and  even  at  Otto's  entrance  the 
first  jolt  occurred.  Gondremark,  he  saw,  was  gone; 
but  there  was  the  chair  drawn  close  for  consultation ; 
and  it  pained  him  not  only  that  this  man  had  been 
received,  but  that  he  should  depart  with  such  an  air 
of  secrecy.  Struggling  with  this  twinge,  it  was 
somewhat  sharply  that  he  dismissed  the  attendant 
who  had  brought  him  in. 

'  You  make  yourself  at  home,  chez  moi?  she  said, 
a  little  ruffled  both  by  his  tone  of  command  and  by 
the  glance  he  had  thrown  upon  the  chair. 

'  Madam,'  replied  Otto,  '  I  am  here  so  seldom  that 
I  have  almost  the  rights  of  a  stranger.' 

'You  choose  your  own  associates,  Frederic,'  she 
said. 

'  I  am  here  to  speak  of  it,'  he  returned.  *  It  is 
now  four  years  since  we  were  married;  and  these  four 
years,  Seraphina,  have  not  perhaps  been  happy  either 
for  you  or  for  me.  I  am  well  aware  I  was  unsuit- 
able to  be  your  husband.  I  was  not  young,  I  had 
no  ambition,  I  was  a  trifler ;  and  you  despised  me,  I 
dare  not  say  unjustly.  But  to  do  justice  on  both 
sides,  you  must  bear  in  mind  how  I  have  acted. 
When  I  found  it  amused  you  to  play  the  part  of 
Princess  on  this  little  stage,  did  I  not  immediately 
resign  to  you  my  box  of  toys,  this  Griinewald? 
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A  LECTURE  ON  MARRIAGE 

And  when  I  found  I  was  distasteful  as  a  husband, 
could  any  husband  have  been  less  intrusive  ?  You 
will  tell  me  that  I  have  no  feelings,  no  preference, 
and  thus  no  credit ;  that  I  go  before  the  wind ;  that 
all  this  was  in  my  character.  And  indeed,  one  thing 
is  true, — that  it  is  easy,  too  easy,  to  leave  things  un- 
done. But,  Seraphina,  I  begin  to  learn  it  is  not 
always  wise.  If  I  were  too  old  and  too  uncongenial 
for  your  husband,  I  should  still  have  remembered 
that  I  was  the  Prince  of  that  country  to  which  you 
came,  a  visitor  and  a  child.  In  that  relation  also 
there  were  duties,  and  these  duties  I  have  not 
performed.' 

To  claim  the  advantage  of  superior  age  is  to  give 
sure  offence.  *  Duty  ! '  laughed  Seraphina,  '  and  on 
your  lips,  Frederic  !  You  make  me  laugh.  What 
fancy  is  this  ?  Go,  flirt  with  the  maids  and  be  a 
prince  in  Dresden  china,  as  you  look.  Enjoy  your- 
self, mon  enfant,  and  leave  duty  and  the  state  to  us.' 

The  plural  grated  on  the  Prince.  '  I  have  enjoyed 
myself  too  much,' he  said,  'since  enjoyment  is  the 
word.  And  yet  there  were  much  to  say  upon  the 
other  side.  You  must  suppose  me  desperately  fond 
of  hunting.  But  indeed  there  were  days  when  I 
found  a  great  deal  of  interest  in  what  it  was  courtesy 
to  call  my  government.  And  I  have  always  had 
some  claim  to  taste  ;  I  could  tell  live  happiness  from 
dull  routine ;  and  between  hunting,  and  the  throne 
of  Austria,  and  your  society,  my  choice  had  never 
wavered,  had  the  choice  been  mine.     You  were  a 

girl,  a  bud,  when  you  were  given  me ' 

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*  Heavens  ! '  she  cried,  '  is  this  to  be  a  love-scene  ? ' 

'  I  am  never  ridiculous,'  he  said  ;  '  it  is  my  only 
merit ;  and  you  may  be  certain  this  shall  be  a  scene 
of  marriage  d  la  mode.  But  when  I  remember  the 
beginning,  it  is  bare  courtesy  to  speak  in  sorrow. 
Be  just,  madam  :  you  would  think  me  strangely 
uncivil  to  recall  these  days  without  the  decency 
of  a  regret.  Be  yet  a  little  juster,  and  own,  if 
only  in  complaisance,  that  you  yourself  regret  that 
past.' 

'I  have  nothing  to  regret,'  said  the  Princess. 
*  You  surprise  me.     I  thought  you  were  so  happy.' 

'  Happy  and  happy,  there  are  so  many  hundred 
ways,'  said  Otto.  '  A  man  may  be  happy  in  revolt ; 
he  may  be  happy  in  sleep ;  wine,  change,  and  travel 
make  him  happy  ;  virtue,  they  say,  will  do  the  like 
— I  have  not  tried ;  and  they  say  also  that  in  old, 
quiet,  and  habitual  marriages  there  is  yet  an  other 
happiness.  Happy,  yes ;  I  am  happy  if  you  like ; 
but  I  will  tell  you  frankly,  I  was  happier  when  I 
brought  you  home.' 

'Well,'  said  the  Princess,  not  without  constraint, 
'  it  seems  you  changed  your  mind.' 

'  Not  I,'  returned  Otto,  '  I  never  changed.  Do 
you  remember,  Seraphina,  on  our  way  home,  when 
you  saw  the  roses  in  the  lane,  and  I  got  out  and 
plucked  them  ?  It  was  a  narrow  lane  between  great 
trees ;  the  sunset  at  the  end  was  all  gold,  and  the 
rooks  were  flying  overhead.  There  were  nine,  nine 
red  roses ;  you  gave  me  a  kiss  for  each,  and  I  told 
myself  that  every  rose  and  every  kiss  should  stand 
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for  a  year  of  love.  Well,  in  eighteen  months  there 
was  an  end.  But  do  you  fancy,  Seraphina,  that  my 
heart  has  altered  ? ' 

'I  am  sure  I  cannot  tell,'  she  said,  like  an 
automaton. 

'  It  has  not,'  the  Prince  continued.  '  There  is 
nothing  ridiculous,  even  from  a  husband,  in  a  love 
that  owns  itself  unhappy  and  that  asks  no  more.  I 
built  on  sand ;  pardon  me,  I  do  not  breathe  a  re- 
proach— I  built,  I  suppose,  upon  my  own  infirmities ; 
but  I  put  my  heart  in  the  building,  and  it  still  lies 
among  the  ruins.' 

'  How  very  poetical ! '  she  said,  with  a  little  chok- 
ing laugh,  unknown  relen tings,  unfamiliar  softnesses, 
moving  within  her.  *  What  would  you  be  at  ? '  she 
added,  hardening  her  voice. 

'  I  would  be  at  this,'  he  answered ;  '  and  hard  it  is 
to  say.  I  would  be  at  this  : — Seraphina,  I  am  your 
husband  after  all,  and  a  poor  fool  that  loves  you. 
Understand,'  he  cried  almost  fiercely,  '  I  am  no  sup- 
pliant husband ;  what  your  love  refuses  I  would 
scorn  to  receive  from  your  pity.  I  do  not  ask,  I 
would  not  take  it.  And  for  jealousy,  what  ground 
have  I  ?  A  dog-in-the-manger  jealousy  is  a  thing 
the  dogs  may  laugh  at.  But  at  least,  in  the  world's 
eye,  I  am  still  your  husband ;  and  I  ask  you  if  you 
treat  me  fairly  ?  I  keep  to  myself,  I  leave  you  free, 
I  have  given  you  in  everything  your  will.  What 
do  you  in  return  ?  I  find,  Seraphina,  that  you  have 
been  too  thoughtless.  But  between  persons  such  as 
we  are,  in  our  conspicuous  station,  particular  care 

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and  a  particular  courtesy  are  owing.     Scandal  is  per- 
haps not  easy  to  avoid  ;  but  it  is  hard  to  bear.' 

*  Scandal ! '  she  cried,  with  a  deep  breath.  '  Scan- 
dal !     It  is  for  this  you  have  been  driving  ! ' 

'  I  have  tried  to  tell  you  how  I  feel,'  he  replied. 
4 1  have  told  you  that  I  love  you — love  you  in  vain 
— a  bitter  thing  for  a  husband ;  I  have  laid  myself 
open  that  I  might  speak  without  offence.  And  now 
that  I  have  begun,  I  will  go  on  and  finish.' 

'  I  demand  it,'  she  said.     '  What  is  this  about  ? ' 
Otto  flushed  crimson.      '  I  have  to  say  what  I 
would  fain  not,'  he  answered.     '  I  counsel  you  to 
see  less  of  Gondremark.' 

*  Of  Gondremark  ?     And  why  ? '  she  asked. 

'  Your  intimacy  is  the  ground  of  scandal,  madam,' 
said  Otto,  firmly  enough — '  of  a  scandal  that  is 
agony  to  me,  and  would  be  crushing  to  your  parents 
if  they  knew  it.' 

*  You  are  the  first  to  bring  me  word  of  it,'  said 
she.     '  I  thank  you.' 

'  You  have  perhaps  cause,'  he  replied.  '  Perhaps 
I  am  the  only  one  among  your  friends ' 

'  O,  leave  my  friends  alone,'  she  interrupted. 
6  My  friends  are  of  a  different  stamp.  You  have 
come  to  me  here  and  made  a  parade  of  sentiment. 
When  have  I  last  seen  you  ?  I  have  governed  your 
kingdom  for  you  in  the  meanwhile,  and  there  I  got 
no  help.  At  last,  when  I  am  weary  with  a  man's 
work,  and  you  are  weary  of  your  playthings,  you 
return  to  make  me  a  scene  of  conjugal  reproaches — 
the  grocer  and  his  wife  !  The  positions  are  too  much 
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A  LECTURE  ON  MARRIAGE 

reversed ;  and  you  should  understand,  at  least,  that 
I  cannot  at  the  same  time  do  your  work  of  govern- 
ment and  behave  myself  like  a  little  girl.  Scandal 
is  the  atmosphere  in  which  we  live,  we  princes  ;  it 
is  what  a  prince  should  know.  You  play  an  odious 
part.     Do  you  believe  this  rumour  ? ' 

'  Madam,  should  I  be  here  ? '  said  Otto. 

'  It  is  what  I  want  to  know  ! '  she  cried,  the  tem- 
pest of  her  scorn  increasing.  *  Suppose  you  did — I 
say,  suppose  you  did  believe  it  ? ' 

'  I  should  make  it  my  business  to  suppose  the 
contrary,'  he  answered. 

'  I  thought  so.  O,  you  are  made  of  baseness ! ' 
said  she. 

'  Madam,'  he  cried,  roused  at  last,  *  enough  of  this. 
You  wilfully  misunderstand  my  attitude ;  you  out- 
wear my  patience.  In  the  name  of  your  parents, 
in  my  own  name,  I  summon  you  to  be  more  cir- 
cumspect. ' 

'  Is  this  a  request,  monsieur  mon  mari  ? '  she 
demanded. 

'  Madam,  if  I  choose,  I  might  command,'  said 
Otto. 

*  You  might,  sir,  as  the  law  stands,  make  me 
prisoner,'  returned  Seraphina.  '  Short  of  that  you 
will  gain  nothing.' 

'  You  will  continue  as  before  ? '  he  asked. 

'  Precisely  as  before,'  said  she.  '  As  soon  as  this 
comedy  is  over,  I  shall  request  the  Freiherr  von 
Gondremark  to  visit  me.  Do  you  understand  ? '  she 
added,  rising.     '  For  my  part,  I  have  done.' 

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f  I  will  then  ask  the  favour  of  your  hand,  madam,' 
said  Otto,  palpitating  in  every  pulse  with  anger. 
'  I  have  to  request  that  you  will  visit  in  my 
society  another  part  of  my  poor  house.  And  re- 
assure yourself — it  will  not  take  long — and  it  is  the 
last  obligation  that  you  shall  have  the  chance  to  lay 
me  under.' 

<  The  last  ? '  she  cried.     '  Most  joyfully ! ' 

She  offered  her  hand,  and  he  took  it ;  on  each  side 
with  an  elaborate  affectation,  each  inwardly  incan- 
descent. He  led  her  out  by  the  private  door,  follow- 
ing where  Gondremark  had  passed  ;  they  threaded 
a  corridor  or  two,  little  frequented,  looking  on  a 
court,  until  they  came  at  last  into  the  Prince's  suite. 
The  first  room  was  an  armoury,  hung  all  about  with 
the  weapons  of  various  countries,  and  looking  forth 
on  the  front  terrace. 

'  Have  you  brought  me  here  to  slay  me  ? '  she 
inquired. 

'  I  have  brought  you,  madam,  only  to  pass  on,' 
replied  Otto. 

Next  they  came  to  a  library,  where  an  old 
chamberlain  sat  half-asleep.  He  rose  and  bowed 
before  the  princely  couple,  asking  for  orders. 

'  You  will  attend  us  here,'  said  Otto. 

The  next  stage  was  a  gallery  of  pictures,  where 
Seraphina's  portrait  hung  conspicuous,  dressed  for 
the  chase,  red  roses  in  her  hair,  as  Otto,  in  the  first 
months  of  marriage,  had  directed.  He  pointed  to  it 
without  a  word  ;  she  raised  her  eyebrows  in  silence  ; 
and  they  passed  still  forward  into  a  matted  corridor 
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where  four  doors  opened.  One  led  to  Otto's  bed- 
room ;  one  was  the  private  door  to  Seraphina's. 
And  here,  for  the  first  time,  Otto  left  her  hand,  and, 
stepping  forward,  shot  the  bolt. 

'It  is  long,  madam,'  said  he,  '  since  it  was  bolted 
on  the  other  side.' 

'  One  was  effectual,'  returned  the  Princess.  '  Is 
this  all?' 

'  Shall  I  reconduct  you  ? '  he  asked,  bowing. 

'  I  should  prefer,'  she  asked,  in  ringing  tones,  '  the 
conduct  of  the  Freiherr  von  Gondremark.' 

Otto  summoned  the  chamberlain.  « If  the  Frei- 
herr von  Gondremark  is  in  the  palace,'  he  said,  *  bid 
him  attend  the  Princess  here.'  And  when  the  official 
had  departed,  'Can  I  do  more  to  serve  you,  madam  ?  ' 
the  Prince  asked. 

'  Thank  you,  no.  I  have  been  much  amused,'  she 
answered. 

*  I  have  now,'  continued  Otto,  '  given  you  your 
liberty  complete.  This  has  been  for  you  a  miserable 
marriage.' 

'  Miserable  ! '  said  she. 

'  It  has  been  made  light  to  you  ;  it  shall  be  lighter 
still,'  continued  the  Prince.  '  But  one  thing,  madam, 
you  must  still  continue  to  bear — my  father's  name, 
which  is  now  yours.  I  leave  it  in  your  hands.  Let 
me  see  you,  since  you  will  have  no  advice  of  mine, 
apply  the  more  attention  of  your  own  to  bear  it 
worthily.' 

'Herr  von  Gondremark  is  long  in  coming,'  she 
remarked. 

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*  O  Seraphina,  Seraphina ! '  he  cried.  And  that 
was  the  end  of  their  interview. 

She  tripped  to  a  window  and  looked  out ;  and  a 
little  after,  the  chamberlain  announced  the  Freiherr 
von  Gondremark,  who  entered  with  something  of  a 
wild  eye  and  changed  complexion,  confounded,  as  he 
was,  at  this  unusual  summons.  The  Princess  faced 
round  from  the  window  with  a  pearly  smile  ;  nothing 
but  her  heightened  colour  spoke  of  discomposure. 
Otto  was  pale,  but  he  was  otherwise  master  of 
himself. 

*  Herr  von  Gondremark,'  said  he,  '  oblige  me  so 
far :  reconduct  the  Princess  to  her  own  apartment.' 

The  Baron,  still  all  at  sea,  offered  his  hand,  which 
was  smilingly  accepted,  and  the  pair  sailed  forth 
through  the  picture-gallery. 

As  soon  as  they  were  gone,  and  Otto  knew  the 
length  and  breadth  of  his  miscarriage,  and  how  he 
had  done  the  contrary  of  all  that  he  intended,  he 
stood  stupefied.  A  fiasco  so  complete  and  sweeping 
was  laughable,  even  to  himself;  and  he  laughed 
aloud  in  his  wrath.  Upon  this  mood  there  followed 
the  sharpest  violence  of  remorse ;  and  to  that  again, 
as  he  recalled  his  provocation,  anger  succeeded 
afresh.  So  he  was  tossed  in  spirit;  now  bewailing 
his  inconsequence  and  lack  of  temper,  now  flaming 
up  in  white-hot  indignation  and  a  noble  pity  for 
himself. 

He  paced  his  apartment  like  a  leopard.  There 
was  danger  in  Otto,  for  a  flash.  Like  a  pistol,  he 
could  kill  at  one  moment,  and  the  next  he  might  be 
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kicked  aside.  But  just  then,  as  he  walked  the  long 
floors  in  his  alternate  humours,  tearing  his  hand- 
kerchief between  his  hands,  he  was  strung  to  his 
top  note,  every  nerve  attent.  The  pistol,  you  might 
say,  was  charged.  And  when  jealousy  from  time  to 
time  fetched  him  a  lash  across  the  tenderest  of  his 
feeling,  and  sent  a  string  of  her  fire-pictures  glancing 
before  his  mind's  eye,  the  contraction  of  his  face 
was  even  dangerous.  He  disregarded  jealousy's  in- 
ventions, yet  they  stung.  In  this  height  of  anger, 
he  still  preserved  his  faith  in  Seraphina's  innocence  ; 
but  the  thought  of  her  possible  misconduct  was  the 
bitterest  ingredient  in  his  pot  of  sorrow. 

There  came  a  knock  at  the  door,  and  the  cham- 
berlain brought  him  a  note.  He  took  it  and  ground 
it  in  his  hand,  continuing  his  march,  continuing  his 
bewildered  thoughts ;  and  some  minutes  had  gone 
by  before  the  circumstance  came  clearly  to  his  mind. 
Then  he  paused  and  opened  it.  It  was  a  pencil 
scratch  from  Gotthold,  thus  conceived  : 

6  The  council  is  privately  summoned  at  once. 

<G.  v.  H.' 

If  the  council  was  thus  called  before  the  hour, 
and  that  privately,  it  was  plain  they  feared  his 
interference.  Feared :  here  was  a  sweet  thought. 
Gotthold,  too — Gotthold,  who  had  always  used  and 
regarded  him  as  a  mere  peasant  lad,  had  now  been 
at  the  pains  to  warn  him ;  Gotthold  looked  for 
something  at  his  hands.     Well,  none  should  be  dis- 

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appointed  ;  the  Prince,  too  long  beshadowed  by  the 
uxorious  lover,  should  now  return  and  shine.  He 
summoned  his  valet,  repaired  the  disorder  of  his 
appearance  with  elaborate  care ;  and  then,  curled 
and  scented  and  adorned,  Prince  Charming  in  every 
line,  but  with  a  twitching  nostril,  he  set  forth  un- 
attended for  the  council. 


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THE  PRINCE  DISSOLVES  THE    COUNCIL 

It  was  as  Gotthold  wrote.  The  liberation  of  Sir 
John,  Greisengesang's  uneasy  narrative,  last  of  all, 
the  scene  between  Seraphina  and  the  Prince,  had 
decided  the  conspirators  to  take  a  step  of  bold 
timidity.  There  had  been  a  period  of  bustle,  liveried 
messengers  speeding  here  and  there  with  notes  ;  and 
at  half-past  ten  in  the  morning,  about  an  hour  before 
its  usual  hour,  the  council  of  Griinewald  sat  around 
the  board. 

It  was  not  a  large  body.  At  the  instance  of 
Gondremark,  it  had  undergone  a  strict  purgation, 
and  was  now  composed  exclusively  of  tools.  Three 
secretaries  sat  at  a  side-table.  Seraphina  took  the 
head;  on  her  right  was  the  Baron,  on  her  left 
Greisengesang ;  below  these  Grafinski  the  treasurer, 
Count  Eisenthal,  a  couple  of  non-combatants,  and, 
to  the  surprise  of  all,  Gotthold.  He  had  been  named 
a  privy  councillor  by  Otto,  merely  that  he  might 
profit  by  the  salary;  and  as  he  was  never  known 
to  attend  a  meeting,  it  had  occurred  to  nobody  to 
cancel   his   appointment.      His   present   appearance 

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was  the  more  ominous,  coming  when  it  did.  Gond- 
remark  scowled  upon  him ;  and  the  non-combatant 
on  his  right,  intercepting  this  black  look,  edged 
away  from  one  who  was  so  clearly  out  of  favour.    ■ 

'  The  hour  presses,  your  Highness,'  said  the  Baron  ; 
'  may  we  proceed  to  business  ?  ' 

'  At  once,'  replied  Seraphina. 

'  Your  Highness  will  pardon  me,'  said  Gotthold ; 
'but  you  are  still,  perhaps,  unacquainted  with  the 
fact  that  Prince  Otto  has  returned.' 

'  The  Prince  will  not  attend  the  council,'  replied 
Seraphina,  with  a  momentary  blush. — 'The  despatches, 
Herr  Cancellarius  ?     There  is  one  for  Gerolstein  ? ' 

A  secretary  brought  a  paper. 

'  Here,  madam,'  said  Greisengesang.  '  Shall  I 
read  it  ? ' 

'We  are  all  familiar  with  its  terms,'  replied 
Gondremark.     '  Your  Highness  approves  ? ' 

'  Unhesitatingly,'  said  Seraphina. 

'It  may  then  be  held  as  read,'  concluded  the 
Baron.     '  Will  your  Highness  sign  ? ' 

The  Princess  did  so ;  Gondremark,  Eisenthal,  and 
one  of  the  non-combatants  followed  suit ;  and  the 
paper  was  then  passed  across  the  table  to  the 
librarian.     He  proceeded  leisurely  to  read. 

'  We  have  no  time  to  spare,  Herr  Doctor,'  cried 
the  Baron  brutally.  '  If  you  do  not  choose  to  sign 
on  the  authority  of  your  sovereign,  pass  it  on.  Or 
you  may  leave  the  table,'  he  added,  his  temper 
ripping  out. 

'  I  decline  your  invitation,  Herr  von  Gondremark  ; 
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and  my  sovereign,  as  I  continue  to  observe  with 
regret,  is  still  absent  from  the  board,'  replied  the 
Doctor  calmly ;  and  he  resumed  the  perusal  of  the 
paper,  the  rest  chafing  and  exchanging  glances. 
'Madam  and  gentlemen,'  he  said  at  last,  'what  I 
hold  in  my  hand  is  simply  a  declaration  of  war.' 

'  Simply,'  said  Seraphina,  flashing  defiance. 

'  The  sovereign  of  this  country  is  under  the  same 
roof  with  us,'  continued  Gotthold,  '  and  I  insist  he 
shall  be  summoned.  It  is  needless  to  adduce  my 
reasons ;  you  are  all  ashamed  at  heart  of  this  pro- 
jected treachery.' 

The  council  waved  like  a  sea.  There  were  various 
outcries. 

'  You  insult  the  Princess,'  thundered  Gondremark. 

'  I  maintain  my  protest,'  replied  Gotthold. 

At  the  height  of  this  confusion  the  door  was 
thrown  open  ;  an  usher  announced,  '  Gentlemen,  the 
Prince ! '  and  Otto,  with  his  most  excellent  bearing, 
entered  the  apartment.  It  was  like  oil  upon  the 
troubled  waters;  every  one  settled  instantly  into 
his  place,  and  Greisengesang,  to  give  himself  a 
countenance,  became  absorbed  in  the  arrangement 
of  his  papers;  but  in  their  eagerness  to  dissemble 
one  and  all  neglected  to  rise. 

'  Gentlemen,'  said  the  Prince,  pausing. 

They  all  got  to  their  feet  in  a  moment ;  and  this 
reproof  still  further  demoralised  the  weaker  brethren. 

The  Prince  moved  slowly  towards  the  lower  end 
of  the  table ;  then  he  paused  again,  and,  fixing  his 
eye  on  Greisengesang,  '  How  comes  it,  Herr  Can- 

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cellarius,'  he  asked,  '  that  I  have  received  no  notice 
of  the  change  of  hour  ? ' 

'Your  Highness,'  replied  the  Chancellor,  'her 
Highness  the  Princess  .  .  .'  and  there  paused. 

'I  understood,'  said  Seraphina,  taking  him  up, 
'that  you  did  not  purpose  to  be  present.' 

Their  eyes  met  for  a  second,  and  Seraphina's  fell ; 
but  her  anger  only  burned  the  brighter  for  that 
private  shame. 

'  And  now,  gentlemen,'  said  Otto,  taking  his  chair, 
'  I  pray  you  to  be  seated.  I  have  been  absent ;  there 
are  doubtless  some  arrears ;  but  ere  we  proceed  to 
business,  Herr  Grafinski,  you  will  direct  four  thou- 
sand crowns  to  be  sent  to  me  at  once.  Make  a 
note,  if  you  please,'  he  added,  as  the  treasurer  still 
stared  in  wonder. 

'  Four  thousand  crowns  ? '  asked  Seraphina.  '  Pray, 
for  what  ? ' 

'Madam,'  returned  Otto,  smiling,  'for  my  own 
purposes.' 

Gondremark  spurred  up  Grafinski  underneath  the 
table. 

'If  your  Highness  will  indicate  the  destina- 
tion .  .  .'  began  the  puppet. 

'  You  are  not  here,  sir,  to  interrogate  your  Prince,' 
said  Otto. 

Grafinski  looked  for  help  to  his  commander ;  and 
Gondremark  came  to  his  aid,  in  suave  and  measured 
tones. 

'  Your  Highness  may  reasonably  be  surprised,'  he 
said  ;  '  and  Herr  Grafinski,  although  I  am  convinced 


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he  is  clear  of  the  intention  of  offending,  would  have 
perhaps  done  better  to  begin  with  an  explanation. 
The  resources  of  the  state  are  at  the  present  moment 
entirely  swallowed  up,  or,  as  we  hope  to  prove, 
wisely  invested.  In  a  month  from  now,  I  do  not 
question  we  shall  be  able  to  meet  any  command 
your  Highness  may  lay  upon  us;  but  at  this  hour 
I  fear  that,  even  in  so  small  a  matter,  he  must 
prepare  himself  for  disappointment.  Our  zeal  is  no 
less,  although  our  power  may  be  inadequate.' 

'How  much,  Herr  Graflnski,  have  we  in  the 
treasury  ?  '  asked  Otto. 

'Your  Highness,'  protested  the  treasurer,  'we 
have  immediate  need  of  every  crown.' 

'  I  think,  sir,  you  evade  me,'  flashed  the  Prince ; 
and  then,  turning  to  the  side-table,  'Mr.  Secretary,' 
he  added,  'bring  me,  if  you  please,  the  treasury 
docket.' 

Herr  Graflnski  became  deadly  pale ;  the  chancellor, 
expecting  his  own  turn,  was  probably  engaged  in 
prayer  ;  Gondremark  was  watching  like  a  ponderous 
cat.  Gotthold,  on  his  part,  looked  on  with  wonder 
at  his  cousin ;  he  was  certainly  showing  spirit,  but 
what,  in  such  a  time  of  gravity,  was  all  this  talk  of 
money  ?  and  why  should  he  waste  his  strength  upon 
a  personal  issue  ? 

'  I  find,'  said  Otto,  with  his  finger  on  the  docket, 
'  that  we  have  20,000  crowns  in  case.' 

'  That  is  exact,  your  Highness,'  replied  the  Baron. 
'But  our  liabilities,  all  of  which  are  happily  not 
liquid,   amount  to   a  far   larger   sum;   and  at  the 

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present  point  of  time  it  would  be  morally  impossible 
to  divert  a  single  florin.  Essentially,  the  case  is 
empty.  We  have,  already  presented,  a  large  note 
for  material  of  war.' 

'Material  of  war?'  exclaimed  Otto,  with  an  excellent 
assumption  of  surprise.  '  But  if  my  memory  serves 
me  right,  we  settled  these  accounts  in  January.' 

'There  have  been  further  orders,'  the  Baron  ex- 
plained. '  A  new  park  of  artillery  has  been  completed ; 
five  hundred  stand  of  arms,  seven  hundred  baggage- 
mules — the  details  are  in  a  special  memorandum. 
— Mr.  Secretary  Holtz,  the  memorandum,  if  you 
please. ' 

'  One  would  think,  gentlemen,  that  we  were  going 
to  war,'  said  Otto. 

'  We  are,'  said  Seraphina. 

1  War  ! '  cried  the  Prince.  '  And,  gentlemen,  with 
whom  ?  The  peace  of  Griinewald  has  endured  for 
centuries.  What  aggression,  what  insult  have  we 
suffered  ? ' 

'  Here,  your  Highness,'  said  Gotthold,  '  is  the 
ultimatum.  It  was  in  the  very  article  of  signature, 
when  your  Highness  so  opportunely  entered.' 

Otto  laid  the  paper  before  him ;  as  he  read,  his 
fingers  played  tattoo  upon  the  table.  'Was  it 
proposed,'  he  inquired,  'to  send  this  paper  forth 
without  a  knowledge  of  my  pleasure  ? ' 

One  of  the  non-combatants,  eager  to  trim,  volun- 
teered an  answer.  '  The  Herr  Doctor  von  Hohen- 
stockwitz  had  just  entered  his  dissent,'  he  added. 

'  Give  me  the  rest  of  this  correspondence,'  said 

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the  Prince.  It  was  handed  to  him,  and  he  read  it 
patiently  from  end  to  end,  while  the  councillors  sat 
foolishly  enough  looking  before  them  on  the  table. 
The  secretaries,  in  the  background,  were  exchanging 
glances  of  delight;  a  row  at  the  council  was  for 
them  a  rare  and  welcome  feature. 

*  Gentlemen,'  said  Otto,  when  he  had  finished,  '  I 
have  read  with  pain.  This  claim  upon  Obermiinsterol 
is  palpably  unjust ;  it  has  not  a  tincture,  not  a  show, 
of  justice.  There  is  not  in  all  this  ground  enough 
for  after-dinner  talk,  and  you  propose  to  force  it  as 
a  casus  belli.' 

'  Certainly,  your  Highness,'  returned  Gondremark, 
too  wise  to  defend  the  indefensible,  'the  claim  on 
Obermiinsterol  is  simply  a  pretext.' 

'  It  is  well,'  said  the  Prince.  '  Herr  Cancellarius, 
take  your  pen.  "  The  council," '  he  began  to  dictate 
— '  I  withhold  all  notice  of  my  intervention,'  he  said 
in  parenthesis,  and  addressing  himself  more  directly 
to  his  wife  ;  •  and  I  say  nothing  of  the  strange  sup- 
pression by  which  this  business  has  been  smuggled 
past  my  knowledge.  I  am  content  to  be  in  time — 
"The  council,"'  he  resumed,  '"on  a  further  ex- 
amination of  the  facts,  and  enlightened  by  the  note 
in  the  last  despatch  from  Gerolstein,  have  the  plea- 
sure to  announce  that  they  are  entirely  at  one,  both 
as  to  fact  and  sentiment,  with  the  Grand-Ducal 
Court  of  Gerolstein."  You  have  it?  Upon  these 
lines,  sir,  you  will  draw  up  the  despatch.' 

'  If  your  Highness  will  allow  me,'  said  the  Baron, 
'your  Highness  is  so  imperfectly  acquainted  with 

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the  internal  history  of  this  correspondence,  that  any 
interference  will  be  merely  hurtful.  Such  a  paper 
as  your  Highness  proposes  would  be  to  stultify  the 
whole  previous  policy  of  Griinewald.' 

'  The  policy  of  Griinewald ! '  cried  the  Prince. 
'  One  would  suppose  you  had  no  sense  of  humour ! 
Would  you  fish  in  a  coffee  cup  ? ' 

'With  deference,  your  Highness,'  returned  the 
Baron,  *  even  in  a  coffee  cup  there  may  be  poison. 
The  purpose  of  this  war  is  not  simply  territorial 
enlargement;  still  less  is  it  a  war  of  glory;  for,  as 
your  Highness  indicates,  the  state  of  Griinewald 
is  too  small  to  be  ambitious.  But  the  body  politic 
is  seriously  diseased ;  republicanism,  socialism,  many 
disintegrating  ideas  are  abroad ;  circle  within  circle, 
a  really  formidable  organisation  has  grown  up  about 
your  Highness's  throne.' 

'  I  have  heard  of  it,  Herr  von  Gondremark,'  put  in 
the  Prince ;  '  but  I  have  reason  to  be  aware  that 
yours  is  the  more  authoritative  information.' 

i  I  am  honoured  by  this  expression  of  my  Prince's 
confidence,'  returned  Gondremark,  unabashed.  *  It 
is,  therefore,  with  a  single  eye  to  these  disorders 
that  our  present  external  policy  has  been  shaped. 
Something  was  required  to  divert  public  attention, 
to  employ  the  idle,  to  popularise  your  Highness's 
rule,  and,  if  it  were  possible,  to  enable  him  to  reduce 
the  taxes  at  a  blow  and  to  a  notable  amount.  The 
proposed  expedition — for  it  cannot  without  hyperbole 
be  called  a  war — seemed  to  the  council  to  combine 
the  various  characters  required ;  a  marked  improve- 
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ment  in  the  public  sentiment  has  followed  even 
upon  our  preparations ;  and  I  cannot  doubt  that 
when  success  shall  follow,  the  effect  will  surpass 
even  our  boldest  hopes.' 

'  You  are  very  adroit,  Herr  von  Gondremark,'  said 
Otto.  'You  fill  me  with  admiration.  I  had  not 
heretofore  done  justice  to  your  qualities.' 

Seraphina  looked  up  with  joy,  supposing  Otto 
conquered ;  but  Gondremark  still  waited,  armed  at 
every  point;  he  knew  how  very  stubborn  is  the 
revolt  of  a  weak  character. 

•  And  the  territorial  army  scheme,  to  which  I  was 
persuaded  to  consent — was  it  secretly  directed  to 
the  same  end  ? '  the  Prince  asked. 

'  I  still  believe  the  effect  to  have  been  good,' 
replied  the  Baron ;  '  discipline  and  mounting  guard 
are  excellent  sedatives.  But  I  will  avow  to  your 
Highness,  I  was  unaware,  at  the  date  of  that  decree, 
of  the  magnitude  of  the  revolutionary  movement ; 
nor  did  any  of  us,  I  think,  imagine  that  such  a 
territorial  army  was  a  part  of  the  republican  pro- 
posals.' 

'  It  was  ? '  asked  Otto.  *  Strange !  Upon  what 
fancied  grounds  ? ' 

*  The  grounds  were  indeed  fanciful,'  returned  the 
Baron.  *  It  was  conceived  among  the  leaders  that  a 
territorial  army,  drawn  from  and  returning  to  the 
people,  would,  in  the  event  of  any  popular  uprising, 
prove  lukewarm  or  unfaithful  to  the  throne.' 

'  I  see,'  said  the  Prince.     '  I  begin  to  understand.' 
'  His  Highness  begins  to  understand  ? '  repeated 

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Gondremark,  with  the  sweetest  politeness.     '  May  I 
beg  of  him  to  complete  the  phrase  ? ' 

'  The  history  of  the  revolution,'  replied  Otto  drily. 
'  And  now,'  he  added,  '  what  do  you  conclude  ? ' 

'  I  conclude,  your  Highness,  with  a  simple  reflec- 
tion,' said  the  Baron,  accepting  the  stab  without  a 
quiver,  'the  war  is  popular;  were  the  rumour  con- 
tradicted to-morrow,  a  considerable  disappointment 
would  be  felt  in  many  classes ;  and  in  the  present 
tension  of  spirits,  the  most  lukewarm  sentiment  may 
be  enough  to  precipitate  events.  There  lies  the 
danger.  The  revolution  hangs  imminent ;  we  sit,  at 
this  council  board,  below  the  sword  of  Damocles.' 

'  We  must  then  lay  our  heads  together,'  said  the 
Prince,  'and  devise  some  honourable  means  of 
safety.' 

Up  to  this  moment,  since  the  first  note  of  opposi- 
tion fell  from  the  librarian,  Seraphina  had  uttered 
about  twenty  words.  With  a  somewhat  heightened 
colour,  her  eyes  generally  lowered,  her  foot  some- 
times nervously  tapping  on  the  floor,  she  had  kept 
her  own  counsel  and  commanded  her  anger  like  a 
hero.  But  at  this  stage  of  the  engagement  she  lost 
control  of  her  impatience. 

'  Means  ! '  she  cried.  *  They  have  been  found  and 
prepared  before  you  knew  the  need  for  them.  Sign 
the  despatch,  and  let  us  be  done  with  this  delay.' 

'Madam,   I    said  "honourable,"'  returned   Otto, 

bowing.     '  This  war  is,  in  my  eyes,  and  by  Herr  von 

Gondremark's   account,  an   inadmissible   expedient. 

If  we  have  misgoverned  here  in  Griinewald,  are  the 

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people  of  Gerolstein  to  bleed  and  pay  for  our  mis- 
doings ?  Never,  madam ;  not  while  I  live.  But  I 
attach  so  much  importance  to  all  that  I  have  heard 
to-day  for  the  first  time — and  why  only  to-day  I  do 
not  even  stop  to  ask — that  I  am  eager  to  find  some 
plan  that  I  can  follow  with  credit  to  myself.' 

*  And  should  you  fail  ? '  she  asked. 

'Should  I  fail,  I  will  then  meet  the  blow  half- 
way,' replied  the  Prince.  '  On  the  first  open  dis- 
content, I  shall  convoke  the  States,  and,  when  it 
pleases  them  to  bid  me,  abdicate.' 

Seraphina  laughed  angrily.  '  This  is  the  man  for 
whom  we  have  been  labouring ! '  she  cried.  •  We 
tell  him  of  change ;  he  will  devise  the  means,  he 
says ;  and  his  device  is  abdication  ?  Sir,  have  you 
no  shame  to  come  here  at  the  eleventh  hour  among 
those  who  have  borne  the  heat  and  burthen  of  the 
day?  Do  you  not  wonder  at  yourself?  I,  sir,  was 
here  in  my  place,  striving  to  uphold  your  dignity 
alone.  I  took  counsel  with  the  wisest  I  could  find, 
while  you  were  eating  and  hunting.  I  have  laid  my 
plans  with  foresight ;  they  were  ripe  for  action  ;  and 
then — '  she  choked — 'then  you  return — for  a  fore- 
noon— to  ruin  all !  To-morrow  you  will  be  once 
more  about  your  pleasures ;  you  will  give  us  leave 
once  more  to  think  and  work  for  you ;  and  again 
you  will  come  back,  and  again  you  will  thwart  what 
you  had  not  the  industry  or  knowledge  to  conceive. 
O !  it  is  intolerable.  Be  modest,  sir.  Do  not 
presume  upon  the  rank  you  cannot  worthily  uphold. 
I  would   not   issue  my   commands    with   so   much 

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gusto — it  is   from   no   merit  in    yourself  they  are 

obeyed.     What   are  you  ?     What  have  you  to  do 

in  this  grave  council?     Go,'  she  cried,  'go  among 

your  equals !     The  very  people  in  the  streets  mock 

at  you  for  a  prince.' 

;    At  this  surprising  outburst  the  whole  council  sat 

aghast. 

*  Madam,'  said  the  Baron,  alarmed  out  of  his 
caution,  'command  yourself.' 

'  Address  yourself  to  me,  sir ! '  cried  the  Prince.  '  I 
will  not  bear  these  whisperings  ! ' 

Seraphina  burst  into  tears. 

'Sir,'  cried  the  Baron,  rising,  'this  lady .' 

'  Herr  von  Gondremark,'  said  the  Prince,  '  one 
more  observation,  and  I  place  you  under  arrest.' 

'Your  Highness  is  the  master,'  replied  Gondre- 
mark, bowing. 

'  Bear  it  in  mind  more  constantly,'  said  Otto. 
— '  Herr  Cancellarius,  bring  all  the  papers  to  my 
cabinet.     Gentlemen,  the  council  is  dissolved.' 

And  he  bowed  and  left  the  apartment,  followed  by 
Greisengesang  and  the  secretaries,  just  at  the  moment 
when  the  Princess's  ladies,  summoned  in  all  haste, 
entered  by  another  door  to  help  her  forth. 


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THE   PARTY   OF   WAR   TAKES  ACTION 

Half  an  hour  after,  Gondremark  was  once  more 
closeted  with  Seraphina. 

'  Where  is  he  now  ? '  she  asked,  on  his  arrival. 

*  Madam,  he  is  with  the  Chancellor,'  replied  the 
Baron.     '  Wonder  of  wonders,  he  is  at  work  ! ' 

*  Ah,'  she  said,  'he  was  born  to  torture  me!  O 
what  a  fall,  what  a  humiliation  !  Such  a  scheme  to 
wreck  upon  so  small  a  trifle  !     But  now  all  is  lost.' 

'Madam,'  said  Gondremark,  ' nothing  is  lost. 
Something,  on  the  other  hand,  is  found.  You  have 
found  your  senses ;  you  see  him  as  he  is — see  him  as 
you  see  everything  where  your  too-good  heart  is  not 
in  question — with  the  judicial,  with  the  statesman's 
eye.  So  long  as  he  had  a  right  to  interfere,  the 
empire  that  may  be  was  still  distant.  I  have  not 
entered  on  this  course  without  the  plain  foresight  of 
its  dangers  ;  and  even  for  this  I  was  prepared.  But, 
madam,  I  knew  two  things :  I  knew  that  you  were 
born  to  command,  that  I  was  born  to  serve ;  I  knew 
that  by  a  rare  conjuncture  the  hand  had  found  the 
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tool ;  and  from  the  first  I  was  confident,  as  I  am 
confident  to-day,  that  no  hereditary  trifler  has  the 
power  to  shatter  that  alliance.' 

'  I,  born  to  command  ! '  she  said.  '  Do  you  forget 
my  tears  ? ' 

4  Madam,  they  were  the  tears  of  Alexander,'  cried 
the  Baron.  '  They  touched,  they  thrilled  me  ;  I  for- 
got myself  a  moment — even  I !  But  do  you  suppose 
that  I  had  not  remarked,  that  I  had  not  admired, 
your  previous  bearing  ?  your  great  self-command  ? 
Ay,  that  was  princely  ! '  He  paused.  '  It  was  a 
thing  to  see.  I  drank  confidence  !  I  tried  to  imitate 
your  calm.  And  I  was  well  inspired ;  in  my  heart, 
I  think  that  I  was  well  inspired ;  that  any  man, 
within  the  reach  of  argument,  had  been  convinced ! 
But  it  was  not  to  be  ;  nor,  m%dam,  do  I  regret  the 
failure.  Let  us  be  open  ;  let  me  disclose  my  heart. 
I  have  loved  two  things,  not  unworthily  :  Griinewald 
and  my  sovereign ! '  Here  he  kissed  her  hand. 
'  Either  I  must  resign  my  ministry,  leave  the  land  of 
my  adoption  and  the  queen  whom  I  had  chosen  to 
obey — or .'     He  paused  again. 

'Alas,  Herr  von  Gondremark,  there  is  no  "or,"' 
said  Seraphina. 

'  Nay,  madam,  give  me  time,'  he  replied.  '  When 
first  I  saw  you,  you  were  still  young ;  not  every  man 
would  have  remarked  your  powers  ;  but  I  had  not 
been  twice  honoured  by  your  conversation  ere  I  had 
found  my  mistress.  I  have,  madam,  I  believe,  some 
genius  ;  and  I  have  much  ambition.  But  the  genius 
is  of  the  serving  kind  ;  and  to  offer  a  career  to  my 
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ambition,  I  had  to  find  one  born  to  rule.  This  is  the 
base  and  essence  of  our  union  ;  each  had  need  of  the 
other ;  each  recognised,  master  and  servant,  lever 
and  fulcrum,  the  complement  of  his  endowment. 
Marriages,  they  say,  are  made  in  heaven  :  how  much 
more  these  pure,  laborious,  intellectual  fellowships, 
born  to  found  empires  !  Nor  is  this  all.  We  found 
each  other  ripe,  filled  with  great  ideas  that  took 
shape  and  clarified  with  every  word.  We  grew 
together — ay,  madam,  in  mind  we  grew  together  like 
twin  children.  All  of  my  life  until  we  met  was  petty 
and  groping ;  was  it  not — I  will  flatter  myself  openly 
— it  was  the  same  with  you  !  Not  till  then  had  you 
those  eagle  surveys,  that  wide  and  hopeful  sweep  of 
intuition !  Thus  we  had  formed  ourselves,  and  we 
were  ready.' 

'  It  is  true,'  she  cried.  '  I  feel  it.  Yours  is  the 
genius ;  your  generosity  confounds  your  insight ;  all 
I  could  offer  you  was  the  position,  was  this  throne, 
to  be  a  fulcrum.  But  I  offered  it  without  reserve ; 
I  entered  at  least  warmly  into  all  your  thoughts  ;  you 
were  sure  of  me — sure  of  my  support — certain  of 
justice.  Tell  me,  tell  me  again,  that  I  have  helped 
you.' 

'  Nay,  madam,'  he  said,  'you  made  me.  In  every- 
thing you  were  my  inspiration.  And  as  we  prepared 
our  policy,  weighing  every  step,  how  often  have  I  had 
to  admire  your  perspicacity,  your  man-like  diligence 
and  fortitude  !  You  know  that  these  are  not  the  words 
of  flattery  ;  your  conscience  echoes  them  ;  have  you 
spared  a  day  ?  have  you  indulged  yourself  in  any 

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pleasure  ?  Young  and  beautiful,  you  have  lived  a  life 
of  high  intellectual  effort,  of  irksome  intellectual 
patience  with  details.  Well,  you  have  your  reward  : 
with  the  fall  of  Brandenau  the  throne  of  your 
Empire  is  founded.' 

'  What  thought  have  you  in  your  mind  ? '  she 
asked.     *  Is  not  all  ruined  ? ' 

*  Nay,  my  Princess,  the  same  thought  is  in  both 
our  minds,'  he  said. 

'  Herr  von  Gondremark,'  she  replied,  '  by  all  that 
I  hold  sacred,  I  have  none ;  I  do  not  think  at  all ;  I 
am  crushed.' 

'  You  are  looking  at  the  passionate  side  of  a  rich 
nature,  misunderstood  and  recently  insulted,'  said  the 
Baron.     '  Look  into  your  intellect,  and  tell  me.' 

'  I  find  nothing,  nothing  but  tumult,'  she  replied. 

'You  find  one  word  branded,  madam,'  returned 
the  Baron  :  '  "  Abdication  ! "  ' 

'  O  ! '  she  cried.  '  The  coward !  He  leaves  me  to 
bear  all,  and  in  the  hour  of  trial  he  stabs  me  from 
behind.  There  is  nothing  in  him,  not  respect,  not 
love,  not  courage — his  wife,  his  dignity,  his  throne, 
the  honour  of  his  father,  he  forgets  them  all ! ' 

'  Yes,'  pursued  the  Baron,  '  the  word  Abdication. 
I  perceive  a  glimmering  there.' 

'  I  read  your  fancy,'  she  returned.  '  It  is  mere 
madness,  midsummer  madness.  Baron,  I  am  more 
unpopular  than  he.  You  know  it.  They  can  excuse, 
they  can  love,  his  weakness  ;  but  me,  they  hate.' 

f  Such  is  the  gratitude  of  peoples,'  said  the  Baron. 
*  But  we  trifle.  Here,  madam,  are  my  plain  thoughts. 
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The  man  who  in  the  hour  of  danger  speaks  of  abdica- 
tion is,  for  me,  a  venomous  animal.  I  speak  with  the 
bluntness  of  gravity,  madam  ;  this  is  no  hour  for 
mincing.  The  coward,  in  a  station  of  authority,  is 
more  dangerous  than  fire.  We  dwell  on  a  volcano  ; 
if  this  man  can  have  his  way,  Griinewald  before  a 
week  will  have  been  deluged  with  innocent  blood. 
You  know  the  truth  of  what  I  say ;  we  have  looked 
unblenching  into  this  ever-possible  catastrophe.  To 
him  it  is  nothing :  he  will  abdicate  !  Abdicate,  just 
God !  and  this  unhappy  country  committed  to  his 
charge,  and  the  lives  of  men  and  the  honour  of 
women  .  .  .'  His  voice  appeared  to  fail  him ;  in  an 
instant  he  had  conquered  his  emotion  and  resumed  : 
'  But  you,  madam,  conceive  more  worthily  of  your 
responsibilities.  I  am  with  you  in  the  thought ;  and 
in  the  face  of  the  horrors  that  I  see  impending,  I  say, 
and  your  heart  repeats  it — we  have  gone  too  far  to 
pause.  Honour,  duty,  ay,  and  the  care  of  our  own 
lives,  demand  we  should  proceed.' 

She  was  looking  at  him,  her  brow  thoughtfully 
knitted.  *  I  feel  it,'  she  said.  '  But  how  ?  He  has 
the  power.' 

'  The  power,  madam  ?  The  power  is  in  the  army,' 
he  replied  ;  and  then  hastily,  ere  she  could  intervene, 
'  we  have  to  save  ourselves/  he  went  on  ;  '  I  have  to 
save  my  Princess,  she  has  to  save  her  minister ;  we 
have  both  of  us  to  save  this  infatuated  youth  from 
his  own  madness.  He  in  the  outbreak  would  be  the 
earliest  victim  ;  I  see  him,'  he  cried,  '  torn  in  pieces  ; 
and  Griinewald,  unhappy  Griinewald  !    Nay,  madam, 

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you  who  have  the  power  must  use  it ;  it  lies  hard 
upon  your  conscience.' 

'  Show  me  how  ! '  she  cried.  '  Suppose  I  were  to 
place  him  under  some  constraint,  the  revolution 
would  break  upon  us  instantly.' 

The  Baron  feigned  defeat.  'It is  true,'  he  said. 
'  You  see  more  clearly  than  I  do.  Yet  there  should, 
there  must  be,  some  way.'  And  he  waited  for  his 
chance. 

'  No,'  she  said ;  '  I  told  you  from  the  first  there  is 
no  remedy.  Our  hopes  are  lost :  lost  by  one  miser- 
able trifler,  ignorant,  fretful,  fitful — who  will  have 
disappeared  to-morrow,  who  knows  ?  to  his  boorish 
pleasures ! ' 

Any  peg  would  do  for  Gondremark.  '  The  thing  ! ' 
he  cried,  striking  his  brow.  ■  Fool,  not  to  have 
thought  of  it !  Madam,  without  perhaps  knowing  it, 
you  have  solved  our  problem.' 

*  What  do  you  mean  ?     Speak  ! '  she  said. 

He  appeared  to  collect  himself ;  and  then,  with  a 
smile,  '  The  Prince,'  he  said,  '  must  go  once  more 
a-hunting.' 

'  Ay,  if  he  would  ! '  cried  she,  '  and  stay  there  ! ' 

'  And  stay  there,'  echoed  the  Baron.  It  was  so 
significantly  said,  that  her  face  changed  ;  and  the 
schemer,  fearful  of  the  sinister  ambiguity  of  his  ex- 
pressions, hastened  to  explain.  '  This  time  he  shall 
go  hunting  in  a  carriage,  with  a  good  escort  of  our 
foreign  lancers.  His  destination  shall  be  the  Felsen- 
burg ;  it  is  healthy,  the  rock  is  high,  the  windows  are 
small  and  barred  ;  it  might  have  been  built  on  pur- 
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pose.  We  shall  intrust  the  captaincy  to  the  Scots- 
man Gordon  ;  he  at  least  will  have  no  scruple.  Who 
will  miss  the  sovereign  ?  He  is  gone  hunting ;  he 
came  home  on  Tuesday,  on  Thursday  he  returned  ; 
all  is  usual  in  that.  Meanwhile  the  war  proceeds ; 
our  Prince  will  soon  weary  of  his  solitude ;  and 
about  the  time  of  our  triumph,  or,  if  he  prove  very 
obstinate,  a  little  later,  he  shall  be  released  upon  a 
proper  understanding,  and  I  see  him  once  more 
directing  his  theatricals.' 

Seraphina  sat  gloomy,  plunged  in  thought.  i  Yes,' 
she  said  suddenly,  *  and  the  despatch  ?  He  is  now 
writing  it.' 

'  It  cannot  pass  the  council  before  Friday,'  re- 
plied Gondremark ;  *  and  as  for  any  private  note, 
the  messengers  are  all  at  my  disposal.  They  are 
picked  men,  madam.  I  am  a  person  of  precau- 
tion.' 

'  It  would  appear  so,'  she  said,  with  a  flash  of  her 
occasional  repugnance  to  the  man  ;  and  then  after  a 
pause,  '  Herr  von  Gondremark,'  she  added,  '  I  recoil 
from  this  extremity.' 

'  I  share  your  Highness's  repugnance,'  answered 
he.  '  But  what  would  you  have  ?  We  are  defence- 
less else.' 

'  I  see  it,  but  this  is  sudden.  It  is  a  public  crime,' 
she  said,  nodding  at  him  with  a  sort  of  horror. 

'  Look  but  a  little  deeper,'  he  returned,  '  and  whose 
is  the  crime  ? ' 

'  His  ! '  she  cried.  '  His,  before  God  !  And  I  hold 
him  liable.    But  still ' 

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'  It  is  not  as  if  he  would  be  harmed/  submitted 
Gondremark. 

'  I  know  it,'  she  replied,  but  it  was  still  unheartily. 

And  then,  as  brave  men  are  entitled,  by  prescrip- 
tive right  as  old  as  the  world's  history,  to  the  alliance 
and  the  active  help  of  Fortune,  the  punctual  goddess 
stepped  down  from  the  machine.  One  of  the  Prin- 
cess's ladies  begged  to  enter  ;  a  man,  it  appeared,  had 
brought  a  line  for  the  Freiherr  von  Gondremark.  It 
proved  to  be  a  pencil  billet,  which  the  crafty  Greisen- 
gesang  had  found  the  means  to  scribble  and  despatch 
under  the  very  guns  of  Otto ;  and  the  daring  of  the 
act  bore  testimony  to  the  terror  of  the  actor.  For 
Greisengesang  had  but  one  influential  motive  :  fear. 
The  note  ran  thus  :  '  At  the  first  council,  procuration 
to  be  withdrawn. — Corn.  Greis.' 

So,  after  three  years  of  exercise,  the  right  of 
signature  was  to  be  stript  from  Seraphina.  It  was 
more  than  an  insult ;  it  was  a  public  disgrace  ;  and 
she  did  not  pause  to  consider  how  she  had  earned  it, 
but  morally  bounded  under  the  attack  as  bounds  the 
wounded  tiger. 

'  Enough,'  she  said ;  '  I  will  sign  the  order.  When 
shall  he  leave  ? ' 

*  It  will  take  me  twelve  hours  to  collect  my  men, 
and  it  had  best  be  done  at  night.  To-morrow  mid- 
night, if  you  please  ? '  answered  the  Baron. 

*  Excellent,'  she  said.  '  My  door  is  always  open  to 
you,  Baron.  As  soon  as  the  order  is  prepared,  bring 
it  me  to  sign.' 

'  Madam,'  he  said,  '  alone  of  all  of  us  you  do  not 
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risk  your  head  in  this  adventure.  For  that  reason, 
and  to  prevent  all  hesitation,  I  venture  to  propose 
the  order  should  be  in  your  hand  throughout.' 

*  You  are  right,'  she  replied. 

He  laid  a  form  before  her,  and  she  wrote  the  order 
in  a  clear  hand,  and  re-read  it.  Suddenly  a  cruel 
smile  came  on  her  face.  '  I  had  forgotten  his  puppet,' 
said  she.  '  They  will  keep  each  other  company. ' 
And  she  interlined  and  initialed  the  condemnation 
of  Doctor  Gotthold. 

'Your  Highness  has  more  memory  than  your 
servant,'  said  the  Baron ;  and  then  he,  in  his  turn, 
carefully  perused  the  fateful  paper.  *  Good ! ' 
said  he. 

'  You  will  appear  in  the  drawing-room,  Baron  ? ' 
she  asked. 

'  I  thought  it  better/  said  he,  '  to  avoid  the  possi- 
bility of  a  public  affront.  Anything  that  shook  my 
credit  might  hamper  us  in  the  immediate  future.' 

'  You  are  right,'  she  said ;  and  she  held  out  her 
hand  as  to  an  old  friend  and  equal. 


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THE    PRICE    OF    THE    RIVER   FARM  ;     IN   WHICH    VAIN- 
GLORY   GOES    BEFORE   A    FALL 

The  pistol  had  been  practically  fired.  Under  ordi- 
nary circumstances  the  scene  at  the  council  table 
would  have  entirely  exhausted  Otto's  store  both  of 
energy  and  anger ;  he  would  have  begun  to  examine 
and  condemn  his  conduct,  have  remembered  all  that 
was  true,  forgotten  all  that  was  unjust  in  Seraphina's 
onslaught ;  and  by  half  an  hour  after  would  have 
fallen  into  that  state  of  mind  in  which  a  Catholic 
flees  to  the  confessional  and  a  sot  takes  refuge  with 
the  bottle.  Two  matters  of  detail  preserved  his 
spirits.  For,  first,  he  had  still  an  infinity  of  business 
to  transact ;  and  to  transact  business,  for  a  man  of 
Otto's  neglectful  and  procrastinating  habits,  is  the 
best  anodyne  for  conscience.  All  afternoon  he  was 
hard  at  it  with  the  Chancellor,  reading,  dictating, 
signing,  and  despatching  papers ;  and  this  kept  him 
in  a  glow  of  self-approval.  But,  secondly,  his  vanity 
was  still  alarmed ;  he  had  failed  to  get  the  money  ; 
to-morrow  before  noon  he  would  have  to  disappoint 
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old  Killian ;  and  in  the  eyes  of  that  family  which 
counted  him  so  little,  and  to  which  he  had  sought 
to  play  the  part  of  the  heroic  comforter,  he  must 
sink  lower  than  at  first.  To  a  man  of  Otto's  temper, 
this  was  death.  He  could  not  accept  the  situation. 
And  even  as  he  worked,  and  worked  wisely  and 
well,  over  the  hated  details  of  his  principality,  he  was 
secretly  maturing  a  plan  by  which  to  turn  the  situa- 
tion. It  was  a  scheme  as  pleasing  to  the  man  as  it 
was  dishonourable  in  the  prince;  in  which  his  frivolous 
nature  found  and  took  vengeance  for  the  gravity  and 
burthen  of  the  afternoon.  He  chuckled  as  he 
thought  of  it :  and  Greisengesang  heard  him  with 
wonder,  and  attributed  his  lively  spirits  to  the 
skirmish  of  the  morning. 

Led  by  this  idea,  the  antique  courtier  ventured  to 
compliment  his  sovereign  on  his  bearing.  It  reminded 
him,  he  said,  of  Otto's  father. 

'  What  ? '  asked  the  Prince,  whose  thoughts  were 
miles  away. 

*  Your  Highness's  authority  at  the  board,'  explained 
the  flatterer. 

'  O,  that !  O  yes,'  returned  Otto  ;  but  for  all  his 
carelessness,  his  vanity  was  delicately  tickled,  and  his 
mind  returned  and  dwelt  approvingly  over  the  details 
of  his  victory.     '  I  quelled  them  all,'  he  thought. 

When  the  more  pressing  matters  had  been  dis- 
missed, it  was  already  late,  and  Otto  kept  the 
Chancellor  to  dinner,  and  was  entertained  with  a 
leash  of  ancient  histories  and  modern  compliments. 
The  Chancellor's  career  had  been  based,  from  the  first 

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off-put,  on  entire  subserviency  ;  he  had  crawled  into 
honours  and  employments  ;  and  his  mind  was  prosti- 
tute. The  instinct  of  the  creature  served  him  well 
with  Otto.  First,  he  let  fall  a  sneering  word  or  two 
upon  the  female  intellect ;  thence  he  proceeded  to  a 
closer  engagement ;  and  before  the  third  course  he 
was  artfully  dissecting  Seraphina's  character  to  her 
approving  husband.  Of  course  no  names  were  used  ; 
and  of  course  the  identity  of  that  abstract  or  ideal 
man,  with  whom  she  was  currently  contrasted, 
remained  an  open  secret.  But  this  stiff  old  gentle- 
man had  a  wonderful  instinct  for  evil,  thus  to  wind 
his  way  into  man's  citadel ;  thus  to  harp  by  the  hour 
on  the  virtues  of  his  hearer  and  not  once  alarm  his 
self-respect.  Otto  was  all  roseate,  in  and  out,  with 
flattery  and  Tokay  and  an  approving  conscience.  He 
saw  himself  in  the  most  attractive  colours.  If  even 
Greisengesang,  he  thought,  could  thus  espy  the  loose 
stitches  in  Seraphina's  character,  and  thus  disloyally 
impart  them  to  the  opposite  camp,  he,  the  discarded 
husband — the  dispossessed  Prince — could  scarce  have 
erred  on  the  side  of  severity. 

In  this  excellent  frame  he  bade  adieu  to  the  old 
gentleman,  whose  voice  had  proved  so  musical,  and 
set  forth  for  the  drawing-room.  Already  on  the  stair, 
he  was  seized  with  some  compunction  ;  but  when  he 
entered  the  great  gallery  and  beheld  his  wife,  the 
Chancellor's  abstract  flatteries  fell  from  him  like  rain, 
and  he  re-awoke  to  the  poetic  facts  of  life.  She  stood 
a  good  way  off  below  a  shining  lustre,  her  back 
turned.  The  bend  of  her  waist  overcame  him  with 
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physical  weakness.  This  was  the  girl-wife  who  had 
lain  in  his  arms  and  whom  he  had  sworn  to  cherish ; 
there  was  she,  who  was  better  than  success. 

It  was  Seraphina  who  restored  him  from  the  blow. 
She  swam  forward  and  smiled  upon  her  husband  with 
a  sweetness  that  was  insultingly  artificial.  '  Frederic,' 
she  lisped,  '  you  are  late/  It  was  a  scene  of  high 
comedy,  such  as  is  proper  to  unhappy  marriages  ;  and 
her  aplomb  disgusted  him. 

There  was  no  etiquette  at  these  small  drawing- 
rooms.  People  came  and  went  at  pleasure.  The 
window  embrasures  became  the  roost  of  happy 
couples ;  at  the  great  chimney  the  talkers  mostly 
congregated,  each  full-charged  with  scandal ;  and 
down  at  the  farther  end  the  gamblers  gambled.  It 
was  towards  this  point  that  Otto  moved,  not  osten- 
tatiously, but  with  a  gentle  insistence,  and  scattering 
attentions  as  he  went.  Once  abreast  of  the  card-table, 
he  placed  himself  opposite  to  Madame  von  Rosen, 
and,  as  soon  as  he  had  caught  her  eye,  withdrew  to 
the  embrasure  of  a  window.  There  she  had  speedily 
joined  him. 

'  You  did  well  to  call  me,'  she  said,  a  little  wildly. 
'  These  cards  will  be  my  ruin. ' 

'  Leave  them,'  said  Otto. 

'  I ! '  she  cried,  and  laughed ;  '  they  are  my  destiny. 
My  only  chance  was  to  die  of  consumption  ;  now  I 
must  die  in  a  garret.' 

1  You  are  bitter  to-night,'  said  Otto. 

'I  have  been  losing,'  she  replied.  'You  do  not 
know  what  greed  is.' 

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'I  have  come,  then,  in  an  evil  hour,'  said  he. 

'  Ah,  you  wish  a  favour ! '  she  cried,  brightening 
beautifully. 

'  Madam,'  said  he,  '  I  am  about  to  found  my  party, 
and  I  come  to  you  for  a  recruit.' 

'  Done,'  said  the  Countess.     '  I  am  a  man  again.' 

'  I  may  be  wrong,'  continued  Otto,  '  but  I  believe 
upon  my  heart  you  wish  me  no  ill.' 

'  I  wish  you  so  well,'  she  said,  'that  I  dare  not  tell 
it  you.' 

*  Then  if  I  ask  my  favour  ? '  quoth  the  Prince. 

'  Ask  it,  mon  Prince?  she  answered.  '  Whatever 
it  is,  it  is  granted.' 

'I  wish  you,'  he  returned,  'this  very  night  to 
make  the  farmer  of  our  talk.' 

6  Heaven  knows  your  meaning ! '  she  exclaimed. 
'  I  know  not,  neither  care ;  there  are  no  bounds  to 
my  desire  to  please  you.     Call  him  made.' 

'  I  will  put  it  in  another  way,'  returned  Otto. 
1  Did  you  ever  steal  ? ' 

'  Often  ! '  cried  the  Countess.  '  I  have  broken  all 
the  ten  commandments ;  and  if  there  were  more 
to-morrow  I  should  not  sleep  till  I  had  broken 
these.' 

'This  is  a  case  of  burglary:  to  say  the  truth,  I 
thought  it  would  amuse  you,'  said  the  Prince. 

6 1  have  no  practical  experience,'  she  replied,  '  but 
O  !  the  good-will !  I  have  broken  a  work-box  in 
my  time,  and  several  hearts,  my  own  included. 
Never  a  house !  But  it  cannot  be  difficult;  sins  are 
so  unromantically  easy  !  What  are  we  to  break  ? ' 
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'  Madam,  we  are  to  break  the  treasury,'  said  Otto  ; 
and  he  sketched  to  her  briefly,  wittily,  with  here  and 
there  a  touch  of  pathos,  the  story  of  his  visit  to  the 
farm,  of  his  promise  to  buy  it,  and  of  the  refusal 
with  which  his  demand  for  money  had  been  met 
that  morning  at  the  council ;  concluding  with  a  few 
practical  words  as  to  the  treasury  windows,  and  the 
helps  and  hindrances  of  the  proposed  exploit. 

*  They  refused  you  the  money,'  she  said  when  he 
had  done.     '  And  you  accepted  the  refusal  ?     Well ! ' 

'  They  gave  their  reasons,'  replied  Otto,  colouring. 
'  They  were  not  such  as  I  could  combat ;  and  I  am 
driven  to  dilapidate  the  funds  of  my  own  country  by 
a  theft.     It  is  not  dignified ;  but  it  is  fun.' 

'Fun,'  she  said;  'yes.'  And  then  she  remained 
silently  plunged  in  thought  for  an  appreciable  time. 
'  How  much  do  you  require  ? '  she  asked  at  length. 

'Three  thousand  crowns  will  do,'  he  answered, 
'for  I  have  still  some  money  of  my  own.' 

'  Excellent,'  she  said,  regaining  her  levity.  •  I  am 
your  true  accomplice.     And  where  are  we  to  meet  ? ' 

'You  know  the  Flying  Mercury,'  he  answered, 
'in  the  Park?  Three  pathways  intersect;  there 
they  have  made  a  seat  and  raised  the  statue.  The 
spot  is  handy  and  the  deity  congenial.' 

'  Child,'  she  said,  and  tapped  him  with  her  fan. 
'  But  do  you  know,  my  Prince,  you  are  an  egoist — 
your  handy  trysting-place  is  miles  from  me.  You 
must  give  me  ample  time ;  I  cannot,  I  think,  pos- 
sibly be  there  before  two.  But  as  the  bell  beats 
two,   your   helper  shall   arrive :    welcome,    I   trust. 

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IN  WHICH  VAINGLORY 

Stay — do  you  bring  any  one  ? '  she  added.  '  O,  it  is 
not  for  a  chaperon — I  am  not  a  prude  ! ' 

'  I  shall  bring  a  groom  of  mine,'  said  Otto.  '  I 
caught  him  stealing  corn.' 

'  His  name  ? '  she  asked. 

'I  profess  I  know  not.  I  am  not  yet  intimate 
with  my  corn-stealer,'  returned  the  Prince.  '  It  was 
in  a  professional  capacity ' 

'Like  me!  Flatterer!'  she  cried.  'But  oblige 
me  in  one  thing.  Let  me  find  you  waiting  at  the 
seat — yes,  you  shall  await  me ;  for  on  this  expedi- 
tion it  shall  be  no  longer  Prince  and  Countess,  it 
shall  be  the  lady  and  the  squire — and  your  friend 
the  thief  shall  be  no  nearer  than  the  fountain.  Do 
you  promise  ? ' 

'  Madam,  in  everything  you  are  to  command ;  you 
shall  be  captain,  I  am  but  supercargo,'  answered 
Otto. 

'  Well,  Heaven  bring  all  safe  to  port ! '  she  said. 
'  It  is  not  Friday  ! ' 

Something  in  her  manner  had  puzzled  Otto,  had 
possibly  touched  him  with  suspicion. 

'Is  it  not  strange,'  he  remarked,  'that  I  should 
choose  my  accomplice  from  the  other  camp  ? ' 

'  Fool ! '  she  said.  '  But  it  is  your  only  wisdom 
that  you  know  your  friends. '  And  suddenly,  in  the 
vantage  of  the  deep  window,  she  caught  up  his  hand 
and  kissed  it  with  a  sort  of  passion.  '  Now  go,'  she 
added,  '  go  at  once.' 

He  went,  somewhat  staggered,  doubting  in  his 
heart  that  he  was  over-bold.  For  in  that  moment 
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she  had  flashed  upon  him  like  a  jewel ;  and  even 
through  the  strong  panoply  of  a  previous  love  he 
had  been  conscious  of  a  shock.  Next  moment  he 
had  dismissed  the  fear. 

Both  Otto  and  the  Countess  retired  early  from 
the  drawing-room  ;  and  the  Prince,  after  an  elaborate 
feint,  dismissed  his  valet  and  went  forth  by  the 
private  passage  and  the  back  postern  in  quest  of 
the  groom. 

Once  more  the  stable  was  in  darkness,  once  more 
Otto  employed  the  talismanic  knock,  and  once  more 
the  groom  appeared  and  sickened  with  terror. 

'  Good-evening,  friend,'  said  Otto  pleasantly.  '  I 
want  you  to  bring  a  corn  sack — empty  this  time 
— and  to  accompany  me.  We  shall  be  gone  all 
night.' 

'  Your  Highness,'  groaned  the  man,  '  I  have  the 
charge  of  the  small  stables.     I  am  here  alone.' 

'  Come,'  said  the  Prince,  *  you  are  no  such  martinet 
in  duty.'  And  then  seeing  that  the  man  was 
shaking  from  head  to  foot,  Otto  laid  a  hand  upon 
his  shoulder.  '  If  I  meant  you  harm,'  he  said, 
'  should  I  be  here  ? ' 

The  fellow  became  instantly  reassured.  He  got 
the  sack  ;  and  Otto  led  him  round  by  several  paths 
and  avenues,  conversing  pleasantly  by  the  way,  and 
left  him  at  last  planted  by  a  certain  fountain  where 
a  goggle-eyed  Triton  spouted  intermittently  into  a 
rippling  laver.  Thence  he  proceeded  alone  to  where, 
in  a  round  clearing,  a  copy  of  Gian  Bologna's 
Mercury  stood  tiptoe  in  the  twilight  of  the  stars. 
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IN  WHICH  VAINGLORY 

The  night  was  warm  and  windless.  A  shaving  of 
new  moon  had  lately  arisen  ;  but  it  was  still  too 
small  and  too  low  down  in  heaven  to  contend  with 
the  immense  host  of  lesser  luminaries ;  and  the 
rough  face  of  the  earth  was  drenched  with  starlight. 
Down  one  of  the  alleys,  which  widened  as  it  re- 
ceded, he  could  see  a  part  of  the  lamplit  terrace 
where  a  sentry  silently  paced,  and  beyond  that  a 
corner  of  the  town  with  interlacing  street-lights. 
But  all  around  him  the  young  trees  stood  mystically 
blurred  in  the  dim  shine  ;  and  in  the  stock-still  quiet- 
ness the  up-leaping  god  appeared  alive. 

In  this  dimness  and  silence  of  the  night,  Otto's 
conscience  became  suddenly  and  staringly  luminous, 
like  the  dial  of  a  city  clock.  He  averted  the  eyes 
of  his  mind,  but  the  ringer,  rapidly  travelling,  pointed 
to  a  series  of  misdeeds  that  took  his  breath  away. 
What  was  he  doing  in  that  place  ?  The  money  had 
been  wrongly  squandered,  but  that  was  largely  by 
his  own  neglect.  And  he  now  proposed  to  em- 
barrass the  finances  of  this  country  which  he  had 
been  too  idle  to  govern.  And  he  now  proposed  to 
squander  the  money  once  again,  and  this  time  for  a 
private,  if  a  generous  end.  And  the  man  whom  he 
had  reproved  for  stealing  corn  he  was  now  to  set 
stealing  treasure.  And  then  there  was  Madame 
von  Rosen,  upon  whom  he  looked  down  with  some 
of  that  ill-favoured  contempt  of  the  chaste  male  for 
the  imperfect  woman.  Because  he  thought  of  her 
as  one  degraded  below  scruples,  he  had  picked  her 
out  to  be  still  more  degraded,  and  to  risk  her  whole 
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irregular  establishment  in  life  by  complicity  in  this 
dishonourable  act.  It  was  uglier  than  a  seduc- 
tion. 

Otto  had  to  walk  very  briskly  and  whistle  very 
busily ;  and  when  at  last  he  heard  steps  in  the 
narrowest  and  darkest  of  the  alleys,  it  was  with  a 
gush  of  relief  that  he  sprang  to  meet  the  Countess. 
To  wrestle  alone  with  one's  good  angel  is  so  hard  ! 
and  so  precious,  at  the  proper  time,  is  a  companion 
certain  to  be  less  virtuous  than  oneself! 

It  was  a  young  man  who  came  towards  him — a 
young  man  of  small  stature  and  a  peculiar  gait,  wear- 
ing a  wide  flapping  hat,  and  carrying,  with  great 
weariness,  a  heavy  bag.  Otto  recoiled ;  but  the 
young  man  held  up  his  hand  by  way  of  signal,  and 
coming  up  with  a  panting  run,  as  if  with  the  last  of 
his  endurance,  laid  the  bag  upon  the  ground,  threw 
himself  upon  the  bench,  and  disclosed  the  features 
of  Madame  von  Rosen. 

'  You,  Countess  ! '  cried  the  Prince. 

'No,  no,'  she  panted,  'the  Count  von  Rosen — 
my  young  brother.  A  capital  fellow.  Let  him  get 
his  breath.' 

'Ah,  madam  .  .  .'  said  he. 

'  Call  me  Count,'  she  returned,  '  respect  my  in- 
cognito.' 

'  Count  be  it,  then,'  he  replied.  '  And  let  me 
implore  that  gallant  gentleman  to  set  forth  at  once 
on  our  enterprise.' 

'  Sit  down  beside  me  here,'  she  returned,  patting 
the  farther  corner  of  the  bench.     '  I  will  follow  you 

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in   a  moment.       O,   I   am   so  tired — feel   how  my 
heart  leaps  !    Where  is  your  thief  ? ' 

'At  his  post,'  replied  Otto.  'Shall  I  introduce 
him  ?     He  seems  an  excellent  companion.' 

'  No,'  she  said,  '  do  not  hurry  me  yet.  I  must 
speak  to  you.  Not  but  I  adore  your  thief ;  I  adore 
any  one  who  has  the  spirit  to  do  wrong.  I  never 
cared  for  virtue  till  I  fell  in  love  with  my  Prince.' 
She  laughed  musically.  '  And  even  so,  it  is  not  for 
your  virtues,'  she  added. 

Otto  was  embarrassed.  '  And  now,'  he  asked,  '  if 
you  are  anyway  rested  ? ' 

'  Presently,  presently.  Let  me  breathe,'  she  said, 
panting  a  little  harder  than  before. 

'  And  what  has  so  wearied  you  ? '  he  asked.  '  This 
bag  ?  And  why,  in  the  name  of  eccentricity,  a  bag  ? 
For  an  empty  one,  you  might  have  relied  on  my 
own  foresight ;  and  this  one  is  very  far  from  being 
empty.  My  dear  Count,  with  what  trash  have  you 
come  laden  ?  But  the  shortest  method  is  to  see  for 
myself.'     And  he  put  down  his  hand. 

She  stopped  him  at  once.  '  Otto,'  she  said,  '  no 
— not  that  way.  I  will  tell,  I  will  make  a  clean 
breast.  It  is  done  already.  I  have  robbed  the 
treasury  single-handed.  There  are  three  thousand 
two  hundred  crowns.     O,  I  trust  it  is  enough  ! ' 

Her  embarrassment  was  so  obvious  that  the  Prince 
was  struck  into  a  muse,  gazing  in  her  face,  with  his 
hand  still  outstretched,  and  she  still  holding  him  by 
the  wrist.  '  You  ! '  he  said  at  last.  '  How  ? '  And 
then  drawing  himself  up,  '  O,  madam,'  he  cried, 
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'  I  understand.     You  must  indeed  think  meanly  of 
the  Prince.' 

*  Well  then,  it  was  a  lie ! '  she  cried.  '  The 
money  is  mine,  honestly  my  own — now  yours. 
This  was  an  unworthy  act  that  you  proposed. 
But  I  love  your  honour,  and  I  swore  to  myself 
that  I  should  save  it  in  your  teeth.  I  beg  of 
you  to  let  me  save  it ' — with  a  sudden  lovely 
change  of  tone.  '  Otto,  I  beseech  you  let  me 
save  it.  Take  this  dross  from  your  poor  friend 
who  loves  you  ! ' 

'Madam,  madanV  babbled  Otto,  in  the  extreme 
of  misery,  'I  cannot — I  must  go.' 

And  he  half  rose  ;  but  she  was  on  the  ground 
before  him  in  an  instant,  clasping  his  knees.  'No,' 
she  gasped,  '  you  shall  not  go.  Do  you  despise  me 
so  entirely  ?  It  is  dross ;  I  hate  it ;  I  should 
squander  it  at  play  and  be  no  richer ;  it  is  an  in- 
vestment ;  it  is  to  save  me  from  ruin.  Otto,'  she 
cried,  as  he  again  feebly  tried  to  put  her  from  him, 
'if  you  leave  me  alone  in  this  disgrace  I  will  die 
here  ! '  He  groaned  aloud.  '  O,'  she  said,  '  think 
what  I  suffer !  If  you  suffer  from  a  piece  of  de- 
licacy, think  what  I  suffer  in  my  shame  !  To  have 
my  trash  refused  !  You  would  rather  steal,  you 
think  of  me  so  basely  !  You  would  rather  tread  my 
heart  in  pieces  !  O,  unkind  !  O  my  Prince  !  O 
Otto  !  O  pity  me  ! '  She  was  still  clasping  him  ; 
then  she  found  his  hand  and  covered  it  with  kisses, 
and  at  this  his  head  began  to  turn.  '  O,'  she  cried 
again,  '  I  see  it !    O  what  a  horror !     It  is  because 

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I  am  old,  because  I  am  no  longer  beautiful.'  And 
she  burst  into  a  storm  of  sobs. 

This  was  the  coup  de  grace.  Otto  had  now  to 
comfort  and  compose  her  as  he  could,  and  before 
many  words,  the  money  was  accepted.  Between 
the  woman  and  the  weak  man  such  was  the  inevit- 
able end.  Madame  von  Rosen  instantly  composed 
her  sobs.  She  thanked  him  with  a  fluttering  voice, 
and  resumed  her  place  upon  the  bench  at  the  far 
end  from  Otto.  '  Now  you  see,'  she  said,  '  why  I 
bade  you  keep  the  thief  at  distance,  and  why  I  came 
alone.     How  I  trembled  for  my  treasure  ! ' 

6  Madam,'  said  Otto,  with  a  tearful  whimper  in  his 
voice,  '  spare  me !     You  are  too  good,  too  noble  ! ' 

'  I  wonder  to  hear  you,'  she  returned.  '  You  have 
avoided  a  great  folly.  You  will  be  able  to  meet 
your  good  old  peasant.  You  have  found  an  excel- 
lent investment  for  a  friend's  money.  You  have 
preferred  essential  kindness  to  an  empty  scruple  ; 
and  now  you  are  ashamed  of  it !  You  have  made 
your  friend  happy  ;  and  now  you  mourn  as  the  dove ! 
Come,  cheer  up.  I  know  it  is  depressing  to  have 
done  exactly  right ;  but  you  need  not  make  a 
practice  of  it.  Forgive  yourself  this  virtue  ;  come 
now,  look  me  in  the  face  and  smile  ! ' 

He  did  look  at  her.  When  a  man  has  been  em- 
braced by  a  woman,  he  sees  her  in  a  glamour ;  and 
at  such  a  time,  in  the  baffling  glimmer  of  the  stars, 
she  will  look  wildly  well.  The  hair  is  touched  with 
light ;  the  eyes  are  constellations  ;  the  face  sketched 
in  shadows — a  sketch,  you  might  say,  by  passion. 

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Otto  became  consoled  for  his  defeat ;  he  began  to 
take  an  interest.     '  No/  he  said,  '  I  am  no  ingrate.' 

'  You  promised  me  fun,'  she  returned,  with  a  laugh. 
'  I  have  given  you  as  good.  We  have  had  a  stormy 
scena.' 

He  laughed  in  his  turn,  and  the  sound  of  the 
laughter,  in  either  case,  was  hardly  reassuring. 

'  Come,  what  are  you  going  to  give  me  in  ex- 
change,' she  continued,  'for  my  excellent  declama- 
tion ? ' 

*  What  you  will,'  he  said. 

'  Whatever  I  will  ?  Upon  your  honour  ?  Suppose 
I  asked  the  crown  ? '  She  was  flashing  upon  him, 
beautiful  in  triumph. 

'  Upon  my  honour,'  he  replied. 

'  Shall  I  ask  the  crown  ? '  she  continued.  '  Nay  ; 
what  should  I  do  with  it  ?  Grunewald  is  but  a  petty 
state ;  my  ambition  swells  above  it.  I  shall  ask — I 
find  I  want  nothing,'  she  concluded.  '  I  will  give 
you  something  instead.  I  will  give  you  leave  to 
kiss  me — once.' 

Otto  drew  near,  and  she  put  up  her  face  ;  they 
were  both  smiling,  both  on  the  brink  of  laughter, 
all  was  so  innocent  and  playful ;  and  the  Prince, 
when  their  lips  encountered,  was  dumfoundered  by 
the  sudden  convulsion  of  his  being.  Both  drew 
instantly  apart,  and  for  an  appreciable  time  sat 
tongue-tied.  Otto  was  indistinctly  conscious  of  a 
peril  in  the  silence,  but  could  find  no  words  to  utter. 
Suddenly  the  Countess  seemed  to  awake.     '  As  for 

your  wife '  she  began  in  a  clear  and  steady  voice. 

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The  word  recalled  Otto,  with  a  shudder,  from  his 
trance.  '  I  will  hear  nothing  against  my  wife,'  he 
cried  wildly ;  and  then,  recovering  himself  and  in  a 
kindlier  tone,  '  I  will  tell  you  my  one  secret,'  he 
added.     '  I  love  my  wife.' 

'You  should  have  let  me  finish,'  she  returned, 
smiling.  'Do  you  suppose  I  did  not  mention  her 
on  purpose?  You  know  you  had  lost  your  head. 
Well,  so  had  I.  Come  now,  do  not  be  abashed  by 
words,'  she  added  somewhat  sharply.  '  It  is  the  one 
thing  I  despise.  If  you  are  not  a  fool,  you  will  see 
that  I  am  building  fortresses  about  your  virtue. 
And  at  any  rate,  I  choose  that  you  shall  understand 
that  I  am  not  dying  of  love  for  you.  It  is  a  very 
smiling  business ;  no  tragedy  for  me !  And  now 
here  is  what  I  have  to  say  about  your  wife :  she  is 
not  and  she  never  has  been  Gondrem ark's  mistress. 
Be  sure  he  would  have  boasted  if  she  had.  Good- 
night ! ' 

And  in  a  moment  she  was  gone  down  the  alley, 
and  Otto  was  alone  with  the  bag  of  money  and  the 
flying  god. 


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gotthold's  revised  opinion  ;  AND  the  fall 

COMPLETED 

The  Countess  left  poor  Otto  with  a  caress  and 
buffet  simultaneously  administered.  The  welcome 
word  about  his  wife  and  the  virtuous  ending  of  his 
interview  should  doubtless  have  delighted  him.  But 
for  all  that,  as  he  shouldered  the  bag  of  money  and 
set  forward  to  rejoin  his  groom,  he  was  conscious  of 
many  aching  sensibilities.  To  have  gone  wrong  and 
to  have  been  set  right  makes  but  a  double  trial  for 
man's  vanity.  The  discovery  of  his  own  weakness 
and  possible  unfaith  had  staggered  him  to  the  heart ; 
and  to  hear,  in  the  same  hour,  of  his  wife's  fidelity 
from  one  who  loved  her  not,  increased  the  bitterness 
of  the  surprise. 

He  was  about  halfway  between  the  fountain  and 
the  Flying  Mercury  before  his  thoughts  began  to  be 
clear ;  and  he  was  surprised  to  find  them  resentful. 
He  paused  in  a  kind  of  temper,  and  struck  with  his 
hand  a  little  shrub.  Thence  there  arose  instantly  a 
cloud  of  awakened  sparrows,  which  as  instantly  dis- 

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persed  and  disappeared  into  the  thicket.  He  looked 
at  them  stupidly,  and  when  they  were  gone  con- 
tinued staring  at  the  stars.  '  I  am  angry.  By  what 
right  ?  By  none ! '  he  thought ;  but  he  was  still 
angry.  He  cursed  Madame  von  Rosen  and  instantly 
repented.     Heavy  was  the  money  on  his  shoulders. 

When  he  reached  the  fountain,  he  did,  out  of 
ill-humour  and  parade,  an  unpardonable  act.  He 
gave  the  money  bodily  to  the  dishonest  groom. 
'  Keep  this  for  me,'  he  said,  '  until  I  call  for  it 
to-morrow.  It  is  a  great  sum,  and  by  that  you  will 
judge  that  I  have  not  condemned  you.'  And  he 
strode  away  ruffling,  as  if  he  had  done  something 
generous.  It  was  a  desperate  stroke  to  re-enter  at 
the  point  of  the  bayonet  into  his  self-esteem ;  and, 
like  all  such,  it  was  fruitless  in  the  end.  He  got  to 
bed  with  the  devil,  it  appeared  :  kicked  and  tumbled 
till  the  grey  of  the  morning ;  and  then  fell  inoppor- 
tunely into  a  leaden  slumber,  and  awoke  to  find  it 
ten.  To  miss  the  appointment  with  old  Killian 
after  all,  had  been  too  tragic  a  miscarriage :  and  he 
hurried  with  all  his  might,  found  the  groom  (for  a 
wonder)  faithful  to  his  trust,  and  arrived  only  a  few 
minutes  before  noon  in  the  guest-chamber  of  the 
Morning  Star.  Killian  was  there  in  his  Sunday's 
best  and  looking  very  gaunt  and  rigid ;  a  lawyer 
from  Brandenau  stood  sentinel  over  his  outspread 
papers ;  and  the  groom  and  the  landlord  of  the  inn 
were  called  to  serve  as  witnesses.  The  obvious 
deference  of  that  great  man,  the  innkeeper,  plainly 
affected  the  old  farmer  with  surprise  ;  but  it  was  not 
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until  Otto  had  taken  the  pen  and  signed  that  the 
truth  flashed  upon  him  fully.  Then,  indeed,  he  was 
beside  himself. 

*  His  Highness  ! '  he  cried,  '  His  Highness  ! '  and 
repeated  the  exclamation  till  his  mind  had  grappled 
fairly  with  the  facts.  Then  he  turned  to  the  wit- 
nesses. '  Gentlemen,'  he  said, '  you  dwell  in  a  country 
highly  favoured  by  God  ;  for  of  all  generous  gentle- 
men, I  will  say  it  on  my  conscience,  this  one  is  the 
king.  I  am  an  old  man,  and  I  have  seen  good  and 
bad,  and  the  year  of  the  great  famine ;  but  a  more 
excellent  gentleman,  no,  never.' 

'We  know  that,'  cried  the  landlord,  'we  know 
that  well  in  Griinewald.  If  we  saw  more  of  his  High- 
ness we  should  be  the  better  pleased.' 

'  It  is  the  kindest  Prince,'  began  the  groom,  and 
suddenly  closed  his  mouth  upon  a  sob,  so  that  every 
one  turned  to  gaze  upon  his  emotion — Otto  not 
last ;  Otto  struck  with  remorse,  to  see  the  man  so 
grateful. 

Then  it  was  the  lawyer's  turn  to  pay  a  compliment. 
'  I  do  not  know  what  Providence  may  hold  in  store,' 
he  said,  '  but  this  day  should  be  a  bright  one  in  the 
annals  of  your  reign.  The  shouts  of  armies  could 
not  be  more  eloquent  than  the  emotion  on  these 
honest  faces.'  And  the  Brandenau  lawyer  bowed, 
skipped,  stepped  back  and  took  snuff,  with  the  air  of 
a  man  who  has  found  and  seized  an  opportunity. 

'Well,  young  gentleman,'  said  Killian,  'if  you  will 
pardon  me  the  plainness  of  calling  you  a  gentleman, 
many  a  good  day's  work  you  have  done,  I  doubt  not, 

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but  never  a  better,  or  one  that  will  be  better  blessed ; 
and  whatever,  sir,  may  be  your  happiness  and  triumph 
in  that  high  sphere  to  which  you  have  been  called,  it 
will  be  none  the  worse,  sir,  for  an  old  man's  blessing!' 

The  scene  had  almost  assumed  the  proportions  of 
an  ovation ;  and  when  the  Prince  escaped  he  had  but 
one  thought :  to  go  wherever  he  was  most  sure  of 
praise.  His  conduct  at  the  board  of  council  occurred 
to  him  as  a  fair  chapter;  and  this  evoked  the 
memory  of  Gotthold.     To  Gotthold  he  would  go. 

Gotthold  was  in  the  library  as  usual,  and  laid 
down  his  pen,  a  little  angrily,  on  Otto's  entrance. 
'Well,'  he  said,  'here  you  are.' 

'Well,'  returned  Otto,  'we  made  a  revolution,  I 
believe.' 

'  It  is  what  I  fear,'  returned  the  Doctor. 

'How?'  said  Otto.  'Fear?  Fear  is  the  burnt 
child.  I  have  learned  my  strength  and  the  weakness 
of  the  others  ;  and  I  now  mean  to  govern.' 

Gotthold  said  nothing,  but  he  looked  down  and 
smoothed  his  chin. 

'  You  disapprove  ? '  cried  Otto.  '  You  are  a 
weathercock.' 

'On  the  contrary,'  replied  the  Doctor;  'my  ob- 
servation has  confirmed  my  fears.  It  will  not  do, 
Otto,  not  do.' 

'  What  will  not  do  ? '  demanded  the  Prince,  with 
a  sickening  stab  of  pain. 

'None    of    it,'   answered    Gotthold.      'You    are 
unfitted  for  a  life  of  action  ;  you  lack  the  stamina, 
the  habit,  the  restraint,  the  patience.     Your  wife  is 
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greatly  better,  vastly  better ;  and  though  she  is  in 
bad  hands,  displays  a  very  different  aptitude.  She 
is  a  woman  of  affairs ;  you  are — dear  boy,  you  are 
yourself.  I  bid  you  back  to  your  amusements  ;  like 
a  smiling  dominie,  I  give  you  holidays  for  life. 
Yes,'  he  continued,  'there  is  a  day  appointed  for  all 
when  they  shall  turn  again  upon  their  own  philosophy. 
I  had  grown  to  disbelieve  impartially  in  all ;  and  if 
in  the  atlas  of  the  sciences  there  were  two  charts  I 
disbelieved  in  more  than  all  the  rest,  they  were 
politics  and  morals.  I  had  a  sneaking  kindness  for 
your  vices  ;  as  they  were  negative,  they  flattered  my 
philosophy ;  and  I  called  them  almost  virtues.  Well, 
Otto,  I  was  wrong ;  I  have  forsworn  my  sceptical 
philosophy,  and  I  perceive  your  faults  to  be  unpar- 
donable. You  are  unfit  to  be  a  Prince,  unfit  to  be 
a  husband.  And  I  give  you  my  word,  I  would 
rather  see  a  man  capably  doing  evil  than  blundering 
about  good.' 

Otto  was  still  silent,  in  extreme  dudgeon. 

Presently  the  Doctor  resumed :  '  I  will  take  the 
smaller  matter  first :  your  conduct  to  your  wife. 
You  went,  I  hear,  and  had  an  explanation.  That 
may  have  been  right  or  wrong ;  I  know  not ;  at 
least,  you  had  stirred  her  temper.  At  the  council 
she  insults  you ;  well,  you  insult  her  back — a  man 
to  a  woman,  a  husband  to  his  wife,  in  public !  Next 
upon  the  back  of  this,  you  propose — the  story  runs 
like  wildfire — to  recall  the  power  of  signature.  Can 
she  ever  forgive  that  ?  a  woman — a  young  woman 
— ambitious,    conscious   of    talents    beyond   yours  ? 

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Never,  Otto.  And  to  sum  all,  at  such  a  crisis  in 
your  married  life,  you  get  into  a  window  corner 
with  that  ogling  dame  von  Rosen.  I  do  not  dream 
that  there  was  any  harm ;  but  I  do  say  it  was  an 
idle  disrespect  to  your  wife.  Why,  man,  the  woman 
is  not  decent' 

*  Gotthold,'  said  Otto,  '  I  will  hear  no  evil  of  the 
Countess.' 

'  You  will  certainly  hear  no  good  of  her,'  returned 
Gotthold ;  '  and  if  you  wish  your  wife  to  be  the 
pink  of  nicety,  you  should  clear  your  court  of  demi- 
reputations. ' 

'  The  commonplace  injustice  of  a  by- word,'  Otto 
cried.  '  The  partiality  of  sex.  She  is  a  demirep ; 
what  then  is  Gondremark  ?    Were  she  a  man ' 

'  It  would  be  all  one,'  retorted  Gotthold  roughly. 
■  When  I  see  a  man,  come  to  years  of  wisdom,  who 
speaks  in  double-meanings  and  is  the  braggart  of  his 
vices,  I  spit  on  the  other  side.  "  You,  my  friend," 
say  I,  "  are  not  even  a  gentleman."  Well,  she 's 
not  even  a  lady.' 

'  She  is  the  best  friend  I  have,  and  I  choose  that 
she  shall  be  respected,'  Otto  said. 

'  If  she  is  your  friend,  so  much  the  worse,'  replied 
the  Doctor.     '  It  will  not  stop  there.' 

'  Ah  ! '  cried  Otto,  '  there  is  the  charity  of  virtue  ! 
All  evil  in  the  spotted  fruit.  But  I  can  tell  you,  sir, 
that  you  do  Madame  von  Rosen  prodigal  injustice.' 

'  You  can  tell  me ! '  said  the  Doctor  shrewdly. 
'Have  you  tried  ?  have  you  been  riding  the  marches?' 

The  blood  came  into  Otto's  face. 
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'■  Ah ! '  cried  Gotthold,  '  look  at  your  wife  and 
blush  !  There 's  a  wife  for  a  man  to  marry  and  then 
lose !  She 's  a  carnation,  Otto.  The  soul  is  in  her 
eyes.' 

'You  have  changed  your  note  for  Seraphina,  I 
perceive,'  said  Otto. 

'  Changed  it ! '  cried  the  Doctor,  with  a  flush. 
'  Why,  when  was  it  different  ?  But  I  own  I  admired 
her  at  the  council.  When  she  sat  there  silent, 
tapping  with  her  foot,  I  admired  her  as  I  might  a 
hurricane.  Were  I  one  of  those  who  venture  upon 
matrimony,  there  had  been  the  prize  to  tempt  me ! 
She  invites,  as  Mexico  invited  Cortez;  the  enter- 
prise is  hard,  the  natives  are  unfriendly — I  believe 
them  cruel  too — but  the  metropolis  is  paved  with 
gold  and  the  breeze  blows  out  of  paradise.  Yes,  I 
could  desire  to  be  that  conqueror.  But  to  philander 
with  von  Rosen  ;  never !  Senses  ?  I  discard  them  ; 
what  are  they  ? — pruritus  !  Curiosity  ?  Reach  me 
my  Anatomy ! ' 

'To  whom  do  you  address  yourself?'  cried  Otto. 
'  Surely  you,  of  all  men,  know  that  I  love  my  wife  ! ' 

'  O,  love  ! '  cried  Gotthold  ;  '  love  is  a  great  word  ; 
it  is  in  all  the  dictionaries.  If  you  had  loved,  she 
would  have  paid  you  back.  What  does  she  ask  ? 
A  little  ardour  ! ' 

'  It  is  hard  to  love  for  two,'  replied  the  Prince. 

'  Hard  ?  Why,  there 's  the  touchstone  !  O,  I 
know  my  poets ! '  cried  the  Doctor.  '  We  are  but 
dust  and  fire,  too  arid  to  endure  life's  scorching ;  and 
love,  like  the  shadow  of  a  great  rock,  should  lend 

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shelter  and  refreshment,  not  to  the  lover  only,  but 
to  his  mistress  and  to  the  children  that  reward  them  ; 
and  their  very  friends  should  seek  repose  in  the 
fringes  of  that  peace.  Love  is  not  love  that  cannot 
build  a  home.  And  you  call  it  love  to  grudge  and 
quarrel  and  pick  faults  ?  You  call  it  love  to  thwart 
her  to  her  face,  and  bandy  insults  ?     Love  ! ' 

'  Gotthold,  you  are  unjust.  I  was  then  fighting 
for  my  country,'  said  the  Prince. 

'  Ay,  and  there  's  the  worst  of  all,'  returned  the 
Doctor.  'You  could  not  even  see  that  you  were 
wrong;  that,  being  where  they  were,  retreat  was 
ruin.' 

'  Why,  you  supported  me  ! '  cried  Otto. 

'  I  did.  I  was  a  fool  like  you,'  replied  Gotthold. 
'  But  now  my  eyes  are  open.  If  you  go  on  as  you 
have  started,  disgrace  this  fellow  Gondremark,  and 
publish  the  scandal  of  your  divided  house,  there  will 
befall  a  most  abominable  thing  in  Griinewald.  A 
revolution,  friend — a  revolution.' 

'  You  speak  strangely  for  a  red,'  said  Otto. 

'A  red  republican,  but  not  a  revolutionary,'  re- 
turned the  Doctor.  'An  ugly  thing  is  a  Griine- 
walder  drunk !  One  man  alone  can  save  the  country 
from  this  pass,  and  that  is  the  double-dealer  Gondre- 
mark, with  whom  I  conjure  you  to  make  peace.  It 
will  not  be  you ;  it  never  can  be  you : — you,  who 
can  do  nothing,  as  your  wife  said,  but  trade  upon 
your  station — you,  who  spent  the  hours  in  begging 
money !  And  in  God's  name,  what  for  ?  Why 
money  ?  What  mystery  of  idiocy  was  this  ? ' 
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'It  was  to  no  ill  end.  It  was  to  buy  a  farm,' 
quoth  Otto  sulkily. 

'  To  buy  a  farm  ! '  cried  Gotthold.     '  Buy  a  farm  ! ' 

'Well,  what  then?'  returned  Otto.  'I  have 
bought  it,  if  you  come  to  that. ' 

Gotthold  fairly  bounded  on  his  seat.  '  And  how 
that  ? '  he  cried. 

'  How  ? '  repeated  Otto,  startled. 

'  Ay,  verily,  how ! '  returned  the  Doctor.  '  How 
came  you  by  the  money  ? ' 

The  Prince's  countenance  darkened.  '  That  is  my 
affair,'  said  he. 

'You  see  you  are  ashamed,'  retorted  Gotthold. 
'And  so  you  bought  a  farm  in  the  hour  of  your 
country's  need — doubtless  to  be  ready  for  the  abdi- 
cation ;  and  I  put  it  that  you  stole  the  funds. 
There  are  not  three  ways  of  getting  money :  there 
are  but  two :  to  earn  and  steal.  And  now,  when 
you  have  combined  Charles  the  Fifth  and  Long- 
fingered  Tom,  you  come  to  me  to  fortify  your 
vanity  !  But  I  will  clear  my  mind  upon  this  matter  : 
until  I  know  the  right  and  wrong  of  the  transaction 
I  put  my  hand  behind  my  back.  A  man  may  be 
the  pitifullest  prince ;  he  must  be  a  spotless  gentle- 
man.' 

The  Prince  had  gotten  to  his  feet,  as  pale  as 
paper.  '  Gotthold,'  he  said,  '  you  drive  me  beyond 
bounds.     Beware,  sir,  beware  ! ' 

'  Do  you  threaten  me,  friend  Otto  ? '  asked  the 
Doctor  grimly.  '  That  would  be  a  strange  con- 
clusion.' 

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'When  have  you  ever  known  me  use  my  power 
in  any  private  animosity  ? '  cried  Otto.  '  To  any 
private  man  your  words  were  an  unpardonable 
insult,  but  at  me  you  shoot  in  full  security,  and 
I  must  turn  aside  to  compliment  you  on  your  plain- 
ness. I  must  do  more  than  pardon,  I  must  admire, 
because  you  have  faced  this — this  formidable  mon- 
arch, like  a  Nathan  before  David.  You  have  up- 
rooted an  old  kindness,  sir,  with  an  unsparing  hand. 
You  leave  me  very  bare.  My  last  bond  is  broken  ; 
and  though  I  take  Heaven  to  witness  that  I  sought 
to  do  the  right,  I  have  this  reward :  to  find  myself 
alone.  You  say  I  am  no  gentleman ;  yet  the  sneers 
have  been  upon  your  side ;  and  though  I  can  very 
well  perceive  where  you  have  lodged  your  sym- 
pathies, I  will  forbear  the  taunt.' 

'  Otto,  are  you  insane  ? '  cried  Gotthold,  leaping 
up.  *  Because  I  ask  you  how  you  came  by  certain 
moneys,  and  because  you  refuse ' 

'Herr  von  Hohenstockwitz,  I  have  ceased  to 
invite  your  aid  in  my  affairs,'  said  Otto.  '  I  have 
heard  all  that  I  desire,  and  you  have  sufficiently 
trampled  on  my  vanity.  It  may  be  that  I  cannot 
govern,  it  may  be  that  I  cannot  love — you  tell  me 
so  with  every  mark  of  honesty ;  but  God  has  granted 
me  one  virtue,  and  I  can  still  forgive.  I  forgive 
you ;  even  in  this  hour  of  passion  I  can  perceive 
my  faults  and  your  excuses  ;  and  if  I  desire  that  in 
future  I  may  be  spared  your  conversation,  it  is  not, 
sir,  from  resentment — not  resentment — but,  by 
Heaven,  because  no  man  on  earth  could  endure  to 
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be  so  rated.  You  have  the  satisfaction  to  see  your 
sovereign  weep ;  and  that  person  whom  you  have 
so  often  taunted  with  his  happiness  reduced  to  the 
last  pitch  of  solitude  and  misery.  No, — I  will  hear 
nothing ;  I  claim  the  last  word,  sir,  as  your  Prince ; 
and  that  last  word  shall  be — forgiveness.' 

And  with  that  Otto  was  gone  from  the  apartment, 
and  Doctor  Gotthold  was  left  alone  with  the  most 
conflicting  sentiments  of  sorrow,  remorse,  and  merri- 
ment ;  walking  to  and  fro  before  his  table,  and  asking 
himself,  with  hands  uplifted,  which  of  the  pair  of 
them  was  most  to  blame  for  this  unhappy  rupture. 
Presently,  he  took  from  a  cupboard  a  bottle  of  Rhine 
wine  and  a  goblet  of  the  deep  Bohemian  ruby.  The 
first  glass  a  little  warmed  and  comforted  his  bosom  ; 
with  the  second  he  began  to  look  down  upon  these 
troubles  from  a  sunny  mountain ;  yet  a  while,  and 
filled  with  this  false  comfort  and  contemplating  life 
through  a  golden  medium,  he  owned  to  himself, 
with  a  flush,  a  smile,  and  a  half-pleasurable  sigh,  that 
he  had  been  somewhat  over  plain  in  dealing  with  his 
cousin.  *  He  said  the  truth,  too,'  added  the  penitent 
librarian,  'for  in  my  monkish  fashion  I  adore  the 
Princess.'  And  then,  with  a  still  deepening  flush 
and  a  certain  stealth,  although  he  sat  all  alone  in 
that  great  gallery,  he  toasted  Seraphina  to  the 
dregs. 


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CHAPTER   XI 

PROVIDENCE   VON    ROSEN  I     ACT   THE    FIRST 
SHE   BEGUILES    THE   BARON 

At  a  sufficiently  late  hour,  or,  to  be  more  exact,  at 
three  in  the  afternoon,  Madame  von  Rosen  issued  on 
the  world.  She  swept  down-stairs  and  out  across  the 
garden,  a  black  mantilla  thrown  over  her  head,  and 
the  long  train  of  her  black  velvet  dress  ruthlessly 
sweeping  in  the  dirt. 

At  the  other  end  of  that  long  garden,  and  back  to 
back  with  the  villa  of  the  Countess,  stood  the  large 
mansion  where  the  Prime  Minister  transacted  his 
affairs  and  pleasures.  This  distance,  which  was 
enough  for  decency  by  the  easy  canons  of  Mitt- 
walden,  the  Countess  swiftly  traversed,  opened  a 
little  door  with  a  key,  mounted  a  flight  of  stairs, 
and  entered  unceremoniously  into  Gondremark's 
study.  It  was  a  large  and  very  high  apartment ; 
books  all  about  the  walls,  papers  on  the  table,  papers 
on  the  floor ;  here  and  there  a  picture,  somewhat 
scant  of  drapery ;  a  great  fire  glowing  and  flaming 
in  the  blue  tiled  hearth ;  and  the  daylight  streaming 
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through  a  cupola  above.  In  the  midst  of  this  sat 
the  great  Baron  Gondremark  in  his  shirt-sleeves,  his 
business  for  that  day  fairly  at  an  end,  and  the  hour 
arrived  for  relaxation.  His  expression,  his  very 
nature,  seemed  to  have  undergone  a  fundamental 
change.  Gondremark  at  home  appeared  the  very 
antipode  of  Gondremark  on  duty.  He  had  an  air  of 
massive  jollity  that  well  became  him  ;  grossness  and 
geniality  sat  upon  his  features ;  and  along  with  his 
manners,  he  had  laid  aside  his  sly  and  sinister  expres- 
sion. He  lolled  there,  sunning  his  bulk  before  the 
fire,  a  noble  animal. 

<  Hey  ! '  he  cried.     « At  last ! ' 

The  Countess  stepped  into  the  room  in  silence, 
threw  herself  on  a  chair,  and  crossed  her  legs.  In 
her  lace  and  velvet,  with  a  good  display  of  smooth 
black  stocking  and  of  snowy  petticoat,  and  with  the 
refined  profile  of  her  face  and  slender  plumpness  of 
her  body,  she  showed  in  singular  contrast  to  the  big, 
black,  intellectual  satyr  by  the  fire. 

'  How  often  do  you  send  for  me  ? '  she  cried.  '  It 
is  compromising.' 

Gondremark  laughed.  '  Speaking  of  that,'  said  he, 
'what  in  the  devil's  name  were  you  about?  You 
were  not  home  till  morning.' 

'  I  was  giving  alms,'  she  said. 

The  Baron  again  laughed  loud  and  long,  for  in 
his  shirt-sleeves  he  was  a  very  mirthful  creature. 
'It  is  fortunate  I  am  not  jealous,'  he  remarked. 
'  But  you  know  my  way :  pleasure  and  liberty  go 
hand  in  hand.     I  believe  what  I  believe ;  it  is  not 

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much,   but    I   believe    it. — But   now    to    business. 
Have  you  not  read  my  letter  ? ' 

'  No,'  she  said  ;  '  my  head  ached.1 

'Ah,  well!  then  I  have  news  indeed!'  cried 
Gondremark.  '  I  was  mad  to  see  you  all  last  night 
and  all  this  morning :  for  yesterday  afternoon  I 
brought  my  long  business  to  a  head ;  the  ship  has 
come  home ;  one  more  dead  lift,  and  I  shall  cease  to 
fetch  and  carry  for  the  Princess  Ratafia.  Yes,  'tis 
done.  I  have  the  order  all  in  Ratafia's  hand ;  I 
carry  it  on  my  heart.  At  the  hour  of  twelve  to- 
night, Prince  Featherhead  is  to  be  taken  in  his  bed, 
and,  like  the  bambino,  whipped  into  a  chariot ;  and 
by  next  morning  he  will  command  a  most  romantic 
prospect  from  the  donjon  of  the  Felsenburg.  Fare- 
well, Featherhead !  The  war  goes  on,  the  girl  is  in 
my  hand ;  I  have  long  been  indispensable,  but  now 
I  shall  be  sole.  I  have  long,'  he  added  exultingly, 
'long  carried  this  intrigue  upon  my  shoulders,  like 
Samson  with  the  gates  of  Gaza  ;  now  I  discharge 
that  burthen.' 

She  had  sprung  to  her  feet  a  little  paler.     '  Is 
this  true  ? '  she  cried. 

'  I  tell  you  a  fact,'  he  asseverated.     '  The  trick 
is  played.' 

'  I  will  never  believe  it,'  she  said.     '  An  order  ? 
In  her  own  hand  ?    I  will  never  believe  it,  Heinrich.' 

'  I  swear  to  you,'  said  he. 

'  O,  what   do  you   care  for   oaths — or   I   either  ? 
What  would  you  swear  by?     Wine,  women,  and 
song?     It  is  not  binding,' she  said.     She  had  come 
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quite  close  up  to  him  and  laid  her  hand  upon  his 
arm.  'As  for  the  order — no,  Heinrich,  never!  I 
will  never  believe  it.  T  will  die  ere  I  believe  it. 
You  have  some  secret  purpose — what,  I  cannot 
guess — but  not  one  word  of  it  is  true.' 

'  Shall  I  show  it  you  ? '  he  asked. 

'  You  cannot,'  she  answered.  '  There  is  no  such 
thing.' 

'  Incorrigible  Sadducee  ! '  he  cried.  '  Well,  I  will 
convert  you ;  you  shall  see  the  order.'  He  moved  to 
a  chair  where  he  had  thrown  his  coat,  and  then  draw- 
ing forth  and  holding  out  a  paper,  '  Read,'  said  he. 

She  took  it  greedily,  and  her  eye  flashed  as  she 
perused  it. 

'  Hey  ! '  cried  the  Baron,  '  there  falls  a  dynasty, 
and  it  was  I  that  felled  it ;  and  I  and  you  inherit ! ' 
He  seemed  to  swell  in  stature ;  and  next  moment, 
with  a  laugh,  he  put  his  hand  forward.  '  Give  me 
the  dagger,'  said  he. 

But  she  whisked  the  paper  suddenly  behind  her 
back  and  faced  him,  lowering.  'No,  no,'  she  said. 
'You  and  I  have  first  a  point  to  settle.  Do  you 
suppose  me  blind  ?  She  could  never  have  given  that 
paper  but  to  one  man,  and  that  man  her  lover.  Here 
you  stand — her  lover,  her  accomplice,  her  master — 
O,  I  well  believe  it,  for  I  know  your  power.  But 
what  am  I  ? '  she  cried  ;  '  I,  whom  you  deceive  ? ' 

'  Jealousy ! '  cried  Gondremark.  '  Anna,  I  would 
never  have  believed  it !  But  I  declare  to  you  by  all 
that's  credible  that  I  am  not  her  lover.  I  might 
be,    I    suppose;    but   I    never   yet   durst   risk   the 

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declaration.  The  chit  is  so  unreal ;  a  mincing  doll ; 
she  will  and  she  will  not ;  there  is  no  counting  on 
her,  by  God!  And  hitherto  I  have  had  my  own 
way  without,  and  keep  the  lover  in  reserve.  And  I 
say,  Anna,'  he  added  with  severity,  '  you  must  break 
yourself  of  this  new  fit,  my  girl ;  there  must  be  no 
combustion.  I  keep  the  creature  under  the  belief 
that  I  adore  her ;  and  if  she  caught  a  breath  of  you 
and  me,  she  is  such  a  fool,  prude,  and  dog  in  the 
manger,  that  she  is  capable  of  spoiling  all.' 

'  All  very  fine,'  returned  the  lady.  *  With  whom 
do  you  pass  your  days  ?  and  which  am  I  to  believe, 
your  words  or  your  actions  ? ' 

'  Anna,  the  devil  take  you,  are  you  blind  ? '  cried 
Gondremark.  'You  know  me.  Am  I  likely  to 
care  for  such  a  preciosa  ?  Tis  hard  that  we  should 
have  been  together  for  so  long,  and  you  should  still 
take  me  for  a  troubadour.  But  if  there  is  one  thins: 
that  I  despise  and  deprecate,  it  is  all  such  figures  in 
Berlin  wool.  Give  me  a  human  woman — like  myself. 
You  are  my  mate ;  you  were  made  for  me ;  you 
amuse  me  like  the  play.  And  what  have  I  to  gain 
that  I  should  pretend  to  you  ?  If  I  do  not  love  you, 
what  use  are  you  to  me?  Why,  none.  It  is  as 
clear  as  noonday.' 

'  Do  you  love  me,  Heinrich  ? '  she  asked,  languish- 
ing.    *  Do  you  truly  ? ' 

'I  tell  you,'  he  cried,  'I  love  you  next  after 
myself.     I  should  be  all  abroad  if  I  had  lost  you.' 

'  Well,  then,'  said  she,  folding  up  the  paper  and 
putting  it  calmly  in  her  pocket,  '  I  will  believe  you, 
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and  I  join  the  plot.  Count  upon  me.  At  midnight, 
did  you  say  ?  It  is  Gordon,  I  see,  that  you  have 
charged  with  it.  Excellent ;  he  will  stick  at  nothing.' 
Gondremark  watched  her  suspiciously.  '  Why  do 
you  take  the  paper  ? '  he  demanded.     '  Give  it  here.' 

*  No,'  she  returned ;  '  I  mean  to  keep  it.  It  is  I 
who  must  prepare  the  stroke  ;  you  cannot  manage  it 
without  me  ;  and  to  do  my  best  I  must  possess  the 
paper.  Where  shall  I  find  Gordon  ?  In  his  rooms  ?  ' 
She  spoke  with  a  rather  feverish  self-possession. 

*  Anna,'  he  said  sternly,  the  black,  bilious  counten- 
ance of  his  palace  role  taking  the  place  of  the  more 
open  favour  of  his  hours  at  home,  '  I  ask  you  for  that 
paper.     Once,  twice,  and  thrice.' 

'  Heinrich,'  she  returned,  looking  him  in  the  face, 
'  take  care.     I  will  put  up  with  no  dictation.' 

Both  looked  dangerous  ;  and  the  silence  lasted  for 
a  measurable  interval  of  time.  Then  she  made  haste 
to  have  the  first  word ;  and  with  a  laugh  that  rang 
clear  and  honest,  'Do  not  be  a  child,'  she  said.  '  I 
wonder  at  you.  If  your  assurances  are  true,  you  can 
have  no  reason  to  mistrust  me,  nor  I  to  play  you 
false.  The  difficulty  is  to  get  the  Prince  out  of  the 
palace  without  scandal.  His  valets  are  devoted  ;  his 
chamberlain  a  slave ;  and  yet  one  cry  might  ruin  all.' 

*  They  must  be  overpowered,'  he  said,  following 
her  to  the  new  ground,  '  and  disappear  along  with 
him.' 

i  And  your  whole  scheme  along  with  them  ! '  she 
cried.  '  He  does  not  take  his  servants  when  he  goes 
a-hunting  :  a  child  could  read  the  truth.     No,  no  ; 

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the  plan  is  idiotic ;  it  must  be  Ratafia's.     But  hear 
me.     You  know  the  Prince  worships  me  ? ' 

'  I  know,'  he  said.  '  Poor  Featherhead,  I  cross  his 
destiny ! ' 

'  Well  now,'  she  continued,  '  what  if  I  bring  him 
alone  out  of  the  palace,  to  some  quiet  corner  of  the 
Park — the  Flying  Mercury,  for  instance  ?  Gordon 
can  be  posted  in  the  thicket ;  the  carriage  wait  behind 
the  temple ;  not  a  cry,  not  a  scuffle,  not  a  footfall ; 
simply,  the  Prince  vanishes  ! — What  do  you  say  ? 
Am  I  an  able  ally  ?  Are  my  beauoc  yeuoc  of  service  ? 
Ah,  Heinrich,  do  not  lose  your  Anna ! — she  has 
power ! ' 

He  struck  with  his  open  hand  upon  the  chimney. 
'  Witch ! '  he  said,  «  there  is  not  your  match  for 
devilry  in  Europe.  Service !  the  thing  runs  on 
wheels.' 

'  Kiss  me,  then,  and  let  me  go.  I  must  not  miss 
my  Featherhead,'  she  said. 

*  Stay,  stay,'  said  the  Baron ;  '  not  so  fast.  I  wish, 
upon  my  soul,  that  I  could  trust  you  ;  but  you  are, 
out  and  in,  so  whimsical  a  devil  that  I  dare  not. 
Hang  it,  Anna,  no  ;  it 's  not  possible  ! ' 

'  You  doubt  me,  Heinrich  ? '  she  cried. 

'  Doubt  is  not  the  word,'  said  he.  '  I  know  you. 
Once  you  were  clear  of  me  with  that  paper  in  your 
pocket,  who  knows  what  you  would  do  with  it  ? — not 
you,  at  least — nor  I.  You  see,'  he  added,  shaking 
his  head  paternally  upon  the  Countess,  ■  you  are  as 
vicious  as  a  monkey.' 

'I  swear  to  you,'  she  cried,  '  by  my  salvation  .  .  .' 
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'  I  have  no  curiosity  to  hear  you  swearing,'  said 
the  Baron. 

*  You  think  that  I  have  no  religion  ?  You  suppose 
me  destitute  of  honour.  Well/  she  said,  '  see  here  : 
I  will  not  argue,  but  I  tell  you  once  for  all :  leave 
me  this  order,  and  the  Prince  shall  be  arrested — take 
it  from  me,  and,  as  certain  as  I  speak,  I  will  upset 
the  coach.  Trust  me,  or  fear  me  :  take  your  choice.' 
And  she  offered  him  the  paper. 

The  Baron,  in  a  great  contention  of  mind,  stood 
irresolute,  weighing  the  two  dangers.  Once  his  hand 
advanced,  then  dropped.  '  Well,'  he  said, '  since  trust 
is  what  you  call  it  .   .  / 

'  No  more,'  she  interrupted.  '  Do  not  spoil  your 
attitude.  And  now  since  you  have  behaved  like  a 
good  sort  of  fellow  in  the  dark,  I  will  condescend  to 
tell  you  why.  I  go  to  the  palace  to  arrange  with 
Gordon  ;  but  how  is  Gordon  to  obey  me  ?  And  how 
can  I  foresee  the  hours  ?  It  may  be  midnight ;  ay, 
and  it  may  be  nightfall ;  all 's  a  chance  ;  and  to  act, 
I  must  be  free  and  hold  the  strings  of  the  adventure. 
And  now/  she  cried,  'your  Vivien  goes.  Dub  me 
your  knight ! '  And  she  held  out  her  arms  and 
smiled  upon  him  radiant. 

'  Well,'  he  said,  when  he  had  kissed  her,  '  every 
man  must  have  his  folly ;  I  thank  God  mine  is 
no  worse.  Off  with  you  !  I  have  given  a  child  a 
squib.' 


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PROVIDENCE   VON    ROSEN  :   ACT   THE   SECOND 
SHE   INFORMS   THE   PRINCE 

It  was  the  first  impulse  of  Madame  von  Rosen  to 
return  to  her  own  villa  and  revise  her  toilette. 
Whatever  else  should  come  of  this  adventure,  it 
was  her  firm  design  to  pay  a  visit  to  the  Princess. 
And  before  that  woman,  so  little  beloved,  the 
Countess  would  appear  at  no  disadvantage.  It  was 
the  work  of  minutes.  Von  Rosen  had  the  captain's 
eye  in  matters  of  the  toilette  ;  she  was  none  of  those 
who  hang  in  Fabian  helplessness  among  their  finery, 
and,  after  hours,  come  forth  upon  the  world  as 
dowdies.  A  glance,  a  loosened  curl,  a  studied  and 
admired  disorder  in  the  hair,  a  bit  of  lace,  a  touch 
of  colour,  a  yellow  rose  in  the  bosom ;  and  the  in- 
stant picture  was  complete. 

*  That  will  do,'  she  said.  '  Bid  my  carriage  follow 
me  to  the  palace.  In  half  an  hour  it  should  be  there 
in  waiting.' 

The  night  was  beginning  to  fall  and  the  shops  to 
shine  with  lamps  along  the  tree-beshadowed  thorough- 
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fares  of  Otto's  capital,  when  the  Countess  started 
on  her  high  emprise.  She  was  jocund  at  heart ; 
pleasure  and  interest  had  winged  her  beauty,  and  she 
knew  it.  She  paused  before  the  glowing  jeweller's  ; 
she  remarked  and  praised  a  costume  in  the  milliner's 
window  ;  and  when  she  reached  the  lime-tree  walk 
with  its  high,  umbrageous  arches  and  stir  of  passers- 
by  in  the  dim  alleys,  she  took  her  place  upon  a 
bench  and  began  to  dally  with  the  pleasures  of  the 
hour.  It  was  cold,  but  she  did  not  feel  it,  being 
warm  within ;  her  thoughts,  in  that  dark  corner, 
shone  like  the  gold  and  rubies  at  the  jeweller's  ;  her 
ears,  which  heard  the  brushing  of  so  many  footfalls, 
transposed  it  into  music. 

What  was  she  to  do  ?  She  held  the  paper  by 
which  all  depended.  Otto  and  Gondremark  and 
Ratafia,  and  the  state  itself,  hung  light  in  her 
balances,  as  light  as  dust ;  her  little  finger  laid  in 
either  scale  would  set  all  flying :  and  she  hugged 
herself  upon  her  huge  preponderance,  and  then 
laughed  aloud  to  think  how  giddily  it  might  be  used. 
The  vertigo  of  omnipotence,  the  disease  of  Caesars, 
shook  her  reason.  '  O  the  mad  world  ! '  she  thought, 
and  laughed  aloud  in  exultation. 

A  child,  finger  in  mouth,  had  paused  a  little  way 
from  where  she  sat,  and  stared  with  cloudy  interest 
upon  this  laughing  lady.  She  called  it  nearer ;  but 
the  child  hung  back.  Instantly,  with  that  curious 
passion  which  you  may  see  any  woman  in  the  world 
display,  on  the  most  odd  occasions,  for  a  similar  end, 
the  Countess  bent  herself  with  singleness  of  mind  to 

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overcome  this  diffidence  ;  and  presently,  sure  enough, 
the  child  was  seated  on  her  knee,  thumbing  and 
glowering  at  her  watch. 

*  If  you  had  a  clay  bear  and  a  china  monkey,'  asked 
von  Rosen,  '  which  would  you  prefer  to  break  ?  ' 

'  But  I  have  neither,'  said  the  child. 

*  Well,'  she  said,  '  here  is  a  bright  florin,  with 
which  you  may  purchase  both  the  one  and  the  other  ; 
and  I  shall  give  it  you  at  once,  if  you  will  answer 
my  question.  The  clay  bear  or  the  china  monkey — 
come  ? ' 

But  the  unbreeched  soothsayer  only  stared  upon 
the  florin  with  big  eyes ;  the  oracle  could  not  be 
persuaded  to  reply  ;  and  the  Countess  kissed  him 
lightly,  gave  him  the  florin,  set  him  down  upon  the 
path,  and  resumed  her  way  with  swinging  and  elastic 
gait. 

'  Which  shall  I  break  ? '  she  wondered ;  and  she 
passed  her  hand  with  delight  among  the  careful  dis- 
arrangement of  her  locks.  '  Which  ? '  and  she  con- 
sulted heaven  with  her  bright  eyes.  '  Do  I  love 
both  or  neither  ?  A  little — passionately — not  at  all  ? 
Both  or  neither — both,  I  believe  ;  but  at  least  I  will 
make  hay  of  Ratafia.' 

By  the  time  she  had  passed  the  iron  gates,  mounted 
the  drive,  and  set  her  foot  upon  the  broad  flagged 
terrace,  the  night  had  come  completely ;  the  palace 
front  was  thick  with  lighted  windows ;  and  along 
the  balustrade,  the  lamp  on  every  twentieth  baluster 
shone  clear.  A  few  withered  tracks  of  sunset,  amber 
and  glow-worm  green,  still  lingered  in  the  western 
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sky ;  and  she  paused  once  again  to  watch  them 
fading. 

'And  to  think,'  she  said,  'that  here  am  I — destiny 
embodied,  a  norn,  a  fate,  a  providence — and  have  no 
guess  upon  which  side  I  shall  declare  myself !  What 
other  woman  in  my  place  would  not  be  prejudiced, 
and  think  herself  committed  ?  But,  thank  Heaven  ! 
I  was  born  just ! '  Otto's  windows  were  bright 
among  the  rest,  and  she  looked  on  them  with  rising 
tenderness.  '  How  does  it  feel  to  be  deserted  ? '  she 
thought.  '  Poor  dear  fool !  The  girl  deserves  that 
he  should  see  this  order.' 

Without  more  delay,  she  passed  into  the  palace 
and  asked  for  an  audience  of  Prince  Otto.  The 
Prince,  she  was  told,  was  in  his  own  apartment,  and 
desired  to  be  private.  She  sent  her  name.  A  man 
presently  returned  with  word  that  the  Prince  ten- 
dered his  apologies  but  could  see  no  one.  i  Then  I 
will  write,'  she  said,  and  scribbled  a  few  lines  alleg- 
ing urgency  of  life  and  death.  '  Help  me,  my  Prince,' 
she  added  ;  '  none  but  you  can  help  me. '  This  time 
the  messenger  returned  more  speedily  and  begged 
the  Countess  to  follow  him  :  the  Prince  was  era- 
ciously  pleased  to  receive  the  Frau  Grafin  von 
Rosen. 

Otto  sat  by  the  fire  in  his  large  armoury,  weapons 
faintly  glittering  all  about  him  in  the  changeful 
light.  His  face  was  disfigured  by  the  marks  of 
weeping ;  he  looked  sour  and  sad ;  nor  did  he  rise 
to  greet  his  visitor,  but  bowed,  and  bade  the  man 
be  gone.      That  kind   of  general  tenderness  which 

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served  the  Countess  for  both  heart  and  conscience, 
sharply  smote  her  at  this  spectacle  of  grief  and  weak- 
ness ;  she  began  immediately  to  enter  into  the  spirit 
of  her  part ;  and  as  soon  as  they  were  alone,  taking 
one  step  forward  and  with  a  magnificent  gesture — 
'  Up  ! '  she  cried. 

'  Madame  von  Rosen,'  replied  Otto  dully,  '  you 
have  used  strong  words.  You  speak  of  life  and 
death.  Pray,  madam,  who  is  threatened  ?  Who  is 
there,'  he  added  bitterly,  *  so  destitute  that  even 
Otto  of  Grunewald  can  assist  him  ? ' 

'  First  learn,'  said  she,  '  the  names  of  the  con- 
spirators :  the  Princess  and  the  Baron  Gondremark. 
Can  you  not  guess  the  rest  ? '  And  then,  as  he  main- 
tained his  silence — '  You  ! '  she  cried,  pointing  at 
him  with  her  finger.  '  Tis  you  they  threaten  ! 
Your  rascal  and  mine  have  laid  their  heads  together 
and  condemned  you.  But  they  reckoned  without 
you  and  me.  We  make  a  partie  carree,  Prince,  in 
love  and  politics.  They  lead  an  ace,  but  we  shall 
trump  it.     Come,  partner,  shall  I  draw  my  card  ? ' 

'  Madam,'  he  said,  '  explain  yourself.  Indeed  I 
fail  to  comprehend.' 

'  See,  then,'  said  she  :  and  handed  him  the  order. 

He  took  it,  looked  upon  it  with  a  start ;  and  then, 
still  without  speech,  he  put  his  hand  before  his  face. 
She  waited  for  a  word  in  vain. 

'  What ! '  she  cried,  '  do  you  take  the  thing  down- 

heartedly  ?     As  well  seek  wine  in  a  milkpail  as  love 

in  that  girl's  heart !     Be  done  with  this,  and  be  a 

man.     After  the  league  of  the  lions,  let  us  have  a 

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conspiracy  of  mice,  and  pull  this  piece  of  machinery 
to  ground.  You  were  brisk  enough  last  night  when 
nothing  was  at  stake  and  all  was  frolic.  Well,  here 
is  better  sport ;  here  is  life  indeed.' 

He  got  to  his  feet  with  some  alacrity,  and  his 
face,  which  was  a  little  flushed,  bore  the  marks  of 
resolution. 

'  Madame  von  Rosen,'  said  he,  '  I  am  neither  un- 
conscious nor  ungrateful  ;  this  is  the  true  continua- 
tion of  your  friendship  ;  but  I  see  that  I  must  dis- 
appoint your  expectations.  You  seem  to  expect 
from  me  some  effort  of  resistance  ;  but  why  should 
I  resist  ?  I  have  not  much  to  gain  ;  and  now  that 
I  have  read  this  paper,  and  the  last  of  a  fool's  para- 
dise is  shattered,  it  would  be  hyperbolical  to  speak 
of  loss  in  the  same  breath  with  Otto  of  Griinewald. 
I  have  no  party,  no  policy ;  no  pride,  nor  anything 
to  be  proud  of.  For  what  benefit  or  principle  under 
Heaven  do  you  expect  me  to  contend  ?  Or  would 
you  have  me  bite  and  scratch  like  a  trapped  weasel  ? 
No,  madam  ;  signify  to  those  who  sent  you  my 
readiness  to  go.     I  would  at  least  avoid  a  scandal.' 

'  You  go  ? — of  your  own  will,  you  go  ? '  she  cried. 

'  I  cannot  say  so  much,  perhaps,'  he  answered  ; 
'  but  I  go  with  good  alacrity.  I  have  desired  a 
change  some  time  ;  behold  one  offered  me  !  Shall 
I  refuse  ?  Thank  God,  I  am  not  so  destitute  of 
humour  as  to  make  a  tragedy  of  such  a  farce.'  He 
flicked  the  order  on  the  table.  '  You  may  signify 
my  readiness,'  he  added  grandly. 

*  Ah,'  she  said,  '  you  are  more  angry  than  you  own.' 

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*  I,  madam  ?  angry  ? '  he  cried.  '  You  rave !  I 
have  no  cause  for  anger.  In  every  way  I  have  been 
taught  my  weakness,  my  instability,  and  my  unfit- 
ness for  the  world.  I  am  a  plexus  of  weaknesses, 
an  impotent  Prince,  a  doubtful  gentleman  ;  and  you 
yourself,  indulgent  as  you  are,  have  twice  reproved 
my  levity.  And  shall  I  be  angry  ?  I  may  feel  the 
unkindness,  but  I  have  sufficient  honesty  of  mind  to 
see  the  reasons  of  this  coup  d'etaV 

'  From  whom  have  you  got  this  ? '  she  cried  in 
wonder.  '  You  think  you  have  not  behaved  well  ? 
My  Prince,  were  you  not  young  and  handsome,  I 
should  detest  you  for  your  virtues.  You  push 
them  to  the  verge  of  commonplace.  And  this  in- 
gratitude  ' 

'Understand  me,  Madame  von  Rosen,'  returned 
the  Prince,  flushing  a  little  darker,  '  there  can  be 
here  no  talk  of  gratitude,  none  of  pride.  You  are 
here,  by  what  circumstance  I  know  not,  but  doubt- 
less led  by  your  kindness,  mixed  up  in  what  regards 
my  family  alone.  You  have  no  knowledge  what 
my  wife,  your  sovereign,  may  have  suffered  ;  it  is 
not  for  you — no,  nor  for  me — to  judge.  I  own  my- 
self in  fault ;  and  were  it  otherwise,  a  man  were  a 
very  empty  boaster  who  should  talk  of  love  and  start 
before  a  small  humiliation.  It  is  in  all  the  copy- 
books that  one  should  die  to  please  his  lady-love ; 
and  shall  a  man  not  go  to  prison  ? ' 

'  Love  ?  And  what  has  love  to  do  with  being 
sent  to  gaol  ? '  exclaimed  the  Countess,  appealing  to 
the  walls  and  roof.  '  Heaven  knows  I  think  as  much 
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of  love  as  any  one ;  my  life  would  prove  it ;  but  I 
admit  no  love,  at  least  for  a  man,  that  is  not  equally 
returned.     The  rest  is  moonshine.' 

'  I  think  of  love  more  absolutely,  madam,  though 
I  am  certain  no  more  tenderly,  than  a  lady  to  whom 
I  am  indebted  for  such  kindnesses,'  returned  the 
Prince.  '  But  this  is  unavailing.  We  are  not  here 
to  hold  a  court  of  troubadours.' 

'  Still,'  she  replied,  '  there  is  one  thing  you  forget. 
If  she  conspires  with  Gondremark  against  your 
liberty,  she  may  conspire  with  him  against  your 
honour  also.' 

'  My  honour  ? '  he  repeated.  '  For  a  woman,  you 
surprise  me.  If  I  have  failed  to  gain  her  love  or  play 
my  part  of  husband,  what  right  is  left  me  ?  or  what 
honour  can  remain  in  such  a  scene  of  defeat  ?  No 
honour  that  I  recognise.  I  am  become  a  stranger. 
If  my  wife  no  longer  loves  me,  I  will  go  to  prison, 
since  she  wills  it ;  if  she  love  another,  where  should 
I  be  more  in  place  ?  or  whose  fault  is  it  but  mine  ? 
You  speak,  Madame  von  Rosen,  like  too  many 
women,  with  a  man's  tongue.  Had  I  myself  fallen 
into  temptation  (as,  Heaven  knows,  I  might)  I  should 
have  trembled,  but  still  hoped  and  asked  for  her  for- 
giveness ;  and  yet  mine  had  been  a  treason  in  the 
teeth  of  love.  But  let  me  tell  you,  madam,'  he  pur- 
sued, with  rising  irritation,  'where  a  husband  by 
futility,  facility,  and  ill-timed  humours  has  outwearied 
his  wife's  patience,  I  will  suffer  neither  man  nor 
woman  to  misjudge  her.     She  is  free ;  the  man  has 


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'  Because  she  loves  you  not  ? '  the  Countess  cried. 
'  You  know  she  is  incapable  of  such  a  feeling.' 

'  Rather,  it  was  I  who  was  born  incapable  of 
inspiring  it,'  said  Otto. 

Madame  von  Rosen  broke  into  sudden  laughter. 
'  Fool,'  she  cried,  '  I  am  in  love  with  you  myself ! ' 

'Ah,  madam,  you  are  most  compassionate,'  the 
Prince  retorted,  smiling.  '  But  this  is  waste  debate. 
I  know  my  purpose.  Perhaps,  to  equal  you  in  frank- 
ness, I  know  and  embrace  my  advantage.  I  am  not 
without  the  spirit  of  adventure.  I  am  in  a  false 
position — so  recognised  by  public  acclamation :  do 
you  grudge  me,  then,  my  issue  ? ' 

'  If  your  mind  is  made  up,  why  should  I  dissuade 
you  ? '  said  the  Countess.  '  I  own,  with  a  bare  face, 
I  am  the  gainer.  Go,  you  take  my  heart  with  you, 
or  more  of  it  than  I  desire ;  I  shall  not  sleep  at 
night  for  thinking  of  your  misery.  But  do  not  be 
afraid ;  I  would  not  spoil  you,  you  are  such  a  fool 
and  hero.' 

'  Alas !  madam,'  cried  the  Prince,  '  and  your 
unlucky  money !  I  did  amiss  to  take  it,  but  you 
are  a  wonderful  persuader.  And  I  thank  God,  I  can 
still  offer  you  the  fair  equivalent'  He  took  some 
papers  from  the  chimney.  '  Here,  madam,  are  the 
title-deeds,'  he  said ;  *  where  I  am  going,  they  can 
certainly  be  of  no  use  to  me,  and  I  have  now  no  other 
hope  of  making  up  to  you  your  kindness.  You  made 
the  loan  without  formality,  obeying  your  kind  heart. 
The  parts  are  somewhat  changed ;  the  sun  of  this 
Prince  of  Grimewald  is  upon  the  point  of  setting ; 
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and  I  know  you  better  than  to  doubt  you  will  once 
more  waive  ceremony,  and  accept  the  best  that  he 
can  give  you.  If  I  may  look  for  any  pleasure  in  the 
coming  time,  it  will  be  to  remember  that  the  peasant 
is  secure,  and  my  most  generous  friend  no  loser.' 

*  Do  you  not  understand  my  odious  position  ? ' 
cried  the  Countess.  '  Dear  Prince,  it  is  upon  your 
fall  that  I  begin  my  fortune.' 

'  It  was  the  more  like  you  to  tempt  me  to  resist- 
ance,' returned  Otto.  'But  this  cannot  alter  our 
relations ;  and  I  must,  for  the  last  time,  lay  my  com- 
mands upon  you  in  the  character  of  Prince.'  And 
with  his  loftiest  dignity,  he  forced  the  deeds  on  her 
acceptance. 

*  I  hate  the  very  touch  of  them,'  she  cried. 
There  followed  upon  this  a  little   silence.     '  At 

what  time,'  resumed  Otto,  '  (if  indeed  you  know)  am 
I  to  be  arrested  ? ' 

'  Your  Highness,  when  you  please  ! '  exclaimed  the 
Countess.  '  Or,  if  you  choose  to  tear  that  paper, 
never ! ' 

'  I  would  rather  it  were  done  quickly,'  said  the 
Prince.  '  I  shall  take  but  time  to  leave  a  letter  for 
the  Princess.' 

*  Well,'  said  the  Countess,  '  I  have  advised  you  to 
resist ;  at  the  same  time,  if  you  intend  to  be  dumb 
before  your  shearers,  I  must  say  that  I  ought  to  set 
about  arranging  your  arrest.  I  offered ' — she  hesitated 
— '  I  offered  to  manage  it,  intending,  my  dear  friend 
• — intending,  upon  my  soul,  to  be  of  use  to  you. 
Well,  if  you  will  not  profit  by  my  goodwill,  then  be 

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of  use  to  me  ;  and  as  soon  as  ever  you  feel  ready,  go 
to  the  Flying  Mercury  where  we  met  last  night.  It 
will  be  none  the  worse  for  you  ;  and  to  make  it  quite 
plain,  it  will  be  better  for  the  rest  of  us.' 

'  Dear  madam,  certainly,'  said  Otto.  « If  I  am  pre- 
pared for  the  chief  evil,  I  shall  not  quarrel  with 
details.  Go,  then,  with  my  best  gratitude ;  and 
when  I  have  written  a  few  lines  of  leave-taking,  I 
shall  immediately  hasten  to  keep  tryst.  To-night 
I  shall  not  meet  so  dangerous  a  cavalier,'  he  added, 
with  a  smiling  gallantry. 

As  soon  as  Madame  von  Rosen  was  gone  he  made 
a  great  call  upon  his  self-command.  He  was  face  to 
face  with  a  miserable  passage  where,  if  it  were 
possible,  he  desired  to  carry  himself  with  dignity.  As 
to  the  main  fact,  he  never  swerved  or  faltered ;  he 
had  come  so  heart-sick  and  so  cruelly  humiliated  from 
his  talk  with  Gotthold,  that  he  embraced  the  notion 
of  imprisonment  with  something  bordering  on  relief. 
Here  was,  at  least,  a  step  which  he  thought  blame- 
less ;  here  was  a  way  out  of  his  troubles.  He  sat 
down  to  write  to  Seraphina ;  and  his  anger  blazed. 
The  tale  of  his  forbearances  mounted,  in  his  eyes,  to 
something  monstrous  ;  still  more  monstrous,  the  cold- 
ness, egoism,  and  cruelty  that  had  required  and  thus 
requited  them.  The  pen  which  he  had  taken  shook 
in  his  hand.  He  was  amazed  to  find  his  resignation 
fled,  but  it  was  gone  beyond  his  recall.  In  a  few 
white-hot  words,  he  bade  adieu,  dubbing  desperation 
by  the  name  of  love,  and  calling  his  wrath  forgive- 
ness ;  then  he  cast  but  one  look  of  leave-taking  on 
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the  place  that  had  been  his  for  so  long  and  was  now 
to  be  his  no  longer ;  and  hurried  forth — love's 
prisoner — or  pride's. 

He  took  that  private  passage  which  he  had 
trodden  so  often  in  less  momentous  hours.  The 
porter  let  him  out :  and  the  bountiful,  cold  air  of  the 
night  and  the  pure  glory  of  the  stars  received  him 
on  the  threshold.  He  looked  round  him,  breathing 
deep  of  earth's  plain  fragrance  ;  he  looked  up  into  the 
great  array  of  heaven,  and  was  quieted.  His  little 
turgid  life  dwindled  to  its  true  proportions ;  and  he 
saw  himself  (that  great  flame-hearted  martyr !)  stand 
like  a  speck  under  the  cool  cupola  of  the  night. 
Thus  he  felt  his  careless  injuries  already  soothed; 
the  live  air  of  out-of-doors,  the  quiet  of  the  world, 
as  if  by  their  silent  music,  sobering  and  dwarfing  his 
emotions. 

'Well,  I  forgive  her,'  he  said.  'If  it  be  of  any 
use  to  her,  I  forgive.' 

And  with  brisk  steps  he  crossed  the  garden, 
issued  upon  the  park  and  came  to  the  Flying 
Mercury.  A  dark  figure  moved  forward  from  the 
shadow  of  the  pedestal. 

'  I  have  to  ask  your  pardon,  sir,'  a  voice  observed, 
'but  if  I  am  right  in  taking  you  for  the  Prince,  I 
was  given  to  understand  that  you  would  be  prepared 
to  meet  me.' 

'  Herr  Gordon,  I  believe  ? '  said  Otto. 

'  Herr  Oberst  Gordon,'  replied  that  officer.  *  This 
is  rather  a  ticklish  business  for  a  man  to  be  embarked 
in ;  and  to  find  that  all  is  to  go  pleasantly  is  a  great 

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relief  to  me.  The  carriage  is  at  hand ;  shall  I  have 
the  honour  of  following  your  Highness  ? ' 

'  Colonel,'  said  the  Prince,  '  I  have  now  come  to 
that  happy  moment  of  my  life  when  I  have  orders 
to  receive  but  none  to  give.' 

'A  most  philosophical  remark!'  returned  the 
Colonel.  '  Begad,  a  very  pertinent  remark  !  it  might 
be  Plutarch.  I  am  not  a  drop's  blood  to  your  High- 
ness, or  indeed  to  any  one  in  this  principality;  or 
else  I  should  dislike  my  orders.  But  as  it  is,  and 
since  there  is  nothing  unnatural  or  unbecoming  on 
my  side,  and  your  Highness  takes  it  in  good  part,  I 
begin  to  believe  we  may  have  a  capital  time  together, 
sir — a  capital  time.  For  a  gaoler  is  only  a  fellow- 
captive.' 

'  May  I  inquire,  Herr  Gordon,'  asked  Otto,  '  what 
led  you  to  accept  this  dangerous  and  I  would  fain 
hope  thankless  office  ? ' 

'  Very  natural,  I  am  sure,'  replied  the  officer  of 
fortune.     '  My  pay  is,  in  the  meanwhile,  doubled.' 

'  Well,  sir,  I  will  not  presume  to  criticise,'  returned 
the  Prince.     'And  I  perceive  the  carriage.' 

Sure  enough,  at  the  intersection  of  two  alleys  of 
the  park,  a  coach  and  four,  conspicuous  by  its  lan- 
terns, stood  in  waiting.  And  a  little  way  off  about 
a  score  of  lancers  were  drawn  up  under  the  shadow 
of  the  trees. 


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PROVIDENCE   VON    ROSEN  I   ACT   THE   THIRD 
SHE   ENLIGHTENS    SERAPHINA 

When  Madame  von  Rosen  left  the  Prince,  she 
hurried  straight  to  Colonel  Gordon  ;  and  not  content 
with  directing  the  arrangements,  she  had  herself 
accompanied  the  soldier  of  fortune  to  the  Flying 
Mercury.  The  Colonel  gave  her  his  arm,  and  the 
talk  between  this  pair  of  conspirators  ran  high  and 
lively.  The  Countess,  indeed,  was  in  a  whirl  of 
pleasure  and  excitement ;  her  tongue  stumbled  upon 
laughter,  her  eyes  shone,  the  colour  that  was  usually 
wanting  now  perfected  her  face.  It  would  have 
taken  little  more  to  bring  Gordon  to  her  feet — or  so, 
at  least,  she  believed,  disdaining  the  idea. 

Hidden  among  some  lilac  bushes,  she  enjoyed  the 
great  decorum  of  the  arrest,  and  heard  the  dialogue 
of  the  two  men  die  away  along  the  path.  Soon 
after,  the  rolling  of  a  carriage  and  the  beat  of  hoofs 
arose  in  the  still  air  of  the  night,  and  passed  speedily 
farther  and  fainter  into  silence.    The  Prince  was  gone. 

Madame  von  Rosen  consulted   her  watch.     She 

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had  still,  she  thought,  time  enough  for  the  tit-bit  of 
her  evening ;  and  hurrying  to  the  palace,  winged  by 
the  fear  of  Gondrem ark's  arrival,  she  sent  her  name 
and  a  pressing  request  for  a  reception  to  the  Princess 
Seraphina.  As  the  Countess  von  Rosen  unqualified, 
she  was  sure  to  be  refused ;  but  as  an  emissary  of 
the  Baron's,  for  so  she  chose  to  style  herself,  she 
gained  immediate  entry. 

The  Princess  sat  alone  at  table,  making  a  feint  of 
dining.  Her  cheeks  were  mottled,  her  eyes  heavy ; 
she  had  neither  slept  nor  eaten ;  even  her  dress  had 
been  neglected.  In  short,  she  was  out  of  health,  out 
of  looks,  out  of  heart,  and  hag-ridden  by  her  con- 
science. The  Countess  drew  a  swift  comparison, 
and  shone  brighter  in  beauty. 

*  You  come,  madam,  de  la  part  de  Monsieur  le 
Baron,'  drawled  the  Princess.  '  Be  seated  !  What 
have  you  to  say  ? ' 

'  To  say  ? '  repeated  Madame  von  Rosen.  *  O, 
much  to  say !  Much  to  say  that  I  would  rather 
not,  and  much  to  leave  unsaid  that  I  would  rather 
say.  For  I  am  like  St.  Paul,  your  Highness,  and 
always  wish  to  do  the  things  I  should  not.  Well ! 
to  be  categorical — that  is  the  word? — I  took  the 
Prince  your  order.  He  could  not  credit  his  senses. 
"  Ah,"  he  cried,  "  dear  Madame  von  Rosen,  it  is  not 
possible — it  cannot  be — I  must  hear  it  from  your 
lips.  My  wife  is  a  poor  girl  misled,  she  is  only  silly, 
she  is  not  cruel."  " Mon  Prince"  said  I,  "a  girl — 
and  therefore  cruel ;  youth  kills  flies." — He  had  such 
pain  to  understand  it ! ' 
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*  Madame  von  Rosen,'  said  the  Princess,  in  most 
steadfast  tones,  but  with  a  rose  of  anger  in  her  face, 
•  who  sent  you  here,  and  for  what  purpose  ?  Tell 
your  errand.' 

'O,  madam,  I  believe  you  understand  me  very 
well,'  returned  von  Rosen.  *  I  have  not  your  philo- 
sophy. I  wear  my  heart  upon  my  sleeve,  excuse  the 
indecency !  It  is  a  very  little  one,'  she  laughed, 
'  and  I  so  often  change  the  sleeve  ! ' 

'  Am  I  to  understand  the  Prince  has  been  arrested?' 
asked  the  Princess,  rising. 

*  While  you  sat  there  dining ! '  cried  the  Countess, 
still  nonchalantly  seated. 

'  You  have  discharged  your  errand,'  was  the  reply ; 
'I  will  not  detain  you.' 

'O  no,  madam,'  said  the  Countess,  'with  your 
permission,  I  have  not  yet  done.  I  have  borne 
much  this  evening  in  your  service.  I  have  suffered. 
I  was  made  to  suffer  in  your  service.'  She  unfolded 
her  fan  as  she  spoke.  Quick  as  her  pulses  beat,  the 
fan  waved  languidly.  She  betrayed  her  emotion 
only  by  the  brightness  of  her  eyes  and  face,  and  by 
the  almost  insolent  triumph  with  which  she  looked 
down  upon  the  Princess.  There  were  old  scores  of 
rivalry  between  them  in  more  than  one  field ;  so  at 
least  von  Rosen  felt ;  and  now  she  was  to  have  her 
hour  of  victory  in  them  all. 

'You  are  no  servant,  Madame  von  Rosen,  of 
mine,'  said  Seraphina. 

'  No,  madam,  indeed,'  returned  the  Countess  ;  '  but 
we  both  serve  the  same  person,  as  you  know — or  if 

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you  do  not,  then  I  have  the  pleasure  of  informing 
you.  Your  conduct  is  so  light — so  light,'  she  re- 
peated, the  fan  wavering  higher  like  a  butterfly, 
'that  perhaps  you  do  not  truly  understand.'  The 
Countess  rolled  her  fan  together,  laid  it  in  her  lap, 
and  rose  to  a  less  languorous  position.  '  Indeed,' 
she  continued,  '  I  should  be  sorry  to  see  any  young 
woman  in  your  situation.  You  began  with  every 
advantage — birth,  a  suitable  marriage — quite  pretty 
too — and  see  what  you  have  come  to !  My  poor 
girl,  to  think  of  it !  But  there  is  nothing  that  does 
so  much  harm,'  observed  the  Countess  finely,  'as 
giddiness  of  mind.'  And  she  once  more  unfurled 
the  fan,  and  approvingly  fanned  herself. 

'  I  will  no  longer  permit  you  to  forget  yourself,' 
cried  Seraphina.     'I  think  you  are  mad.' 

'Not  mad,'  returned  von  Rosen.  'Sane  enough 
to  know  you  dare  not  break  with  me  to-night,  and 
to  profit  by  the  knowledge.  I  left  my  poor,  pretty 
Prince  Charming  crying  his  eyes  out  for  a  wooden 
doll.  My  heart  is  soft ;  I  love  my  pretty  Prince ; 
you  will  never  understand  it,  but  I  long  to  give  my 
Prince  his  doll,  dry  his  poor  eyes,  and  send  him  off 
happy.  O,  you  immature  fool ! '  the  Countess 
cried,  rising  to  her  feet,  and  pointing  at  the  Princess 
the  closed  fan  that  now  began  to  tremble  in  her 
hand.  '  O  wooden  doll ! '  she  cried,  '  have  you  a 
heart,  or  blood,  or  any  nature?  This  is  a  man, 
child— a  man  who  loves  you.  O,  it  will  not 
happen  twice !  it  is  not  common ;  beautiful  and 
clever  women  look  in  vain  for  it.  And  you,  you 
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pitiful  school-girl,  tread  this  jewel  under  foot !  you, 
stupid  with  your  vanity  !  Before  you  try  to  govern 
kingdoms  you  should  first  be  able  to  behave  your- 
self at  home ;  home  is  the  woman's  kingdom.'  She 
paused  and  laughed  a  little,  strangely  to  hear  and 
look  upon.  '  I  will  tell  you  one  of  the  things,'  she 
said,  '  that  were  to  stay  unspoken.  Von  Rosen  is  a 
better  woman  than  you,  my  Princess,  though  you 
will  never  have  the  pain  of  understanding  it ;  and 
when  I  took  the  Prince  your  order,  and  looked  upon 
his  face,  my  soul  was  melted — O,  I  am  frank — 
here,  within  my  arms,  I  offered  him  repose ! '  She 
advanced  a  step  superbly  as  she  spoke,  with  out- 
stretched arms ;  and  Seraphina  shrank.  '  Do  not  be 
alarmed!'  the  Countess  cried;  'I  am  not  offering 
that  hermitage  to  you ;  in  all  the  world  there  is  but 
one  who  wants  to,  and  him  you  have  dismissed ! 
"If  it  will  give  her  pleasure  I  should  wear  the 
martyr's  crown,"  he  cried,  "I  will  embrace  the 
thorns."  I  tell  you — I  am  quite  frank — I  put  the 
order  in  his  power  and  begged  him  to  resist.  You, 
who  have  betrayed  your  husband,  may  betray  me 
to  Gondremark ;  my  Prince  would  betray  no  one. 
Understand  it  plainly,'  she  cried,  ''tis  of  his  pure 
forbearance  you  sit  there  ;  he  had  the  power — I  gave 
it  him — to  change  the  parts;  and  he  refused,  and 
went  to  prison  in  your  place.' 

The  Princess  spoke  with  some  distress.  'Your 
violence  shocks  me  and  pains  me,'  she  began,  'but 
I  cannot  be  angry  with  what  at  least  does  honour  to 
the  mistaken  kindness  of  your  heart :  it  was  right 

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for  me  to  know  this.  I  will  condescend  to  tell  you. 
It  was  with  deep  regret  that  I  was  driven  to  this 
step.  I  admire  in  many  ways  the  Prince — I  admit 
his  amiability.  It  was  our  great  misfortune,  it  was 
perhaps  somewhat  of  my  fault,  that  we  were  so 
unsuited  to  each  other;  but  I  have  a  regard,  a 
sincere  regard,  for  all  his  qualities.  As  a  private 
person  I  should  think  as  you  do.  It  is  difficult,  I 
know,  to  make  allowances  for  state  considerations. 
I  have  only  with  deep  reluctance  obeyed  the  call  of 
a  superior  duty ;  and  so  soon  as  I  dare  do  it  for  the 
safety  of  the  state,  I  promise  you  the  Prince  shall  be 
released.  Many  in  my  situation  would  have  resented 
your  freedoms.  I  am  not' — and  she  looked  for  a 
moment  rather  piteously  upon  the  Countess — '  I  am 
not  altogether  so  inhuman  as  you  think.' 

*  And  you  can  put  these  troubles  of  the  state,'  the 
Countess  cried,  i  to  weigh  with  a  man's  love  ? ' 

*  Madame  von  Rosen,  these  troubles  are  affairs  of 
life  and  death  to  many  ;  to  the  Prince,  and  perhaps 
even  to  yourself,  among  the  number,'  replied  the 
Princess,  with  dignity.  'I  have  learned,  madam, 
although  still  so  young,  in  a  hard  school,  that  my 
own  feelings  must  everywhere  come  last.' 

'  O  callow  innocence  ! '  exclaimed  the  other.  '  Is 
it  possible  you  do  not  know,  or  do  not  suspect,  the 
intrigue  in  which  you  move  ?  I  find  it  in  my  heart 
to  pity  you !  We  are  both  women  after  all — poor 
girl,  poor  girl ! — and  who  is  born  a  woman  is  born  a 
fool.  And  though  I  hate  all  women — come,  for  the 
common  folly,  I  forgive  you.  Your  Highness' — she 
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dropped  a  deep  stage  curtsey  and  resumed  her  fan 
— '  I  am  going  to  insult  you,  to  betray  one  who  is 
called  my  lover,  and,  if  it  pleases  you  to  use  the 
power  I  now  put  unreservedly  into  your  hands,  to 
ruin  my  dear  self.  O  what  a  French  comedy ! 
You  betray,  I  betray,  they  betray.  It  is  now  my 
cue.  The  letter,  yes.  Behold  the  letter,  madam, 
its  seal  unbroken  as  I  found  it  by  my  bed  this 
morning ;  for  I  was  out  of  humour,  and  I  get  many, 
too  many,  of  these  favours.  For  your  own  sake,  for 
the  sake  of  my  Prince  Charming,  for  the  sake  of  this 
great  principality  that  sits  so  heavy  on  your  con- 
science, open  it  and  read  ! ' 

'  Am  I  to  understand,'  inquired  the  Princess, '  that 
this  letter  in  any  way  regards  me  ? ' 

'  You  see  I  have  not  opened  it,'  replied  von  Rosen; 
'  but  'tis  mine,  and  I  beg  you  to  experiment.' 

'  I  cannot  look  at  it  till  you  have,'  returned  Sera- 
phina,  very  seriously.  '  There  may  be  matter  there 
not  meant  for  me  to  see  ;  it  is  a  private  letter.' 

The  Countess  tore  it  open,  glanced  it  through, 
and  tossed  it  back ;  and  the  Princess,  taking  up  the 
sheet,  recognised  the  hand  of  Gondremark,  and  read 
with  a  sickening  shock  the  following  lines : — 

'  Dearest  Anna,  come  at  once.     Ratafia  has  done 

the  deed,  her  husband  is  to  be  packed  to  prison.     This 

puts  the  minx  entirely  in  my  power;    le  tour  est 

joue;   she  will  now  go  steady  in  harness,  or  I  will 

know  the  reason  why.     Come.  Heinrich.' 

'Command  yourself,  madam,'  said  the  Countess, 

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watching  with  some  alarm  the  white  face  of  Sera- 
phina.  '  It  is  in  vain  for  you  to  fight  with  Gondre- 
mark ;  he  has  more  strings  than  mere  court  favour, 
and  could  bring  you  down  to-morrow  with  a  word. 
I  would  not  have  betrayed  him  otherwise ;  but 
Heinrich  is  a  man,  and  plays  with  all  of  you  like 
marionnettes.  And  now  at  least  you  see  for  what 
you  sacrificed  my  Prince.  Madam,  will  you  take 
some  wine  ?     I  have  been  cruel.' 

'  Not  cruel,  madam — salutary,'  said  Seraphina, 
with  a  phantom  smile.  '  No,  I  thank  you,  I  re- 
quire no  attentions.  The  first  surprise  affected  me  : 
will  you  give  me  time  a  little  ?     I  must  think.' 

She  took  her  head  between  her  hands,  and  contem- 
plated for  a  while  the  hurricane  confusion  of  her 
thoughts. 

'  This  information  reaches  me,'  she  said,  '  when  I 
have  need  of  it.  I  would  not  do  as  you  have  done, 
but  yet  I  thank  you.  I  have  been  much  deceived  in 
Baron  Gondremark.' 

'  O,  madam,  leave  Gondremark,  and  think  upon 
the  Prince  ! '  cried  von  Rosen. 

'  You  speak  once  more  as  a  private  person,'  said 
the  Princess ;  '  nor  do  I  blame  you.  But  my  own 
thoughts  are  more  distracted.  However,  as  I  be- 
lieve you  are  truly  a  friend  to  my — to  the as 

I  believe,'  she  said,  '  you  are  a  friend  to  Otto,  I  shall 
put  the  order  for  his  release  into  your  hands  this 
moment.  Give  me  the  ink-dish.  There ! '  And 
she  wrote  hastily,  steadying  her  arm  upon  the  table, 
for  she  trembled  like  a  reed.  '  Remember,  madam,' 
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she  resumed,  handing  her  the  order,  'this  must  not 
be  used  nor  spoken  of  at  present ;  till  I  have  seen 
the  Baron,  any  hurried  step — I  lose  myself  in  think- 
ing.    The  suddenness  has  shaken  me.' 

1 1  promise  you  I  will  not  use  it,'  said  the  Countess, 
s  till  you  give  me  leave,  although  I  wish  the  Prince 
could  be  informed  of  it,  to  comfort  his  poor  heart. 
And  O,  I  had  forgotten,  he  has  left  a  letter.  Suffer 
me,  madam ;  I  will  bring  it  you.  This  is  the  door, 
I  think  ? '     And  she  sought  to  open  it. 

'  The  bolt  is  pushed,'  said  Seraphina,  flushing. 

'  O  !  O  ! '  cried  the  Countess. 

A  silence  fell  between  them. 

'  I  will  get  it  for  myself,'  said  Seraphina ;  '  and  in 
the  meanwhile  I  beg  you  to  leave  me.  I  thank  you, 
I  am  sure,  but  I  shall  be  obliged  if  you  will  leave 
me.' 

The  Countess  deeply  curtseyed,  and  withdrew. 


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CHAPTER  XIV 

RELATES  THE  CAUSE  AND  OUTBREAK  OF  THE 
REVOLUTION 

Brave  as  she  was,  and  brave  by  intellect,  the 
Princess,  when  first  she  was  alone,  clung  to  the  table 
for  support.  The  four  corners  of  her  universe  had 
fallen.  She  had  never  liked  nor  trusted  Gondremark 
completely ;  she  had  still  held  it  possible  to  find 
him  false  to  friendship  ;  but  from  that  to  finding  him 
devoid  of  all  those  public  virtues  for  which  she  had 
honoured  him,  a  mere  commonplace  intriguer,  using 
her  for  his  own  ends,  the  step  was  wide  and  the 
descent  giddy.  Light  and  darkness  succeeded  each 
other  in  her  brain ;  now  she  believed,  and  now  she 
could  not.  She  turned,  blindly  groping  for  the 
note.  But  von  Rosen,  who  had  not  forgotten  to 
take  the  warrant  from  the  Prince,  had  remembered 
to  recover  her  note  from  the  Princess :  von  Rosen 
was  an  old  campaigner,  whose  most  violent  emotion 
aroused  rather  than  clouded  the  vigour  of  her 
reason. 

The  thought  recalled  to  Seraphina  the   remem- 
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brance  of  the  other  letter — Otto's.  She  rose  and 
went  speedily,  her  brain  still  wheeling,  and  burst 
into  the  Prince's  armoury.  The  old  chamberlain 
was  there  in  waiting ;  and  the  sight  of  another  face, 
prying  (or  so  she  felt)  on  her  distress,  struck 
Seraphina  into  childish  anger. 

'  Go  ! '  she  cried  ;  and  then,  when  the  old  man 
was  already  half-way  to  the  door,  '  Stay ! '  she  added. 
'As  soon  as  Baron  Gondremark  arrives,  let  him 
attend  me  here.' 

'  It  shall  be  so  directed,'  said  the  chamberlain. 

'There  was  a  letter  .  .  .'  she  began,  and  paused. 

'  Her  Highness,'  said  the  chamberlain,  'will  find  a 
letter  on  the  table.  I  had  received  no  orders,  or 
Her  Highness  had  been  spared  this  trouble.' 

'  No,  no,  no,'  she  cried.  '  I  thank  you.  I  desire 
to  be  alone.' 

And  then,  when  he  was  gone,  she  leaped  upon  the 
letter.  Her  mind  was  still  obscured  ;  like  the  moon 
upon  a  night  of  clouds  and  wind,  her  reason  shone 
and  was  darkened ;  and  she  read  the  words  by 
flashes. 

'  Seraphina,'  the  Prince  wrote,  *  I  will  write  no 
syllable  of  reproach.  I  have  seen  your  order,  and  I  go. 
What  else  is  left  me  ?  I  have  wasted  my  love,  and 
have  no  more.  To  say  that  I  forgive  you  is  not  need- 
ful :  at  least,  we  are  now  separate  for  ever ;  by  your 
own  act,  you  free  me  from  my  willing  bondage  :  I  go 
free  to  prison.  This  is  the  last  that  you  will  hear  of 
me  in  love  or  anger.  I  have  gone  out  of  your  life  ; 
you  may  breathe  easy ;  you  have  now  rid  yourself  of 

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the  husband  who  allowed  you  to  desert  him,  of  the 
Prince  who  gave  you  his  rights,  and  of  the  married 
lover  who  made  it  his  pride  to  defend  you  in  your 
absence.  How  you  have  requited  him,  your  own 
heart  more  loudly  tells  you  than  my  words.  There 
is  a  day  coming  when  your  vain  dreams  will  roll 
away  like  clouds,  and  you  will  find  yourself  alone. 
Then  you  will  remember  Otto.' 

She  read  with  a  great  horror  on  her  mind ;  that 
day,  of  which  he  wrote,  was  come.  She  was  alone ; 
she  had  been  false,  she  had  been  cruel ;  remorse 
rolled  in  upon  her ;  and  then  with  a  more  piercing 
note,  vanity  bounded  on  the  stage  of  consciousness. 
She  a  dupe  !  she  helpless  !  she  to  have  betrayed  her- 
self in  seeking  to  betray  her  husband !  she  to  have 
lived  these  years  upon  flattery,  grossly  swallowing 
the  bolus,  like  a  clown  with  sharpers !  she — 
Seraphina  !  Her  swift  mind  drank  the  consequences  ; 
she  foresaw  the  coming  fall,  her  public  shame ;  she 
saw  the  odium,  disgrace,  and  folly  of  her  story  flaunt 
through  Europe.  She  recalled  the  scandal  she  had 
so  royally  braved  ;  and,  alas  !  she  had  now  no  courage 
to  confront  it  with.  To  be  thought  the  mistress  of 
that  man  :  perhaps  for  that.  .  .  .  She  closed  her 
eyes  on  agonising  vistas.  Swift  as  thought  she  had 
snatched  a  bright  dagger  from  the  weapons  that 
shone  along  the  wall.  Ay,  she  would  escape.  From 
that  world-wide  theatre  of  nodding  heads  and  buzz- 
ing whisperers,  in  which  she  now  beheld  herself 
unpitiably  martyred,  one  door  stood  open.  At  any 
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cost,  through  any  stress  of  suffering,  that  greasy- 
laughter  should  be  stifled.  She  closed  her  eyes, 
breathed  a  wordless  prayer,  and  pressed  the  weapon 
to  her  bosom. 

At  the  astonishing  sharpness  of  the  prick,  she  gave 
a  cry  and  awoke  to  a  sense  of  undeserved  escape.  A 
little  ruby  spot  of  blood  was  the  reward  of  that  great 
act  of  desperation  ;  but  the  pain  had  braced  her  like 
a  tonic,  and  her  whole  design  of  suicide  had  passed 
away. 

At  the  same  instant  regular  feet  drew  near  along 
the  gallery,  and  she  knew  the  tread  of  the  big  Baron, 
so  often  gladly  welcome,  and  even  now  rallying  her 
spirits  like  a  call  to  battle.  She  concealed  the 
dagger  in  the  folds  of  her  skirt ;  and  drawing  her 
stature  up,  she  stood  firm-footed,  radiant  with  anger, 
waiting  for  the  foe. 

The  Baron  was  announced,  and  entered.  To  him, 
Seraphina  was  a  hated  task  :  like  the  schoolboy  with 
his  Virgil,  he  had  neither  will  nor  leisure  to  remark 
her  beauties  ;  but  when  he  now  beheld  her  standing 
illuminated  by  her  passion,  new  feelings  flashed 
upon  him,  a  frank  admiration,  a  brief  sparkle  of 
desire.  He  noted  both  with  joy  ;  they  were  means. 
'If  I  have  to  play  the  lover,'  thought  he,  for  that 
was  his  constant  pre-occupation,  '  I  believe  I  can  put 
soul  into  it.'  Meanwhile,  with  his  usual  ponderous 
grace,  he  bent  before  the  lady. 

'  I  propose,'  she  said  in  a  strange  voice,  not  known 
to  her  till  then,  '  that  we  release  the  Prince  and  do 
not  prosecute  the  war.' 

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'Ah,  madam,'  he  replied,  ''tis  as  I  knew  it  would 
be !  Your  heart,  I  knew,  would  wound  you  when 
we  came  to  this  distasteful  but  most  necessary  step. 
Ah,  madam,  believe  me,  I  am  not  unworthy  to  be 
your  ally ;  I  know  you  have  qualities  to  which  I  am 
a  stranger,  and  count  them  the  best  weapons  in  the 
armoury  of  our  alliance : — the  girl  in  the  queen — 
pity,  love,  tenderness,  laughter ;  the  smile  that  can 
reward.  I  can  only  command ;  I  am  the  frowner. 
But  you  !  And  you  have  the  fortitude  to  command 
these  comely  weaknesses,  to  tread  them  down  at  the 
call  of  reason.  How  often  have  I  not  admired  it 
even  to  yourself!  Ay,  even  to  yourself,'  he  added 
tenderly,  dwelling,  it  seemed,  in  memory  on  hours 
of  more  private  admiration.     '  But  now,  madam ' 

'But  now,  Herr  von  Gondremark,  the  time  for 
these  declarations  has  gone  by,'  she  cried.  'Are 
you  true  to  me  ?  are  you  false  1  Look  in  your 
heart  and  answer  :  it  is  your  heart  I  want  to  know.' 

'  It  has  come,'  thought  Gondremark.  '  You, 
madam  ! '  he  cried,  starting  back — with  fear,  you 
would  have  said,  and  yet  a  timid  joy.  '  You  !  your- 
self, you  bid  me  look  into  my  heart  ? ' 

'  Do  you  suppose  I  fear  ? '  she  cried,  and  looked 
at  him  with  such  a  heightened  colour,  such  bright 
eyes,  and  a  smile  of  so  abstruse  a  meaning  that  the 
Baron  discarded  his  last  doubt. 

'  Ah,  madam ! '  he  cried,  plumping  on  his  knees. 

'  Seraphina  !     Do  you  permit  me  ?  have  you  divined 

my  secret  ?     It  is  true — I  put  my  life  with  joy  into 

your  power — I  love  you,  love  with    ardour,  as  an 

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equal,  as  a  mistress,  as  a  brother-in-arms,  as  an 
adored,  desired,  sweet-hearted  woman.  O  Bride  ! ' 
he  cried,  waxing  dithyrambic,  'bride  of  my  reason 
and  my  senses,  have  pity,  have  pity  on  my  love  ! ' 

She  heard  him  with  wonder,  rage,  and  then  con- 
tempt. His  words  offended  her  to  sickness;  his 
appearance,  as  he  grovelled  bulkily  upon  the  floor, 
moved  her  to  such  laughter  as  we  laugh  in 
nightmares. 

'O  shame!'  she  cried.  'Absurd  and  odious! 
What  would  the  Countess  say  ? ' 

That  great  Baron  Gondremark,  the  excellent 
politician,  remained  for  some  little  time  upon  his 
knees  in  a  frame  of  mind  which  perhaps  we  are 
allowed  to  pity.  His  vanity,  within  his  iron  bosom, 
bled  and  raved.  If  he  could  have  blotted  all,  if  he 
could  have  withdrawn  part,  if  he  had  not  called  her 
bride — with  a  roaring  in  his  ears,  he  thus  regretfully 
reviewed  his  declaration.  He  got  to  his  feet  totter- 
ing ;  and  then,  in  that  first  moment  when  a  dumb 
agony  finds  a  vent  in  words,  and  the  tongue  betrays 
the  inmost  and  worst  of  a  man,  he  permitted  himself 
a  retort  which,  for  six  weeks  to  follow,  he  was  to 
repent  at  leisure. 

'Ah,'  said  he,  'the  Countess?  Now  I  perceive 
the  reason  of  your  Highness's  disorder. ' 

The  lackey-like  insolence  of  the  words  was  driven 
home  by  a  more  insolent  manner.  There  fell  upon 
Seraphina  one  of  those  storm-clouds  which  had  already 
blackened  upon  her  reason;  she  heard  herself  cry 
out ;  and  when  the  cloud  dispersed,  flung  the  blood- 

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stained  dagger  on  the  floor,  and  saw  Gondremark 
reeling  back  with  open  mouth  and  clapping  his  hand 
upon  the  wound.  The  next  moment,  with  oaths  that 
she  had  never  heard,  he  leaped  at  her  in  savage 
passion ;  clutched  her  as  she  recoiled ;  and  in  the 
very  act,  stumbled  and  drooped.  She  had  scarce 
time  to  fear  his  murderous  onslaught  ere  he  fell 
before  her  feet. 

He  rose  upon  one  elbow ;  she  still  staring  upon 
him,  white  with  horror. 

'  Anna  ! '  he  cried,  '  Anna  !     Help  ! ' 

And  then  his  utterance  failed  him,  and  he  fell 
back,  to  all  appearance  dead. 

Seraphina  ran  to  and  fro  in  the  room  ;  she  wrung 
her  hands  and  cried  aloud  ;  within  she  was  all  one 
uproar  of  terror,  and  conscious  of  no  articulate  wish 
but  to  awake. 

There  came  a  knocking  at  the  door;  and  she 
sprang  to  it  and  held  it,  panting  like  a  beast,  and  with 
the  strength  of  madness  in  her  arms,  till  she  had 
pushed  the  bolt.  At  this  success  a  certain  calm  fell 
upon  her  reason.  She  went  back  and  looked  upon 
her  victim,  the  knocking  growing  louder.  O  yes,  he 
was  dead.  She  had  killed  him.  He  had  called  upon 
von  Rosen  with  his  latest  breath ;  ah  !  who  would 
call  on  Seraphina  ?  She  had  killed  him.  She,  whose 
irresolute  hand  could  scarce  prick  blood  from  her  own 
bosom,  had  found  strength  to  cast  down  that  great 
colossus  at  a  blow. 

All  this  while  the  knocking  was  growing  more 
uproarious  and  more  unlike  the  staid  career  of  life  in 
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such  a  palace.  Scandal  was  at  the  door,  with  what 
a  fatal  following  she  dreaded  to  conceive  ;  and  at  the 
same  time  among  the  voices  that  now  began  to 
summon  her  by  name,  she  recognised  the  Chancellor's. 
He  or  another,  somebody  must  be  the  first. 

*  Is  Herr  von  Greisengesang  without  ?  '  she 
called. 

'  Your  Highness  —  yes  ! '  the  old  gentleman 
answered.  '  We  have  heard  cries,  a  fall.  Is  any- 
thing amiss  ? ' 

'  Nothing,'  replied  Seraphina.  '  I  desire  to  speak 
with  you.  Send  off  the  rest'  She  panted  between 
each  phrase ;  but  her  mind  was  clear.  She  let  the 
looped  curtain  down  upon  both  sides  before  she 
drew  the  bolt ;  and,  thus  secure  from  any  sudden 
eyeshot  from  without,  admitted  the  obsequious 
Chancellor  and  again  made  fast  the  door. 

Greisengesang  clumsily  revolved  among  the  wings 
of  the  curtain ;  so  that  she  was  clear  of  it  as  soon 
as  he. 

*  My  God ! '  he  cried.     '  The  Baron  ! ' 

•'  I  have  killed  him,'  she  said.     '  O,  killed  him  ! ' 
'  Dear  me,'  said  the  old  gentleman,  '  this  is  most 
unprecedented.     Lovers'  quarrels,'  he  added  ruefully, 

'  redintegratio '  and  then  paused.     '  But,  my  dear 

madam,'  he  broke  out  again,  '  in  the  name  of  all  that 
is  practical,  what  are  we  to  do  ?  This  is  exceedingly 
grave ;  morally,  madam,  it  is  appalling.  I  take  the 
liberty,  your  Highness,  for  one  moment,  of  address- 
ing you  as  a  daughter,  a  loved  although  respected 
daughter ;  and  I  must  say  that  I  cannot  conceal  from 

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you  that  this  is  morally  most  questionable.     And, 
O  dear  me,  we  have  a  dead  body  ! ' 

She  had  watched  him  closely  ;  hope  fell  to  con- 
tempt ;  she  drew  away  her  skirts  from  his  weakness, 
and,  in  the  act,  her  own  strength  returned  to  her. 

'  See  if  he  be  dead,'  she  said ;  not  one  word  of 
explanation  or  defence ;  she  had  scorned  to  justify 
herself  before  so  poor  a  creature  :  '  See  if  he  be  dead ' 
was  all. 

With  the  greatest  compunction  the  Chancellor 
drew  near;  and  as  he  did  so  the  wounded  Baron 
rolled  his  eyes. 

'  He  lives,'  cried  the  old  courtier,  turning  effusively 
to  Seraphina.     '  Madam,  he  still  lives.' 

'  Help  him,  then,'  returned  the  Princess,  standing 
fixed.     '  Bind  up  his  wound.' 

'Madam,  I  have  no  means,'  protested  the  Chan- 
cellor. 

'  Can  you  not  take  your  handkerchief,  your  neck- 
cloth, anything  ? '  she  cried  ;  and  at  the  same  moment, 
from  her  light  muslin  gown  she  rent  off  a  flounce  and 
tossed  it  on  the  floor.  '  Take  that,'  she  said,  and  for 
the  first  time  directly  faced  Greisengesang. 

But  the  Chancellor  held  up  his  hands  and  turned 
away  his  head  in  agony.  The  grasp  of  the  falling 
Baron  had  torn  down  the  dainty  fabric  of  the  bodice  ; 
and — '  O  Highness  ! '  cried  Greisengesang,  appalled, 
'  the  terrible  disorder  of  your  toilette  ! ' 

'  Take  up  that  flounce,'  she  said ;  '  the  man  may 
die.' 

Greisengesang  turned  in  a  flutter  to  the  Baron,  and 
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attempted  some  innocent  and  bungling  measures. 
*  He  still  breathes,'  he  kept  saying.  '  All  is  not  yet 
over  ;  he  is  not  yet  gone.' 

*  And  now,'  said  she,  '  if  that  is  all  you  can  do, 
begone  and  get  some  porters ;  he  must  instantly  go 
home.' 

'Madam,'  cried  the  Chancellor,  'if  this  most 
melancholy  sight  were  seen  in  town — O  dear,  the 
State  would  fall ! '  he  piped. 

'  There  is  a  litter  in  the  Palace,'  she  replied.  •  It 
is  your  part  to  see  him  safe.  I  lay  commands  upon 
you.     On  your  life  it  stands.' 

'  I  see  it,  dear  Highness,'  he  jerked.  '  Clearly  I  see 
it.  But  how  ?  what  men  ?  The  Prince's  servants — 
yes.  They  had  a  personal  affection.  They  will  be 
true,  if  any.' 

*  O,  not  them  ! '  she  cried.  «  Take  Sabra,  my  own 
man.' 

'  Sabra  !  The  grand-mason  ?  '  returned  the  Chan- 
cellor, aghast.  '  If  he  but  saw  this,  he  would  sound 
the  tocsin — we  should  all  be  butchered.' 

She  measured  the  depth  of  her  abasement  steadily. 
'  Take  whom  you  must,'  she  said,  '  and  bring  the  litter 
here. ' 

Once  she  was  alone  she  ran  to  the  Baron,  and 
with  a  sickening  heart  sought  to  allay  the  flux  of 
blood.  The  touch  of  the  skin  of  that  great  char- 
latan revolted  her  to  the  toes ;  the  wound,  in  her 
ignorant  eyes,  looked  deathly ;  yet  she  contended 
with  her  shuddering,  and,  with  more  skill  at  least 
than  the  Chancellor's,  staunched  the  welling  injury. 

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An  eye  unprejudiced  with  hate  would  have  admired 
the  Baron  in  his  swoon  ;  he  looked  so  great  and 
shapely ;  it  was  so  powerful  a  machine  that  lay 
arrested ;  and  his  features,  cleared  for  the  moment 
both  of  temper  and  dissimulation,  were  seen  to  be  so 
purely  modelled.  But  it  was  not  thus  with  Seraphina. 
Her  victim,  as  he  lay  outspread,  twitching  a  little,  his 
big  chest  unbared,  fixed  her  with  his  ugliness ;  and 
her  mind  flitted  for  a  glimpse  to  Otto. 

Rumours  began  to  sound  about  the  Palace  of  feet 
running  and  of  voices  raised  ;  the  echoes  of  the  great 
arched  staircase  were  voluble  of  some  confusion  ;  and 
then  the  gallery  jarred  with  a  quick  and  heavy  tramp. 
It  was  the  Chancellor,  followed  by  four  of  Otto's 
valets  and  a  litter.  The  servants,  when  they  were 
admitted,  stared  at  the  dishevelled  Princess  and  the 
wounded  man  ;  speech  was  denied  them,  but  their 
thoughts  were  riddled  with  profanity.  Gondremark 
was  bundled  in ;  the  curtains  of  the  litter  were 
lowered  ;  the  bearers  carried  it  forth,  and  the  Chan- 
cellor followed  behind  with  a  white  face. 

Seraphina  ran  to  the  window.  Pressing  her  face 
upon  the  pane,  she  could  see  the  terrace,  where  the 
lights  contended  ;  thence,  the  avenue  of  lamps  that 
joined  the  Palace  and  town  ;  and  overhead  the  hollow 
night  and  the  larger  stars.  Presently  the  small  pro- 
cession issued  from  the  Palace,  crossed  the  parade,  and 
began  to  thread  the  glittering  alley  :  the  swinging 
couch  with  its  four  porters,  the  much-pondering 
Chancellor  behind.  She  watched  them  dwindle  with 
strange  thoughts  :  her  eyes  fixed  upon  the  scene,  her 
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mind  still  glancing  right  and  left  on  the  overthrow  of 
her  life  and  hopes.  There  was  no  one  left  in  whom 
she  might  confide  ;  none  whose  hand  was  friendly,  or 
on  whom  she  dared  to  reckon  for  the  barest  loyalty. 
With  the  fall  of  Gondremark,  her  party,  her  brief 
popularity,  had  fallen.  So  she  sat  crouched  upon  the 
window-seat,  her  brow  to  the  cool  pane  ;  her  dress  in 
tatters,  barely  shielding  her  ;  her  mind  revolving  bitter 
thoughts. 

Meanwhile,  consequences  were  fast  mounting ;  and 
in  the  deceptive  quiet  of  the  night  downfall  and  red 
revolt  were  brewing.  The  litter  had  passed  forth 
between  the  iron  gates  and  entered  on  the  streets  of 
the  town.  By  what  flying  panic,  by  what  thrill  of 
air  communicated,  who  shall  say  ?  but  the  passing 
bustle  in  the  Palace  had  already  reached  and  re- 
echoed in  the  region  of  the  burghers.  Rumour, 
with  her  loud  whisper,  hissed  about  the  town ;  men 
left  their  homes  without  knowing  why  ;  knots  formed 
along  the  boulevard ;  under  the  rare  lamps  and  the 
great  limes  the  crowd  grew  blacker. 

And  now  through  the  midst  of  that  expectant 
company,  the  unusual  sight  of  a  closed  litter  was 
observed  approaching,  and  trotting  hard  behind  it 
that  great  dignitary  Cancellarius  Greisengesang. 
Silence  looked  on  as  it  went  by  ;  and  as  soon  as  it 
was  passed,  the  whispering  seethed  over  like  a  boiling 
pot.  The  knots  were  sundered  ;  and  gradually,  one 
following  another,  the  whole  mob  began  to  form  into 
a  procession  and  escort  the  curtained  litter.  Soon 
spokesmen,  a  little  bolder  than  their  mates,  began  to 

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ply  the  Chancellor  with  questions.  Never  had  he 
more  need  of  that  great  art  of  falsehood,  by  whose 
exercise  he  had  so  richly  lived.  And  yet  now  he 
stumbled,  the  master  passion,  fear,  betraying  him. 
He  was  pressed ;  he  became  incoherent ;  and  then 
from  the  jolting  litter  came  a  groan.  In  the  instant 
hubbub  and  the  gathering  of  the  crowd  as  to  a  natural 
signal,  the  clear-eyed  quavering  Chancellor  heard  the 
catch  of  the  clock  before  it  strikes  the  hour  of  doom  ; 
and  for  ten  seconds  he  forgot  himself.  This  shall 
atone  for  many  sins.  He  plucked  a  bearer  by  the 
sleeve.  'Bid  the  Princess  flee.  All  is  lost,'  he 
whispered.  And  the  next  moment  he  was  babbling 
for  his  life  among  the  multitude. 

Five  minutes  later  the  wild-eyed  servant  burst 
into  the  armoury.  '  All  is  lost  ! '  he  cried.  « The 
Chancellor  bids  you  flee.'  And  at  the  same  time, 
looking  through  the  window,  Seraphina  saw  the  black 
rush  of  the  populace  begin  to  invade  the  lamplit 
avenue. 

'  Thank  you,  Georg,'  she  said.  '  I  thank  you. 
Go.'  And  as  the  man  still  lingered,  '  I  bid  you  go,' 
she  added.     '  Save  yourself. ' 

Down  by  the  private  passage,  and  just  some  two 
hours  later,  Amalia  Seraphina,  the  last  Princess,  fol- 
lowed Otto  Johann  Friedrich,  the  last  Prince  of 
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CHAPTER   I 

PRINCESS    CINDERELLA 

The  porter,  drawn  by  the  growing  turmoil,  had 
vanished  from  the  postern,  and  the  door  stood  open 
on  the  darkness  of  the  night.  As  Seraphina  fled  up 
the  terraces,  the  cries  and  loud  footing  of  the  mob 
drew  nearer  the  doomed  palace ;  the  rush  was  like 
the  rush  of  cavalry ;  the  sound  of  shattering  lamps 
tingled  above  the  rest;  and,  overtowering  all,  she 
heard  her  own  name  bandied  among  the  shouters. 
A  bugle  sounded  at  the  door  of  the  guard-room ; 
one  gun  was  fired ;  and  then,  with  the  yell  of  hun- 
dreds, Mittwalden  Palace  was  carried  at  a  rush. 

Sped  by  these  dire  sounds  and  voices,  the  Princess 
scaled  the  long  garden,  skimming  like  a  bird  the 
starlit  stairways ;  crossed  the  Park,  which  was  in 
that  place  narrow ;  and  plunged  upon  the  farther 
side  into  the  rude  shelter  of  the  forest.  So,  at  a 
bound,  she  left  the  discretion  and  the  cheerful  lamps 
of  Palace  evenings ;  ceased  utterly  to  be  a  sovereign 
lady ;  and,  falling  from  the  whole  height  of  civilisa- 
tion, ran  forth  into  the  woods,  a  ragged  Cinderella, 
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She  went  direct  before  her  through  an  open  tract 
of  the  forest,  full  of  brush  and  birches,  and  where 
the  starlight  guided  her;  and,  beyond  that  again, 
must  thread  the  columned  blackness  of  a  pine  grove 
joining  overhead  the  thatch  of  its  long  branches. 
At  that  hour  the  place  was  breathless ;  a  horror  of 
night  like  a  presence  occupied  that  dungeon  of  the 
wood ;  and  she  went  groping,  knocking  against  the 
boles — her  ear,  betweenwhiles,  strained  to  aching 
and  yet  unrewarded. 

But  the  slope  of  the  ground  was  upward,  and 
encouraged  her ;  and  presently  she  issued  on  a  rocky 
hill  that  stood  forth  above  the  sea  of  forest.  All 
around  were  other  hill-tops,  big  and  little  ;  sable  vales 
of  forest  between ;  overhead  the  open  heaven  and 
the  brilliancy  of  countless  stars ;  and  along  the 
western  sky  the  dim  forms  of  mountains.  The 
glory  of  the  great  night  laid  hold  upon  her ;  her 
eyes  shone  with  stars ;  she  dipped  her  sight  into  the 
coolness  and  brightness  of  the  sky,  as  she  might 
have  dipped  her  wrist  into  a  spring ;  and  her  heart, 
at  that  ethereal  shock,  began  to  move  more  soberly. 
The  sun  that  sails  overhead,  ploughing  into  gold  the 
fields  of  daylight  azure  and  uttering  the  signal  to 
man's  myriads,  has  no  word  apart  for  man  the  in- 
dividual; and  the  moon,  like  a  violin,  only  praises 
and  laments  our  private  destiny.  The  stars  alone, 
cheerful  whisperers,  confer  quietly  with  each  of  us 
like  friends ;  they  give  ear  to  our  sorrows  smilingly, 
like  wise  old  men,  rich  in  tolerance;  and  by  their 
double  scale,  so  small  to  the  eye,  so  vast  to  the 
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imagination,  they  keep  before  the  mind  the  double 
character  of  man's  nature  and  fate. 

There  sat  the  Princess,  beautifully  looking  upon 
beauty,  in  council  with  these  glad  advisers.  Bright 
like  pictures,  clear  like  a  voice  in  the  porches  of  her 
ear,  memory  re-enacted  the  tumult  of  the  evening : 
the  Countess  and  the  dancing  fan,  the  big  Baron  on 
his  knees,  the  blood  on  the  polished  floor,  the  knock- 
ing, the  swing  of  the  litter  down  the  avenue  of  lamps, 
the  messenger,  the  cries  of  the  charging  mob ;  and 
yet  all  were  far  away  and  phantasmal,  and  she  was 
still  healingly  conscious  of  the  peace  and  glory  of  the 
night.  She  looked  towards  Mittwalden  ;  and  above 
the  hill-top,  which  already  hid  it  from  her  view,  a 
throbbing  redness  hinted  of  fire.  Better  so :  better 
so,  that  she  should  fall  with  tragic  greatness,  lit  by  a 
blazing  palace !  She  felt  not  a  trace  of  pity  for 
Gondremark  or  of  concern  for  Griinewald :  that 
period  of  her  life  was  closed  for  ever,  a  wrench 
of  wounded  vanity  alone  surviving.  She  had  but 
one  clear  idea :  to  flee ;— and  another,  obscure  and 
half-rejected,  although  still  obeyed :  to  flee  in  the 
direction  of  the  Felsenburg.  She  had  a  duty  to  per- 
form, she  must  free  Otto — so  her  mind  said,  very 
coldly ;  but  her  heart  embraced  the  notion  of  that 
duty  even  with  ardour,  and  her  hands  began  to  yearn 
for  the  grasp  of  kindness. 

She  rose,  with  a  start  of  recollection,  and  plunged 
down  the  slope  into  the  covert.  The  woods  received 
and  closed  upon  her.  Once  more,  she  wandered  and 
hasted  in  a  blot,  uncheered,  unpiloted.     Here  and 

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there,  indeed,  through  rents  in  the  wood-roof,  a 
glimmer  attracted  her ;  here  and  there  a  tree  stood 
out  among  its  neighbours  by  some  force  of  outline ; 
here  and  there  a  brushing  among  the  leaves,  a 
notable  blackness,  a  dim  shine,  relieved,  only  to 
exaggerate,  the  solid  oppression  of  the  night  and 
silence.  And  betweenwhiles,  the  unfeatured  dark- 
ness would  redouble  and  the  whole  ear  of  night 
appear  to  be  gloating  on  her  steps.  Now  she  would 
stand  still,  and  the  silence  would  grow  and  grow,  till 
it  weighed  upon  her  breathing ;  and  then  she  would 
address  herself  again  to  run,  stumbling,  falling,  and 
still  hurrying  the  more.  And  presently  the  whole 
wood  rocked  and  began  to  run  along  with  her.  The 
noise  of  her  own  mad  passage  through  the  silence 
spread  and  echoed,  and  filled  the  night  with  terror. 
Panic  hunted  her :  Panic  from  the  trees  reached 
forth  with  clutching  branches ;  the  darkness  was  lit 
up  and  peopled  with  strange  forms  and  faces.  She 
strangled  and  fled  before  her  fears.  And  yet  in  the 
last  fortress,  reason,  blown  upon  by  these  gusts  of 
terror,  still  shone  with  a  troubled  light.  She  knew, 
yet  could  not  act  upon  her  knowledge ;  she  knew 
that  she  must  stop,  and  yet  she  still  ran. 

She  was  already  near  madness,  when  she  broke 
suddenly  into  a  narrow  clearing.  At  the  same  time 
the  din  grew  louder,  and  she  became  conscious  of 
vague  forms  and  fields  of  whiteness.  And  with  that 
the  earth  gave  way  ;  she  fell  and  found  her  feet  again 
with  an  incredible  shock  to  her  senses,  and  her  mind 
was  swallowed  up. 
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When  she  came  again  to  herself  she  was  standing 
to  the  mid-leg  in  an  icy  eddy  of  a  brook,  and  leaning 
with  one  hand  on  the  rock  from  which  it  poured. 
The  spray  had  wet  her  hair.  She  saw  the  white 
cascade,  the  stars  wavering  in  the  shaken  pool,  foam 
flitting,  and  high  overhead  the  tall  pines  on  either 
hand  serenely  drinking  starshine ;  and  in  the  sudden 
quiet  of  her  spirit  she  heard  with  joy  the  firm 
plunge  of  the  cataract  in  the  pool.  She  scrambled 
forth  dripping.  In  the  face  of  her  proved  weakness, 
to  adventure  again  upon  the  horror  of  blackness  in 
the  groves  were  a  suicide  of  life  or  reason.  But 
here,  in  the  alley  of  the  brook,  with  the  kind  stars 
above  her,  and  the  moon  presently  swimming  into 
sight,  she  could  await  the  coming  of  day  without 
alarm. 

This  lane  of  pine-trees  ran  very  rapidly  down  hill 
and  wound  among  the  woods ;  but  it  was  a  wider 
thoroughfare  than  the  brook  needed,  and  here  and 
there  were  little  dimpling  lawns  and  coves  of  the 
forest,  where  the  starshine  slumbered.  Such  a  lawn 
she  paced,  taking  patience  bravely ;  and  now  she 
looked  up  the  hill  and  saw  the  brook  coming  down 
to  her  in  a  series  of  cascades ;  and  now  approached 
the  margin,  where  it  welled  among  the  rushes 
silently;  and  now  gazed  at  the  great  company  of 
heaven  with  an  enduring  wonder.  The  early  even- 
ing had  fallen  chill,  but  the  night  was  now  tem- 
perate ;  out  of  the  recesses  of  the  wood  there  came 
mild  airs  as  from  a  deep  and  peaceful  breathing ; 
and  the  dew  was  heavy  on  the  grass  and  the  tight- 

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shut  daisies.  This  was  the  girl's  first  night  under 
the  naked  heaven ;  and  now  that  her  fears  were 
overpast,  she  was  touched  to  the  soul  by  its  serene 
amenity  and  peace.  Kindly  the  host  of  heaven 
blinked  down  upon  that  wandering  Princess ;  and 
the  honest  brook  had  no  words  but  to  encourage 
her. 

At  last  she  began  to  be  aware  of  a  wonderful 
revolution,  compared  to  which  the  fire  of  Mitt- 
walden  Palace  was  but  the  crack  and  flash  of  a 
percussion-cap.  The  countenance  with  which  the 
pines  regarded  her  began  insensibly  to  change ;  the 
grass  too,  short  as  it  was,  and  the  whole  winding 
staircase  of  the  brook's  course,  began  to  wear  a 
solemn  freshness  of  appearance.  And  this  slow 
transfiguration  reached  her  heart,  and  played  upon 
it,  and  transpierced  it  with  a  serious  thrill.  She 
looked  all  about ;  the  whole  face  of  nature  looked 
back,  brimful  of  meaning,  finger  on  lip,  leaking  its 
glad  secret.  She  looked  up.  Heaven  was  almost 
emptied  of  stars.  Such  as  still  lingered  shone  with 
a  changed  and  waning  brightness,  and  began  to  faint 
in  their  stations.  And  the  colour  of  the  sky  itself 
was  the  most  wonderful ;  for  the  rich  blue  of  the 
night  had  now  melted  and  softened  and  brightened  ; 
and  there  had  succeeded  in  its  place  a  hue  that  has 
no  name,  and  that  is  never  seen  but  as  the  herald 
of  morning.  '  O  ! '  she  cried,  joy  catching  at  her 
voice,  '  O  !  it  is  the  dawn  ! ' 

In  a  breath  she  passed  over  the  brook,  and  looped 
up  her  skirts  and  fairly  ran  in  the  dim  alleys.  As 
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she  ran,  her  ears  were  aware  of  many  pipings,  more 
beautiful  than  music ;  in  the  small  dish-shaped 
houses  in  the  fork  of  giant  arms,  where  they  had 
lain  all  night,  lover  by  lover,  warmly  pressed,  the 
bright-eyed,  big-hearted  singers  began  to  awaken 
for  the  day.  Her  heart  melted  and  flowed  forth 
to  them  in  kindness.  And  they,  from  their  small 
and  high  perches  in  the  clerestories  of  the  wood 
cathedral,  peered  down  sidelong  at  the  ragged  Prin- 
cess as  she  flitted  below  them  on  the  carpet  of  the 
moss  and  tassel. 

Soon  she  had  struggled  to  a  certain  hill- top,  and 
saw  far  before  her  the  silent  inflooding  of  the  day. 
Out  of  the  East  it  welled  and  whitened ;  the  dark- 
ness trembled  into  light;  and  the  stars  were  ex- 
tinguished like  the  street-lamps  of  a  human  city. 
The  whiteness  brightened  into  silver,  the  silver 
warmed  into  gold,  the  gold  kindled  into  pure  and 
living  fire;  and  the  face  of  the  East  was  barred 
with  elemental  scarlet.  The  day  drew  its  first  long 
breath,  steady  and  chill;  and  for  leagues  around 
the  woods  sighed  and  shivered.  And  then,  at  one 
bound,  the  sun  had  floated  up  ;  and  her  startled 
eyes  received  day's  first  arrow,  and  quailed  under 
the  buffet.  On  every  side,  the  shadows  leaped  from 
their  ambush  and  fell  prone.  The  day  was  come, 
plain  and  garish  ;  and  up  the  steep  and  solitary 
eastern  heaven,  the  sun,  victorious  over  his  com- 
petitors, continued  slowly  and  royally  to  mount. 

Seraphina  drooped  for  a  little,  leaning  on  a  pine, 
the  shrill  joy  of  the  woodlands  mocking  her.     The 

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shelter  of  the  night,  the  thrilling  and  joyous  changes 
of  the  dawn,  were  over  ;  and  now,  in  the  hot  eye  of 
the  day,  she  turned  uneasily  and  looked  sighingly 
about  her.  Some  way  off  among  the  lower  woods 
a  pillar  of  smoke  was  mounting  and  melting  in  the 
gold  and  blue.  There,  surely  enough,  were  human 
folk,  the  hearth-surrounders.  Man's  fingers  had  laid 
the  twigs ;  it  was  man's  breath  that  had  quickened 
and  encouraged  the  baby  flames ;  and  now,  as  the 
fire  caught,  it  would  be  playing  ruddily  on  the  face 
of  its  creator.  At  the  thought,  she  felt  a-cold  and 
little  and  lost  in  that  great  out-of-doors.  The 
electric  shock  of  the  young  sunbeams  and  the  un- 
human  beauty  of  the  woods  began  to  irk  and  daunt 
her.  The  covert  of  the  house,  the  decent  privacy  of 
rooms,  the  swept  and  regulated  fire,  all  that  denotes 
or  beautifies  the  home  life  of  man,  began  to  draw 
her  as  with  cords.  The  pillar  of  smoke  was  now 
risen  into  some  stream  of  moving  air ;  it  began  to 
lean  out  sideways  in  a  pennon ;  and  thereupon,  as 
though  the  change  had  been  a  summons,  Seraphina 
plunged  once  more  into  the  labyrinth  of  the  wood. 

She  left  day  upon  the  high  ground.  In  the  lower 
groves  there  still  lingered  the  blue  early  twilight  and 
the  seizing  freshness  of  the  dew.  But  here  and 
there,  above  this  field  of  shadow,  the  head  of  a  great 
outspread  pine  was  already  glorious  with  day ;  and 
here  and  there,  through  the  breaches  of  the  hills,  the 
sunbeams  made  a  great  and  luminous  entry.  Here 
Seraphina  hastened  along  forest  paths.  She  had  lost 
sight  of  the  pilot  smoke,  which  blew  another  way, 
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and  conducted  herself  in  that  great  wilderness  by 
the  direction  of  the  sun.  But  presently  fresh  signs 
bespoke  the  neighbourhood  of  man ;  felled  trunks, 
white  slivers  from  the  axe,  bundles  of  green  boughs, 
and  stacks  of  firewood.  These  guided  her  forward  ; 
until  she  came  forth  at  last  upon  the  clearing  whence 
the  smoke  arose.  A  hut  stood  in  the  clear  shadow, 
hard  by  a  brook  which  made  a  series  of  inconsider- 
able falls ;  and  on  the  threshold  the  Princess  saw 
a  sun-burnt  and  hard-featured  woodman,  standing 
with  his  hands  behind  his  back  and  gazing  sky- 
ward. 

She  went  to  him  directly :  a  beautiful,  bright- 
eyed,  and  haggard  vision ;  splendidly  arrayed  and 
pitifully  tattered ;  the  diamond  ear-drops  still  glit- 
tering in  her  ears ;  and  with  the  movement  of 
her  coining,  one  small  breast  showing  and  hiding 
among  the  ragged  covert  of  the  laces.  At  that 
ambiguous  hour,  and  coming  as  she  did  from  the 
great  silence  of  the  forest,  the  man  drew  back  from 
the  Princess  as  from  something  elfin. 

'  I  am  cold,'  she  said,  '  and  weary.  Let  me  rest 
beside  your  fire.' 

The  woodman  was  visibly  commoved,  but  answered 
nothing. 

'  I  will  pay,'  she  said,  and  then  repented  of  the 
words,  catching  perhaps  a  spark  of  terror  from  his 
frightened  eyes.  But,  as  usual,  her  courage  re- 
kindled brighter  for  the  check.  She  put  him  from 
the  door  and  entered ;  and  he  followed  her  in  super- 
stitious wonder. 

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Within,  the  hut  was  rough  and  dark ;  but  on  the 
stone  that  served  as  hearth,  twigs  and  a  few  dry 
branches  burned  with  the  brisk  sounds  and  all  the 
variable  beauty  of  fire.  The  very  sight  of  it  com- 
posed her ;  she  crouched  hard  by  on  the  earth  floor 
and  shivered  in  the  glow,  and  looked  upon  the 
eating  blaze  with  admiration.  The  woodman  was 
still  staring  at  his  guest ;  at  the  wreck  of  the  rich 
dress,  the  bare  arms,  the  bedraggled  laces  and  the 
gems.     He  found  no  word  to  utter. 

'  Give  me  food,'  said  she, — *  here,  by  the  fire.' 

He  set  down  a  pitcher  of  coarse  wine,  bread, 
a  piece  of  cheese,  and  a  handful  of  raw  onions. 
The  bread  was  hard  and  sour,  the  cheese  like 
leather;  even  the  onion,  which  ranks  with  the 
truffle  and  the  nectarine  in  the  chief  place  of 
honour  of  earth's  fruits,  is  not  perhaps  a  dish  for 
princesses  when  raw.  But  she  ate,  if  not  with 
appetite,  with  courage ;  and  when  she  had  eaten, 
did  not  disdain  the  pitcher.  In  all  her  life  before, 
she  had  not  tasted  of  gross  food  nor  drunk  after 
another ;  but  a  brave  woman  far  more  readily 
accepts  a  change  of  circumstances  than  the  bravest 
man.  All  that  while,  the  woodman  continued  to 
observe  her  furtively,  many  low  thoughts  of  fear 
and  greed  contending  in  his  eyes.  She  read  them 
clearly,  and  she  knew  she  must  be  gone. 

Presently  she  arose  and  offered  him  a  florin. 

'  Will  that  repay  you  ? '  she  asked. 

But  here  the  man  found  his  tongue.      'I  must 
have  more  than  that,'  said  he. 
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'  It  is  all  I  have  to  give  you,'  she  returned,  and 
passed  him  by  serenely. 

Yet  her  heart  trembled,  for  she  saw  his  hand 
stretched  forth  as  if  to  arrest  her,  and  his  unsteady 
eyes  wandering  to  his  axe.  A  beaten  path  led  west- 
ward from  the  clearing,  and  she  swiftly  followed  it 
She  did  not  glance  behind  her.  But  as  soon  as  the 
least  turning  of  the  path  had  concealed  her  from  the 
woodman's  eyes,  she  slipped  among  the  trees  and 
ran  till  she  deemed  herself  in  safety. 

By  this  time  the  strong  sunshine  pierced  in  a 
thousand  places  the  pine-thatch  of  the  forest,  fired 
the  red  boles,  irradiated  the  cool  aisles  of  shadow, 
and  burned  in  jewels  on  the  grass.  The  gum  of 
these  trees  was  dearer  to  the  senses  than  the  gums 
of  Araby ;  each  pine,  in  the  lusty  morning  sunlight, 
burned  its  own  wood-incense ;  and  now  and  then  a 
breeze  would  rise  and  toss  these  rooted  censers,  and 
send  shade  and  sun-gem  flitting,  swift  as  swallows, 
thick  as  bees ;  and  wake  a  brushing  bustle  of  sounds 
that  murmured  and  went  by. 

On  she  passed,  and  up  and  down,  in  sun  and 
shadow ;  now  aloft  on  the  bare  ridge  among  the 
rocks  and  birches,  with  the  lizards  and  the  snakes ; 
and  anon  in  the  deep  grove  among  sunless  pillars. 
Now  she  followed  wandering  wood-paths,  in  the 
maze  of  valleys ;  and  again,  from  a  hill- top,  beheld 
the  distant  mountains  and  the  great  birds  circling 
under  the  sky.  She  would  see  afar  off  a  nestling 
hamlet,  and  go  round  to  avoid  it.  Below,  she  traced 
the  course  of  the  foam  of  mountain  torrents.    Nearer 

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hand,  she  saw  where  the  tender  springs  welled  up  in 
silence,  or  oozed  in  green  moss ;  or  in  the  more 
favoured  hollows  a  whole  family  of  infant  rivers 
would  combine,  and  tinkle  in  the  stones,  and  lie  in 
pools  to  be  a  bathing-place  for  sparrows,  or  fall  from 
the  sheer  rock  in  rods  of  crystal.  Upon  all  these 
things,  as  she  still  sped  along  in  the  bright  air,  she 
looked  with  a  rapture  of  surprise  and  a  joyful  faint- 
ing of  the  heart ;  they  seemed  so  novel,  they  touched 
so  strangely  home,  they  were  so  hued  and  scented, 
they  were  so  beset  and  canopied  by  the  dome  of  the 
blue  air  of  heaven. 

At  length,  when  she  was  well  weary,  she  came 
upon  a  wide  and  shallow  pool.  Stones  stood  in  it, 
like  islands ;  bulrushes  fringed  the  coast ;  the  floor 
was  paved  with  the  pine  needles ;  and  the  pines 
themselves,  whose  roots  made  promontories,  looked 
down  silently  on  their  green  images.  She  crept  to 
the  margin  and  beheld  herself  with  wonder,  a  hollow 
and  bright-eyed  phantom,  in  the  ruins  of  her  palace 
robe.  The  breeze  now  shook  her  image ;  now  it 
would  be  marred  with  flies  ;  and  at  that  she  smiled  ; 
and  from  the  fading  circles,  her  counterpart  smiled 
back  to  her  and  looked  kind.  She  sat  long  in  the 
warm  sun,  and  pitied  her  bare  arms  that  were  all 
bruised  and  marred  with  falling,  and  marvelled  to 
see  that  she  was  dirty,  and  could  not  grow  to  believe 
that  she  had  gone  so  long  in  such  a  strange  disorder. 

Then,  with  a  sigh,  she  addressed  herself  to  make  a 
toilet  by  that  forest  mirror,  washed  herself  pure  from 
all  the  stains  of  her  adventure,  took  off  her  jewels 
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and  wrapped  them  in  her  handkerchief,  re-arranged 
the  tatters  of  her  dress,  and  took  down  the  folds  of 
her  hair.  She  shook  it  round  her  face,  and  the  pool 
repeated  her  thus  veiled.  Her  hair  had  smelt  like 
violets,  she  remembered  Otto  saying ;  and  so  now 
she  tried  to  smell  it,  and  then  shook  her  head,  and 
laughed  a  little,  sadly,  to  herself. 

The  laugh  was  returned  upon  her  in  a  childish 
echo.  She  looked  up ;  and  lo !  two  children  look- 
ing on, — a  small  girl  and  a  yet  smaller  boy,  standing, 
like  playthings,  by  the  pool,  below  a  spreading  pine. 
Seraphina  was  not  fond  of  children,  and  now  she 
was  startled  to  the  heart. 

'  Who  are  you  ? '  she  cried  hoarsely. 

The  mites  huddled  together  and  drew  back ;  and 
Seraphina's  heart  reproached  her  that  she  should 
have  frightened  things  so  quaint  and  little,  and  yet 
alive  with  senses.  She  thought  upon  the  birds  and 
looked  again  at  her  two  visitors  ;  so  little  larger  and 
so  far  more  innocent.  On  their  clear  faces,  as  in  a 
pool,  she  saw  the  reflection  of  their  fears.  With 
gracious  purpose  she  arose. 

'Come,'  she  said,  'do  not  be  afraid  of  me,'  and 
took  a  step  towards  them. 

But  alas  !  at  the  first  moment  the  two  poor  babes 
in  the  wood  turned  and  ran  helter-skelter  from  the 
Princess. 

The  most  desolate  pang  was  struck  into  the  girl's 
heart.  Here  she  was,  twenty-two — soon  twenty- 
three — and  not  a  creature  loved  her ;  none  but 
Otto  ;   and  would  even  he  forgive  ?     If  she  began 

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weeping  in  these  woods  alone,  it  would  mean  death 
or  madness.  Hastily  she  trod  the  thoughts  out  like 
a  burning  paper;  hastily  rolled  up  her  locks,  and 
with  terror  dogging  her,  and  her  whole  bosom  sick 
with  grief,  resumed  her  journey. 

Past  ten  in  the  forenoon,  she  struck  a  high-road, 
marching  in  that  place  uphill  between  two  stately 
groves,  a  river  of  sunlight;  and  here,  dead  weary, 
careless  of  consequences,  and  taking  some  courage 
from  the  human  and  civilised  neighbourhood  of  the 
road,  she  stretched  herself  on  the  green  margin  in 
the  shadow  of  a  tree.  Sleep  closed  on  her,  at  first 
with  a  horror  of  fainting,  but  when  she  ceased  to 
struggle,  kindly  embracing  her.  So  she  was  taken 
home  for  a  little,  from  all  her  toils  and  sorrows,  to 
her  Father's  arms.  And  there  in  the  meanwhile  her 
body  lay  exposed  by  the  highwayside,  in  tattered 
finery ;  and  on  either  hand  from  the  woods  the 
birds  came  flying  by  and  calling  upon  others,  and 
debated  in  their  own  tongue  this  strange  appear- 
ance. 

The  sun  pursued  his  journey ;  the  shadow  flitted 
from  her  feet,  shrank  higher  and  higher,  and  was 
upon  the  point  of  leaving  her  altogether,  when  the 
rumble  of  a  coach  was  signalled  to  and  fro  by 
the  birds.  The  road  in  that  part  was  very  steep  ;  the 
rumble  drew  near  with  great  deliberation ;  and  ten 
minutes  passed  before  a  gentleman  appeared,  walk- 
ing with  a  sober  elderly  gait  upon  the  grassy  margin 
of  the  highway,  and  looking  pleasantly  around  him 
as  he  walked.     From  time  to  time  he  paused,  took 

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out  his  note-book  and  made  an  entry  with  a  pencil ; 
and  any  spy  who  had  been  near  enough  would  have 
heard  him  mumbling  words  as  though  he  were  a  poet 
testing  verses.  The  voice  of  the  wheels  was  still 
faint,  and  it  was  plain  the  traveller  had  far  out- 
stripped his  carriage. 

He  had  drawn  very  near  to  where  the  Princess  lay 
asleep,  before  his  eye  alighted  on  her;  but  when 
it  did  he  started,  pocketed  his  note-book,  and 
approached.  There  was  a  milestone  close  to  where 
she  lay ;  and  he  sat  down  on  that  and  coolly  studied 
her.  She  lay  upon  one  side,  all  curled  and  sunken, 
her  brow  on  one  bare  arm,  the  other  stretched  out, 
limp  and  dimpled.  Her  young  body,  like  a  thing 
thrown  down,  had  scarce  a  mark  of  life.  Her  breath- 
ing stirred  her  not.  The  deadliest  fatigue  was  thus 
confessed  in  every  language  of  the  sleeping  flesh. 
The  traveller  smiled  grimly.  As  though  he  had 
looked  upon  a  statue,  he  made  a  grudging  inventory 
of  her  charms  :  the  figure  in  that  touching  freedom 
of  forgetfulness  surprised  him  ;  the  flush  of  slumber 
became  her  like  a  flower. 

'  Upon  my  word,'  he  thought, '  I  did  not  think  the 
girl  could  be  so  pretty.  And  to  think,'  he  added, 
*  that  I  am  under  obligation  not  to  use  one  word  of 
this  ! ' 

He  put  forth  his  stick  and  touched  her ;  and  at 
that  she  awoke,  sat  up  with  a  cry,  and  looked  upon 
him  wildly. 

*  I  trust  your  Highness  has  slept  well,'  he  said, 
nodding. 

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But  she  only  uttered  sounds. 

'  Compose  yourself,'  said  he,  giving  her  certainly  a 
brave  example  in  his  own  demeanour.  •  My  chaise 
is  close  at  hand ;  and  I  shall  have,  I  trust,  the 
singular  entertainment  of  abducting  a  sovereign 
Princess.' 

'  Sir  John  ! '  she  said  at  last. 

'  At  your  Higlmess's  disposal,'  he  replied. 

She  sprang  to  her  feet.  '  O,'  she  cried,  'have  you 
come  from  Mittwalden  ? ' 

'  This  morning,'  he  returned,  '  I  left  it ;  and  if 
there  is  any  one  less  likely  to  return  to  it  than 
yourself,  behold  him  ! ' 

'  The  Baron '  she  began,  and  paused. 

'Madam,'  he  answered,  'it  was  well  meant,  and 
you  are  quite  a  Judith ;  but  after  the  hours  that 
have  elapsed  you  will  probably  be  relieved  to  hear 
that  he  is  fairly  well.  I  took  his  news  this  morning 
ere  I  left.  Doing  fairly  well,  they  said,  but  suffer- 
ing acutely.  Hey  ? — acutely.  They  could  hear  his 
groans  in  the  next  room.' 

'  And  the  Prince,'  she  asked,  '  is  anything  known 
of  him  ? ' 

'  It  is  reported,'  replied  Sir  John,  with  the  same 
pleasurable  deliberation,  '  that  upon  that  point  your 
Highness  is  the  best  authority.' 

'  Sir  John,'  she  said  eagerly,  '  you  were  generous 

enough  to  speak  about  your  carriage.     Will  you,  I 

beseech  you,  will  you  take  me  to  the  Felsenburg  ? 

I  have  business  there  of  an  extreme  importance.' 

'  I  can  refuse  you  nothing,'  replied  the  old  gentle- 

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man,  gravely  and  seriously  enough.  'Whatever, 
madam,  it  is  in  my  power  to  do  for  you,  that  shall 
be  done  with  pleasure.  As  soon  as  my  chaise  shall 
overtake  us,  it  is  yours  to  carry  you  where  you  will. 
But,'  added  he,  reverting  to  his  former  manner,  'I 
observe  you  ask  me  nothing  of  the  Palace.' 

'I  do  not  care,'  she  said.  'I  thought  I  saw  it 
burning.' 

'  Prodigious  ! '  said  the  Baronet.  '  You  thought  ? 
And  can  the  loss  of  forty  toilettes  leave  you  cold  ? 
Well,  madam,  I  admire  your  fortitude.  And  the 
state,  too  ?  As  I  left,  the  government  was  sitting — 
the  new  government,  of  which  at  least  two  members 
must  be  known  to  you  by  name :  Sabra,  who  had, 
I  believe,  the  benefit  of  being  formed  in  your  em- 
ployment— a  footman, — am  I  right? — and  our  old 
friend  the  Chancellor,  in  something  of  a  subaltern 
position.  But  in  these  convulsions  the  last  shall 
be  first,  and  the  first  last.' 

'  Sir  John,'  she  said  with  an  air  of  perfect  honesty, 
'  I  am  sure  you  mean  most  kindly,  but  these  matters 
have  no  interest  for  me.' 

The  Baronet  was  so  utterly  discountenanced  that 
he  hailed  the  appearance  of  his  chaise  with  welcome, 
and,  by  way  of  saying  something,  proposed  that 
they  should  walk  back  to  meet  it.  So  it  was  done ; 
and  he  helped  her  in  with  courtesy,  mounted  to  her 
side,  and  from  various  receptacles  (for  the  chaise 
was  most  completely  fitted  out)  produced  fruits  and 
truffled  liver,  beautiful  white  bread,  and  a  bottle  of 
delicate  wine.  With  these  he  served  her  like  a 
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father,  coaxing  and  praising  her  to  fresh  exertions ; 
and  during  all  that  time,  as  though  silenced  by  the 
laws  of  hospitality,  he  was  not  guilty  of  the  shadow 
of  a  sneer.  Indeed,  his  kindness  seemed  so  genuine 
that  Seraphina  was  moved  to  gratitude. 

'  Sir  John,'  she  said,  '  you  hate  me  in  your  heart ; 
why  are  you  so  kind  to  me  ? ' 

'Ah,  my  good  lady,'  said  he,  with  no  disclaimer 
of  the  accusation,  'I  have  the  honour  to  be  much 
your  husband's  friend,  and  somewhat  his  admirer.' 

'  You  ! '  she  cried.  '  They  told  me  you  wrote 
cruelly  of  both  of  us.' 

'  Such  was  the  strange  path  by  which  we  grew 
acquainted,'  said  Sir  John.  '  I  had  written,  madam, 
with  particular  cruelty  (since  that  shall  be  the 
phrase)  of  your  fair  self.  Your  husband  set  me  at 
liberty,  gave  me  a  passport,  ordered  a  carriage,  and 
then,  with  the  most  boyish  spirit,  challenged  me  to 
fight.  Knowing  the  nature  of  his  married  life,  I 
thought  the  dash  and  loyalty  he  showed  delightful. 
"  Do  not  be  afraid,"  says  he ;  "  if  I  am  killed,  there 
is  nobody  to  miss  me."  It  appears  you  subsequently 
thought  of  that  yourself.  But  I  digress.  I  explained 
to  him  it  was  impossible  that  I  could  fight !  "  Not 
if  I  strike  you  ? "  says  he.  Very  droll ;  I  wish  I 
could  have  put  it  in  my  book.  However,  I  was 
conquered,  took  the  young  gentleman  to  my  high 
favour,  and  tore  up  my  bits  of  scandal  on  the  spot. 
That  is  one  of  the  little  favours,  madam,  that  you 
owe  your  husband.' 

Seraphina  sat  for  some  while  in  silence.  She 
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could  bear  to  be  misjudged  without  a  pang  by  those 
whom  she  contemned;  she  had  none  of  Otto's 
eagerness  to  be  approved,  but  went  her  own  way 
straight  and  head  in  air.  To  Sir  John,  however, 
after  what  he  had  said,  and  as  her  husband's  friend, 
she  was  prepared  to  stoop. 

'  What  do  you  think  of  me  ? '  she  asked  abruptly. 

'  I  have  told  you  already,'  said  Sir  John.  '  I  think 
you  want  another  glass  of  my  good  wine.' 

'Come,'  she  said,  'this  is  unlike  you.  You  are 
not  wont  to  be  afraid.  You  say  that  you  admire  my 
husband  :  in  his  name,  be  honest.' 

'I  admire  your  courage,'  said  the  Baronet.  'Be- 
yond that,  as  you  have  guessed,  and  indeed  said,  our 
natures  are  not  sympathetic' 

'You  spoke  of  scandal,'  pursued  Seraphina.  '  Was 
the  scandal  great  ? ' 

'  It  was  considerable,'  said  Sir  John. 

'  And  you  believed  it  ? '  she  demanded. 

'  O,  madam,'  said  Sir  John,  '  the  question  ! ' 

'  Thank  you  for  that  answer ! '  cried  Seraphina. 
'  And  now  here,  I  will  tell  you,  upon  my  honour, 
upon  my  soul,  in  spite  of  all  the  scandal  in  this 
world,  I  am  as  true  a  wife  as  ever  stood.' 

'  We  should  probably  not  agree  upon  a  definition,' 
observed  Sir  John. 

'  O  ! '  she  cried,  '  I  have  abominably  used  him — I 
know  that ;  it  is  not  that  I  mean.  But  if  you 
admire  my  husband,  I  insist  that  you  shall  under- 
stand me :  I  can  look  him  in  the  face  without  a 
blush.' 

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'  It  may  be,  madam,'  said  Sir  John ;  '  nor  have  I 
presumed  to  think  the  contrary.' 

'  You  will  not  believe  me  ? '  she  cried.  '  You  think 
I  am  a  guilty  wife  ?     You  think  he  was  my  lover  ?  ' 

'  Madam,'  returned  the  Baronet,  '  when  I  tore  up 
my  papers  I  promised  your  good  husband  to  concern 
myself  no  more  with  your  affairs ;  and  I  assure  you 
for  the  last  time  that  I  have  no  desire  to  judge  you.' 

*  But  you  will  not  acquit  me  !  Ah  ! '  she  cried, 
*  he  will — he  knows  me  better  ! ' 

Sir  John  smiled. 

*  You  smile  at  my  distress  ? '  asked  Seraphina. 

8  At  your  woman's  coolness,'  said  Sir  John.  '  A 
man  would  scarce  have  had  the  courage  of  that  cry, 
which  was,  for  all  that,  very  natural,  and  I  make  no 
doubt  quite  true.  But  remark,  madam — since  you 
do  me  the  honour  to  consult  me  gravely — I  have  no 
pity  for  what  you  call  your  distresses.  You  have 
been  completely  selfish,  and  now  reap  the  conse- 
quence. Had  you  once  thought  of  your  husband, 
instead  of  singly  thinking  of  yourself,  you  would  not 
now  have  been  alone,  a  fugitive,  with  blood  upon 
your  hands,  and  hearing  from  a  morose  old  English- 
man truth  more  bitter  than  scandal.' 

'  I  thank  you,'  she  said,  quivering.  '  This  is  very 
true.     Will  you  stop  the  carriage  ?. ' 

'No,  child,'  said  Sir  John,  'not  until  I  see  you 
mistress  of  yourself.' 

There  was  a  long  pause,  during  which  the  carriage 
rolled  by  rock  and  woodland. 

'  And  now,'  she  resumed,  with  perfect  steadiness, 
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*  will  you  consider  me  composed  ?  I  request  you,  as 
a  gentleman,  to  let  me  out.' 

'  I  think  you  do  unwisely,'  he  replied.  '  Continue, 
if  you  please,  to  use  my  carriage.' 

'  Sir  John,'  she  said,  '  if  death  were  sitting  on  that 
pile  of  stones  I  would  alight !  I  do  not  blame,p 
thank  you ;  I  now  know  how  I  appear  to  others ; 
but  sooner  than  draw  breath  beside  a  man  who  can 

so  think  of  me,  I  would O  ! '  she  cried,  and  was 

silent. 

Sir  John  pulled  the  string,  alighted,  and  offered 
her  his  hand,  but  she  refused  the  help. 

The  road  had  now  issued  from  the  valleys  in  which 
it  had  been  winding,  and  come  to  that  part  of  its 
course  where  it  runs,  like  a  corniqe,  along  the  brow 
of  the  steep  northward  face  of  Grunewald.  The 
place  where  they  had  alighted  was  at  a  salient  angle ; 
a  bold  rock  and  some  wind-tortured  pine-trees 
overhung  it  from  above ;  far  below  the  blue  plains 
lay  forth  and  melted  into  heaven  ;  and  before  them 
the  road,  by  a  succession  of  bold  zigzags,  was  seen 
mounting  to  where  a  tower  upon  a  tall  cliff  closed 
the  view. 

'  There,'  said  the  Baronet,  pointing  to  the  tower, 
'you  see  the  Felsenburg,  your  goal.  I  wish  you 
a  good  journey,  and  regret  I  cannot  be  of  more 
assistance.' 

He  mounted  to  his  place  and  gave  a  signal,  and 
the  carriage  rolled  away. 

Seraphina  stood  by  the  wayside,  gazing  before  her 
with  blind  eyes.     Sir  John  she  had  dismissed  already 

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from  her  mind :  she  hated  him,  that  was  enough ; 
for  whatever  Seraphina  hated  or  contemned  fell 
instantly  to  Lilliputian  smallness,  and  was  thence- 
forward steadily  ignored  in  thought.  And  now  she 
had  matter  for  concern  indeed.  Her  interview  with 
Otto,  which  she  had  never  yet  forgiven  him,  began 
to  appear  before  her  in  a  very  different  light.  He 
had  come  to  her,  still  thrilling  under  recent  insult, 
and  not  yet  breathed  from  fighting  her  own  cause ; 
and  how  that  knowledge  changed  the  value  of  his 
words  !  Yes,  he  must  have  loved  her ;  this  was  a 
brave  feeling — it  was  no  mere  weakness  of  the  will. 
And  she,  was  she  incapable  of  love?  It  would 
appear  so  ;  and  she  swallowed  her  tears,  and  yearned 
to  see  Otto,  to  explain  all,  to  ask  pity  upon  her 
knees  for  her  transgressions,  and,  if  all  else  were  now 
beyond  the  reach  of  reparation,  to  restore  at  least 
the  liberty  of  which  she  had  deprived  him. 

Swiftly  she  sped  along  the  highway,  and,  as  the 
road  wound  out  and  in  about  the  bluffs  and  gullies 
of  the  mountain,  saw  and  lost  by  glimpses  the  tall 
tower  that  stood  before  and  above  her,  purpled  by 
the  mountain  air. 


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When  Otto  mounted  to  his  rolling  prison  he  found 
another  occupant  in  a  corner  of  the  front  seat ;  but 
as  this  person  hung  his  head  and  the  brightness  of 
the  carriage-lamps  shone  outward,  the  Prince  could 
only  see  it  was  a  man.  The  Colonel  followed  his 
prisoner  and  clapped-to  the  door  ;  and  at  that  the 
four  horses  broke  immediately  into  a  swinging  trot. 

'Gentlemen,'  said  the  Colonel,  after  some  little 
while  had  passed,  '  if  we  are  to  travel  in  silence,  we 
might  as  well  be  at  home.  I  appear,  of  course,  in  an 
invidious  character ;  but  I  am  a  man  of  taste,  fond 
of  books  and  solidly  informing  talk,  and  unfortunately 
condemned  for  life  to  the  guard-room.  Gentlemen, 
this  is  my  chance:  don't  spoil  it  for  me.  I  have 
here  the  pick  of  the  whole  court,  barring  lovely 
woman ;  I  have  a  great  author  in  the  person  of  the 
Doctor ' 

'  Gotthold ! '  cried  Otto. 

'It  appears,'  said  the  Doctor  bitterly,  'that  we 
must  go  together.  Your  Highness  had  not  calculated 
upon  that.' 

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'What  do  you  infer?'  cried  Otto;  'that  I  had 
you  arrested  ? ' 

'  The  inference  is  simple,'  said  the  Doctor. 

'  Colonel  Gordon,'  said  the  Prince,  '  oblige  me  so 
far,  and  set  me  right  with  Herr  von  Hohenstock- 
witz.' 

*  Gentlemen,'  said  the  Colonel,  '  you  are  both 
arrested  on  the  same  warrant  in  the  name  of  the 
Princess  Seraphina,  acting  regent,  countersigned  by 
Prime  Minister  Freiherr  von  Gondremark,  and  dated 
the  day  before  yesterday,  the  twelfth.  I  reveal  to 
you  the  secrets  of  the  prison-house,'  he  added. 

'Otto,'  said  Gotthold,  'I  ask  you  to  pardon  my 
suspicions.' 

*  Gotthold,'  said  the  Prince,  '  I  am  not  certain  I 
can  grant  you  that.' 

'  Your  Highness  is,  I  am  sure,  far  too  magnanimous 
to  hesitate,'  said  the  Colonel.  '  But  allow  me :  we 
speak  at  home  in  my  religion  of  the  means  of  grace : 
and  I  now  propose  to  offer  them.'  So  saying,  the 
Colonel  lighted  a  bright  lamp  which  he  attached  to 
one  side  of  the  carriage,  and  from  below  the  front 
seat  produced  a  goodly  basket  adorned  with  the 
long  necks  of  bottles.  '  Tu  spent  reducis — how 
does  it  go,  Doctor?'  he  asked  gaily.  'I  am,  in 
a  sense,  your  host;  and  I  am  sure  you  are  both 
far  too  considerate  of  my  embarrassing  position  to 
refuse  to  do  me  honour.  Gentlemen,  I  drink  to  the 
Prince ! ' 

*  Colonel,'  said  Otto,  '  we  have  a  jovial  entertainer. 
I  drink  to  Colonel  Gordon.' 

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Thereupon  all  three  took  their  wine  very  plea- 
santly ;  and  even  as  they  did  so,  the  carriage  with  a 
lurch  turned  into  the  high-road  and  began  to  make 
better  speed. 

All  was  bright  within ;  the  wine  had  coloured 
Gotthold's  cheek;  dim  forms  of  forest  trees,  dwindling 
and  spiring,  scarves  of  the  starry  sky,  now  wide  and 
now  narrow,  raced  past  the  windows ;  through  one 
that  was  left  open  the  air  of  the  woods  came  in  with 
a  nocturnal  raciness  ;  and  the  roll  of  wheels  and  the 
tune  of  the  trotting  horses  sounded  merrily  on  the 
ear.  Toast  followed  toast ;  glass  after  glass  was 
bowed  across  and  emptied  by  the  trio  ;  and  presently 
there  began  to  fall  upon  them  a  luxurious  spell, 
under  the  influence  of  which  little  but  the  sound  of 
quiet  and  confidential  laughter  interrupted  the  long 
intervals  of  meditative  silence. 

'Otto,'  said  Gotthold,  after  one  of  these  seasons 
of  quiet,  '  I  do  not  ask  you  to  forgive  me.  Were 
the  parts  reversed,  I  could  not  forgive  you.' 

'  Well,'  said  Otto,  '  it  is  a  phrase  we  use.  I  do 
forgive  you,  but  your  words  and  your  suspicions 
rankle  ;  and  not  yours  alone.  It  is  idle,  Colonel 
Gordon,  in  view  of  the  order  you  are  carrying  out, 
to  conceal  from  you  the  dissensions  of  my  family ; 
they  have  gone  so  far  that  they  are  now  public 
property.  Well,  gentlemen,  can  I  forgive  my  wife  ? 
I  can,  of  course,  and  do ;  but  in  what  sense  ?  I 
would  certainly  not  stoop  to  any  revenge ;  as  cer- 
tainly I  could  not  think  of  her  but  as  one  changed 
beyond  my  recognition.' 

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'Allow  me,'  returned  the  Colonel.  'You  will 
permit  me  to  hope  that  I  am  addressing  Christians  ? 
We  are  all  conscious,  I  trust,  that  we  are  miserable 
sinners.' 

'  I  disown  the  consciousness,'  said  Gotthold. 
'  Warmed  with  this  good  fluid,  I  deny  your  thesis.' 

'  How,  sir  ?  You  never  did  anything  wrong  ?  and 
I  heard  you  asking  pardon  but  this  moment,  not  of 
your  God,  sir,  but  of  a  common  fellow- worm  ! '  the 
Colonel  cried. 

'  I  own  you  have  me  ;  you  are  expert  in  argument, 
Herr  Oberst,'  said  the  Doctor. 

'  Begad,  sir,  I  am  proud  to  hear  you  say  so,'  said 
the  Colonel.  '  I  was  well  grounded  indeed  at 
Aberdeen.  And  as  for  this  matter  of  forgiveness, 
it  comes,  sir,  of  loose  views  and  (what  is  if  anything 
more  dangerous)  a  regular  life.  A  sound  creed  and 
a  bad  morality,  that's  the  root  of  wisdom.  You 
two  gentlemen  are  too  good  to  be  forgiving.' 

'  The  paradox  is  somewhat  forced,'  said  Gotthold. 

'Pardon  me,  Colonel,'  said  the  Prince;  'I  readily 
acquit  you  of  any  design  of  offence,  but  your  words 
bite  like  satire.  Is  this  a  time,  do  you  think,  when 
I  can  wish  to  hear  myself  called  good,  now  that  I 
am  paying  the  penalty  (and  am  willing  like  yourself 
to  think  it  just)  of  my  prolonged  misconduct  ? ' 

'  O,  pardon  me  ! '  cried  the  Colonel.  '  You  have 
never  been  expelled  from  the  divinity  hall ;  you 
have  never  been  broke.  I  was  :  broke  for  a  neglect 
of  military  duty.  To  tell  you  the  open  truth,  your 
Highness,  I  was  the  worse  of  drink  ;  it 's  a  thing  I 
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never  do  now,'  he  added,  taking  out  his  glass.  '  But 
a  man,  you  see,  who  has  really  tasted  the  defects  of 
his  own  character,  as  I  have,  and  has  come  to  regard 
himself  as  a  kind  of  blind  teetotum  knocking  about 
life,  begins  to  learn  a  very  different  view  about  for- 
giveness. I  will  talk  of  not  forgiving  others,  sir, 
when  I  have  made  out  to  forgive  myself,  and  not 
before ;  and  the  date  is  like  to  be  a  long  one.  My 
father,  the  Reverend  Alexander  Gordon,  was  a  good 
man,  and  damned  hard  upon  others.  I  am  what 
they  call  a  bad  one,  and  that  is  just  the  difference. 
The  man  who  cannot  forgive  any  mortal  thing  is  a 
green  hand  in  life.' 

'And  yet  I  have  heard  of  you,  Colonel,  as  a 
duellist,'  said  Gotthold. 

'  A  different  thing,  sir,'  replied  the  soldier.  '  Pro- 
fessional etiquette.  And  I  trust  without  unchristian 
feeling.' 

Presently  after  the  Colonel  fell  into  a  deep  sleep  ; 
and  his  companions  looked  upon  each  other,  smiling. 

'  An  odd  fish,'  said  Gotthold. 

'  And  a  strange  guardian,'  said  the  Prince.  'Yet 
what  he  said  was  true.' 

'  Rightly  looked  upon,'  mused  Gotthold,  '  it  is 
ourselves  that  we  cannot  forgive,  when  we  refuse 
forgiveness  to  our  friend.  Some  strand  of  our  own 
misdoing  is  involved  in  every  quarrel.' 

'Are  there  not  offences  that  disgrace  the  par- 
doner ? '  asked  Otto.  '  Are  there  not  bounds  of  self- 
respect  ? ' 

'Otto,'   said    Gotthold,    'does    any  man   respect 

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himself  ?  To  this  poor  waif  of  a  soldier  of  fortune 
we  may  seem  respectable  gentlemen;  but  to  our- 
selves, what  are  we  unless  a  pasteboard  portico  and 
a  deliquium  of  deadly  weaknesses  within  ? ' 

*  I  ?  yes,'  said  Otto  ;  '  but  you,  Gotthold — you, 
with  your  interminable  industry,  your  keen  mind, 
your  books — serving  mankind,  scorning  pleasures 
and  temptations !  You  do  not  know  how  I  envy 
you.' 

'  Otto,'  said  the  Doctor,  *  in  one  word,  and  a  bitter 
one  to  say :  I  am  a  secret  tippler.  Yes,  I  drink  too 
much.  The  habit  has  robbed  these  very  books,  to 
which  you  praise  my  devotion,  of  the  merits  that 
they  should  have  had.  It  has  spoiled  my  temper. 
When  I  spoke  to  you  the  other  day,  how  much  of 
my  warmth  was  in  the  cause  of  virtue  ?  how  much 
was  the  fever  of  last  night's  wine  ?  Ay,  as  my  poor 
fellow-sot  there  said,  and  as  I  vaingloriously  denied, 
we  are  all  miserable  sinners,  put  here  for  a  moment, 
knowing  the  good,  choosing  the  evil,  standing  naked 
and  ashamed  in  the  eye  of  God.' 

'  Is  it  so  ? '  said  Otto.  *  Why,  then,  what  are  we  ? 
Are  the  very  best ' 

*  There  is  no  best  in  man,'  said  Gotthold.  '  I  am 
not  better,  it  is  likely  I  am  not  worse,  than  you  or 
that  poor  sleeper.  I  was  a  sham,  and  now  you  know 
me :  that  is  all.' 

'And  yet  it  has  not  changed  my  love,'  returned 

Otto   softly.       *  Our   misdeeds   do    not   change   us. 

Gotthold,  fill  your  glass.     Let  us  drink  to  what  is 

good  in  this  bad  business ;  let  us  drink  to  our  old 

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affection  ;  and,  when  we  have  done  so,  forgive  your 
too  just  grounds  of  offence,  and  drink  with  me  to 
my  wife,  whom  I  have  so  misused,  who  has  so 
misused  me,  and  whom  I  have  left,  I  fear,  I  greatly 
fear,  in  danger.  What  matters  it  how  bad  we  are, 
if  others  can  still  love  us,  and  we  can  still  love 
others  ? ' 

'  Ay  ! '  replied  the  Doctor.  '  It  is  very  well  said. 
It  is  the  true  answer  to  the  pessimist,  and  the  stand- 
ing miracle  of  mankind.  So  you  still  love  me  ?  and 
so  you  can  forgive  your  wife  ?  Why,  then,  we  may 
bid  conscience  "  Down,  dog,"  like  an  ill-trained 
puppy  yapping  at  shadows.' 

The  pair  fell  into  silence,  the  Doctor  tapping  on 
his  empty  glass. 

The  carriage  swung  forth  out  of  the  valleys  on 
that  open  balcony  of  high-road  that  runs  along  the 
front  of  Griinewald,  looking  down  on  Gerolstein. 
Far  below,  a  white  waterfall  was  shining  to  the  stars 
from  the  falling  skirts  of  forest,  and  beyond  that,  the 
night  stood  naked  above  the  plain.  On  the  other 
hand,  the  lamplight  skimmed  the  face  of  the  preci- 
pices, and  the  dwarf  pine-trees  twinkled  with  all 
their  needles,  and  were  gone  again  into  the  wake. 
The  granite  roadway  thundered  under  wheels  and 
hoofs ;  and  at  times,  by  reason  of  its  continual 
winding,  Otto  could  see  the  escort  on  the  other  side 
of  a  ravine,  riding  well  together  in  the  night.  Pre- 
sently the  Felsenburg  came  plainly  in  view,  some 
way  above  them,  on  a  bold  projection  of  the  moun- 
tain, and  planting  its  bulk  against  the  starry  sky. 

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'  See,  Gotthold,'  said  the  Prince,  'our  destination.' 

Gotthold  awoke  as  from  a  trance. 

'I  was  thinking,'  said  he,  'if  there  is  any  danger, 
why  did  you  not  resist  ?  I  was  told  you  came  of 
your  free  will ;  but  should  you  not  be  there  to  help 
her? ' 

The  colour  faded  from  the  Prince's  cheeks. 


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PROVIDENCE    VON    ROSEN  :    ACT    THE    LAST 
IN   WHICH    SHE    GALLOPS    OFF 

When  the  busy  Countess  came  forth  from  her  inter- 
view with  Seraphina,  it  is  not  too  much  to  say  that 
she  was  beginning  to  be  terribly  afraid.  She  paused 
in  the  corridor  and  reckoned  up  her  doings  with  an 
eye  to  Gondremark.  The  fan  was  in  requisition  in 
an  instant ;  but  her  disquiet  was  beyond  the  reach 
of  fanning.  '  The  girl  has  lost  her  head,'  she  thought; 
and  then  dismally,  '  I  have  gone  too  far.'  She  in- 
stantly decided  on  secession.  Now  the  Mons  Sacer 
of  the  Frau  von  Rosen  was  a  certain  rustic  villa  in 
the  forest,  called  by  herself,  in  a  smart  attack  of 
poesy,  Tannen  Zauber,  and  by  everybody  else  plain 
Kleinbrunn. 

Thither,  upon  the  thought,  she  furiously  drove, 
passing  Gondremark  at  the  entrance  to  the  Palace 
avenue,  but  feigning  not  to  observe  him  ;  and  as 
Kleinbrunn  was  seven  good  miles  away,  and  in  the 
bottom  of  a  narrow  dell,  she  passed  the  night  with- 
out any  rumour  of  the  outbreak  reaching  her ;  and 

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the  glow  of  the  conflagration  was  concealed  by  inter- 
vening hills.  Frau  von  Rosen  did  not  sleep  well ; 
she  was  seriously  uneasy  as  to  the  results  of  her 
delightful  evening,  and  saw  herself  condemned  to 
quite  a  lengthy  sojourn  in  her  deserts  and  a  long 
defensive  correspondence,  ere  she  could  venture  to 
return  to  Gondremark.  On  the  other  hand,  she 
examined,  by  way  of  pastime,  the  deeds  she  had 
received  from  Otto  ;  and  even  here  saw  cause  for 
disappointment.  In  these  troublous  days  she  had 
no  taste  for  landed  property,  and  she  was  convinced, 
besides,  that  Otto  had  paid  dearer  than  the  farm  was 
worth.  Lastly,  the  order  for  the  Prince's  release 
fairly  burned  her  meddling  fingers. 

All  things  considered,  the  next  day  beheld  an 
elegant  and  beautiful  lady,  in  a  riding-habit  and  a 
flapping  hat,  draw  bridle  at  the  gate  of  the  Felsen- 
burg,  not  perhaps  with  any  clear  idea  of  her  purpose 
but  with  her  usual  experimental  views  on  life. 
Governor  Gordon,  summoned  to  the  gate,  welcomed 
the  omnipotent  Countess  with  his  most  gallant  bear- 
ing, though  it  was  wonderful  how  old  he  looked  in 
the  morning. 

'Ah,  Governor,'  she  said,  'we  have  surprises  for 
you,  sir,'  and  nodded  at  him  meaningly. 

'  Eh,  madam,  leave  me  my  prisoners,'  he  said ; 
'  and  if  you  will  but  join  the  band,  begad,  I  '11  be 
happy  for  life.' 

'  You  would  spoil  me,  would  you  not  ? '  she  asked. 

'  I  would  try,  I  would  try,'  returned  the  Governor, 
and  he  offered  her  his  arm. 
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She  took  it,  picked  up  her  skirt,  and  drew  him 
close  to  her.  '  I  have  come  to  see  the  Prince,'  she 
said.  '  Now,  infidel !  on  business.  A  message  from 
that  stupid  Gondremark,  who  keeps  me  running  like 
a  courier.  Do  I  look  like  one,  Herr  Gordon  ? '  And 
she  planted  her  eyes  in  him. 

'You  look  like  an  angel,  ma'am,'  returned  the 
Governor,  with  a  great  air  of  finished  gallantry. 

The  Countess  laughed.  *  An  angel  on  horseback ! ' 
she  said.     '  Quick  work.' 

'You  came,  you  saw,  you  conquered,'  flourished 
Gordon,  in  high  good  humour  with  his  own  wit  and 
grace.  'We  toasted  you,  madam,  in  the  carriage, 
in  an  excellent  good  glass  of  wine ;  toasted  you 
fathom  deep  ;  the  finest  woman,  with,  begad,  the 
finest  eyes  in  Griinewald.  I  never  saw  the  like  of 
them  but  once,  in  my  own  country,  when  I  was  a 
young  fool  at  College :  Thomasina  Haig  her  name 
was.  I  give  you  my  word  of  honour,  she  was  as  like 
you  as  two  peas.' 

'  And  so  you  were  merry  in  the  carriage  ? '  asked 
the  Countess,  gracefully  dissembling  a  yawn. 

'  We  were  ;  we  had  a  very  pleasant  conversation  ; 
but  we  took  perhaps  a  glass  more  than  that  fine 
fellow  of  a  Prince  has  been  accustomed  to,'  said  the 
Governor ;  '  and  I  observe  this  morning  that  he 
seems  a  little  off  his  mettle.  We  '11  get  him  mellow 
again  ere  bedtime.     This  is  his  door.' 

'Well,'  she  whispered,   'let  me  get  my  breath. 
No,  no  ;  wait.     Have  the  door  ready  to  open.'    And 
the  Countess,  standing  like  one  inspired,  shook  out 
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her  fine  voice  in  '  Lascia  ch'io  pianga ' ;  and  when 
she  had  reached  the  proper  point,  and  lyrically 
uttered  forth  her  sighings  after  liberty,  the  door,  at 
a  sign,  was  flung  wide  open,  and  she  swam  into  the 
Prince's  sight,  bright-eyed,  and  with  her  colour 
somewhat  freshened  by  the  exercise  of  singing.  It 
was  a  great  dramatic  entrance,  and  to  the  somewhat 
doleful  prisoner  within  the  sight  was  sunshine. 

'  Ah,  madam,'  he  cried,  running  to  her — '  you 
here ! ' 

She  looked  meaningly  at  Gordon  ;  and  as  soon  as 
the  door  was  closed  she  fell  on  Otto's  neck.  '  To 
see  you  here  ! '  she  moaned  and  clung  to  him. 

But  the  Prince  stood  somewhat  stiffly  in  that  en- 
viable situation,  and  the  Countess  instantly  recovered 
from  her  outburst. 

'  Poor  child,'  she  said,  '  poor  child  !  Sit  down 
beside  me  here,  and  tell  me  all  about  it.  My  heart 
really  bleeds  to  see  you.     How  does  time  go  ? ' 

*  Madam,'  replied  the  Prince,  sitting  down  beside 
her,  his  gallantry  recovered,  '  the  time  will  now  go 
all  too  quickly  till  you  leave.  But  I  must  ask  you 
for  the  news.  I  have  most  bitterly  condemned  my- 
self for  my  inertia  of  last  night.  You  wisely  coun- 
selled me  :  it  was  my  duty  to  resist.  You  wisely 
and  nobly  counselled  me  ;  I  have  since  thought  of  it 
with  wonder.     You  have  a  noble  heart.' 

*  Otto,'  she  said,  *  spare  me.  Was  it  even  right, 
I  wonder  ?  I  have  duties,  too,  you  poor  child  ;  and 
when  I  see  you  they  all  melt — all  my  good  resolu- 
tions fly  away.' 

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*  And  mine  still  come  too  late,'  he  replied,  sighing. 
'  O,  what  would  I  not  give  to  have  resisted  ? 
What  would  I  not  give  for  freedom  ?  ' 

*  Well,  what  would  you  give  ? '  she  asked  ;  and 
the  red  fan  was  spread;  only  her  eyes,  as  if  from 
over  battlements,  brightly  surveyed  him. 

'  I  ?  What  do  you  mean  ?  Madam,  you  have 
some  news  for  me,'  he  cried. 

■  O,  O  ! '  said  madam  dubiously. 

He  was  at  her  feet.  '  Do  not  trifle  ..with  my 
hopes,'  he  pleaded.  '  Tell  me,  dearest  Madame  von 
Rosen,  tell  me !  You  cannot  be  cruel :  it  is  not  in 
your  nature.  Give  ?  I  can  give  nothing ;  I  have 
nothing  ;  I  can  only  plead  in  mercy.' 

'  Do  not,'  she  said  ;  '  it  is  not  fair.  Otto,  you  know 
my  weakness.     Spare  me.     Be  generous. 

*  O,  madam,'  he  said,  '  it  is  for  you  to  be  generous, 
to  have  pity.'  He  took  her  hand  and  pressed  it ;  he 
plied  her  with  caresses  and  appeals.  The  Countess 
had  a  most  enjoyable  sham  siege,  and  then  relented. 
She  sprang  to  her  feet,  she  tore  her  dress  open,  and, 
all  warm  from  her  bosom,  threw  the  order  on  the 
floor. 

'  There ! '  she  cried.  '  I  forced  it  from  her.  Use 
it,  and  I  am  ruined ! '  And  she  turned  away  as  if 
to  veil  the  force  of  her  emotions. 

Otto  sprang  upon  the  paper,  read  it,  and  cried  out 
aloud.  '  O,  God  bless  her ! '  he  said,  *  God  bless 
her.'     And  he  kissed  the  writing. 

Von  Rosen  was  a  singularly  good-natured  woman, 
but  her  part  was  now  beyond  her.     *  Ingrate  ! '  she 

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cried ;  '  I  wrung  it  from  her,  I  betrayed  my  trust  to 
get  it,  and  'tis  she  you  thank  ! ' 

'  Can  you  blame  me  ? '  said  the  Prince.    '  I  love  her.' 

'  I  see  that,'  she  said.     '  And  I  ? ' 

'  You,  Madame  von  Rosen  ?  You  are  my  dearest, 
my  kindest,  and  most  generous  of  friends,'  he  said, 
approaching  her.  '  You  would  be  a  perfect  friend, 
if  you  were  not  so  lovely.  You  have  a  great  sense 
of  humour,  you  cannot  be  unconscious  of  your 
charm,  and  you  amuse  yourself  at  times  by  playing 
on  my  weakness  ;  and  at  times  I  can  take  pleasure 
in  the  comedy.  But  not  to-day  :  to-day  you  will  be 
the  true,  the  serious,  the  manly  friend,  and  you  will 
suffer  me  to  forget  that  you  are  lovely  and  that  I 
am  weak.  Come,  dear  Countess,  let  me  to-day 
repose  in  you  entirely.' 

He  held  out  his  hand,  smiling,  and  she  took  it 
frankly.  '  I  vow  you  have  bewitched  me,'  she  said  ; 
and  then  with  a  laugh,  '  I  break  my  staff ! '  she 
added  ;  '  and  I  must  pay  you  my  best  compliment. 
You  made  a  difficult  speech.  You  are  as  adroit, 
dear  Prince,  as  I  am — charming.'  And  as  she  said 
the  word  with  a  great  curtsey,  she  justified  it. 

'  You  hardly  keep  the  bargain,  madam,  when  you 
make  yourself  so  beautiful,'  said  the  Prince,  bowing. 

'  It  was  my  last  arrow,'  she  returned.  *  I  am 
disarmed.  Blank  cartridge,  O  mon  Prince!  And 
now  I  tell  you,  if  you  choose  to  leave  this  prison, 
you  can,  and  I  am  ruined.     Choose  ! ' 

'  Madame  von  Rosen,'  replied  Otto,  '  I  choose,  and 
I  will  go.    My  duty  points  me,  duty  still  neglected 
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by  this  Featherhead.  But  do  not  fear  to  be  a  loser. 
I  propose  instead  that  you  should  take  me  with  you, 
a  bear  in  chains,  to  Baron  Gondremark.  I  am  be- 
come perfectly  unscrupulous  :  to  save  my  wife  I 
will  do  all,  all  he  can  ask  or  fancy.  He  shall  be 
filled  ;  were  he  huge  as  leviathan  and  greedy  as  the 
grave,  I  will  content  him.  And  you,  the  fairy  of 
our  pantomime,  shall  have  the  credit.' 

*  Done  ! '  she  cried.  *  Admirable  !  Prince  Charm- 
ing no  longer — Prince  Sorcerer,  Prince  Solon  !  Let 
us  go  this  moment.  Stay,'  she  cried,  pausing.  *  I 
beg,  dear  Prince,  to  give  you  back  these  deeds. 
'Twas  you  who  liked  the  farm — I  have  not  seen  it ; 
and  it  was  you  who  wished  to  benefit  the  peasants. 
And,  besides,'  she  added,  with  a  comical  change  of 
tone,  '  I  should  prefer  the  ready  money.' 

Both  laughed.  '  Here  I  am,  once  more  a  farmer,' 
said  Otto,  accepting  the  papers,  '  but  overwhelmed 
in  debt.' 

The  Countess  touched  a  bell,  and  the  Governor 
appeared. 

'  Governor,'  she  said,  *  I  am  going  to  elope  with 
his  Highness.  The  result  of  our  talk  has  been  a 
thorough  understanding,  and  the  coup  aVitat  is  over. 
Here  is  the  order.' 

Colonel  Gordon  adjusted  silver  spectacles  upon 
his  nose.  'Yes,'  he  said,  'the  Princess  :  very  right. 
But  the  warrant,  madam,  was  countersigned.' 

'  By  Heinrich ! '  said  von  Rosen.  '  Well,  and  here 
am  I  to  represent  him.' 

'Well,  your  Highness,'   resumed   the   soldier   of 

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fortune,  '  I  must  congratulate  you  upon  my  loss. 
You  have  been  cut  out  by  beauty,  and  I  am  left 
lamenting.  The  Doctor  still  remains  to  me  :  probus, 
doctus,  lepidus,jucundus  :  a  man  of  books.' 

'  Ay,  there  is  nothing  about  poor  Gotthold,'  said 
the  Prince. 

'  The  Governor's  consolation  ?  Would  you  leave 
him  bare  ? '  asked  von  Rosen. 

'And,  your  Highness,'  resumed  Gordon,  'may  I 
trust  that  in  the  course  of  this  temporary  obscura- 
tion you  have  found  me  discharge  my  part  with 
suitable  respect  and,  I  may  add,  tact?  I  adopted 
purposely  a  cheerfulness  of  manner ;  mirth,  it  ap- 
peared to  me,  and  a  good  glass  of  wine,  were  the  fit 
alleviations.' 

'  Colonel,'  said  Otto,  holding  out  his  hand,  '  your 
society  was  of  itself  enough.  I  do  not  merely  thank 
you  for  your  pleasant  spirits  ;  I  have  to  thank  you, 
besides,  for  some  philosophy,  of  which  I  stood  in 
need.  I  trust  I  do  not  see  you  for  the  last  time  ; 
and  in  the  meanwhile,  as  a  memento  of  our  strange 
acquaintance,  let  me  offer  you  these  verses  on  which 
I  was  but  now  engaged.  I  am  so  little  of  a  poet, 
and  was  so  ill  inspired  by  prison  bars,  that  they  have 
some  claim  to  be  at  least  a  curiosity.' 

The  Colonel's  countenance  lighted  as  he  took  the 
paper  ;  the  silver  spectacles  were  hurriedly  replaced. 
'  Ha  ! '  he  said,  '  Alexandrines,  the  tragic  metre.  I 
shall  cherish  this,  your  Highness,  like  a  relic  ;  no 
more  suitable  offering,  although  I  say  it,  could  be 
made.  "  Dieuoc  de  V immense  plaine  et  des  vastes 
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forets."  Very  good,'  he  said,  '  very  good  indeed ! 
"  Et  du  geolier  lui-meme  apprendre  des  lepons" 
Most  handsome,  begad ! ' 

'  Come,  Governor,'  cried  the  Countess,  '  you  can 
read  his  poetry  when  we  are  gone.  Open  your 
grudging  portals.' 

'  I  ask  your  pardon,'  said  the  Colonel.  '  To  a 
man  of  my  character  and  tastes,  these  verses,  this 
handsome  reference — most  moving,  I  assure  you. 
Can  I  offer  you  an  escort  ? ' 

'  No,  no,'  replied  the  Countess.  '  We  go  incogniti, 
as  we  arrived.  We  ride  together ;  the  Prince  will 
take  my  servant's  horse.  Hurry  and  privacy,  Herr 
Oberst,  that  is  all  we  seek.'  And  she  began  im- 
patiently to  lead  the  way. 

But  Otto  had  still  to  bid  farewell  to  Dr.  Gott- 
hold ;  and,  the  Governor  following,  with  his  spectacles 
in  one  hand  and  the  paper  in  the  other,  had  still  to 
communicate  his  treasured  verses,  piece  by  piece,  as 
he  succeeded  in  deciphering  the  manuscript,  to  all 
he  came  across  ;  and  still  his  enthusiasm  mounted. 
*  I  declare,'  he  cried  at  last,  with  the  air  of  one  who 
has  at  length  divined  a  mystery,  '  they  remind  me  of 
Robbie  Burns ! ' 

But  there  is  an  end  to  all  things  ;  and  at  length 
Otto  was  walking  by  the  side  of  Madame  von  Rosen 
along  that  mountain  wall,  her  servant  following  with 
both  the  horses,  and  all  about  them  sunlight,  and 
breeze,  and  flying  bird,  and  the  vast  regions  of  the 
air,  and  the  capacious  prospect :  wildwood  and  climb- 
ing pinnacle,  and  the  sound  and  voice  of  mountain 

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torrents,  at  their  hand  :  and  far  below  them,  green 
melting  into  sapphire  on  the  plains. 

They  walked  at  first  in  silence ;  for  Otto's  mind 
was  full  of  the  delight  of  liberty  and  nature,  and 
still,  betweenwhiles,  he  was  preparing  his  interview 
with  Gondremark.  But  when  the  first  rough  pro- 
montory of  the  rock  was  turned,  and  the  Felsenburg 
concealed  behind  its  bulk,  the  lady  paused. 

'  Here,'  she  said,  '  I  will  dismount  poor  Karl,  and 
you  and  I  must  ply  our  spurs.  I  love  a  wild  ride 
with  a  good  companion.' 

As  she  spoke,  a  carriage  came  into  sight  round  the 
corner  next  below  them  in  the  order  of  the  road. 
It  came  heavily  creaking,  and  a  little  ahead  of  it  a 
traveller  was  soberly  walking,  note-book  in  hand. 

'  It  is  Sir  John,'  cried  Otto,  and  he  hailed  him. 

The  Baronet  pocketed  his  note-book,  stared 
through  an  eye-glass,  and  then  waved  his  stick ; 
and  he  on  his  side,  and  the  Countess  and  the  Prince 
on  theirs,  advanced  with  somewhat  quicker  steps. 
They  met  at  the  re-entrant  angle,  where  a  thin 
stream  sprayed  across  a  boulder  and  was  scattered 
in  rain  among  the  brush  ;  and  the  Baronet  saluted 
the  Prince  with  much  punctilio.  To  the  Countess, 
on  the  other  hand,  he  bowed  with  a  kind  of  sneering 
wonder. 

'  Is  it  possible,  madam,  that  you  have  not  heard 
the  news  ? '  he  asked. 

*  What  news  ?  '  she  cried. 

'  News  of  the  first  order,'  returned  Sir  John  :  '  a 
revolution  in  the  State,   a   Republic  declared,  the 
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palace  burned  to  the  ground,  the  Princess  in  flight, 
Gondremark  wounded ' 

*  Heinrich  wounded  ? '  she  screamed. 

'  Wounded  and  suffering  acutely,'  said  Sir  John. 
*  His  groans ' 


There  fell  from  the  lady's  lips  an  oath  so  potent 
that,  in  smoother  hours,  it  would  have  made  her 
hearers  jump.  She  ran  to  her  horse,  scrambled  to 
the  saddle,  and,  yet  half-seated,  dashed  down  the 
road  at  full  gallop.  The  groom,  after  a  pause  of 
wonder,  followed  her.  The  rush  of  her  impetuous 
passage  almost  scared  the  carriage-horses  over  the 
verge  of  the  steep  hill ;  and  still  she  clattered  further 
and  the  crags  echoed  to  her  flight,  and  still  the  groom 
flogged  vainly  in  pursuit  of  her.  At  the  fourth 
corner,  a  woman  trailing  slowly  up  leaped  back  with 
a  cry  and  escaped  death  by  a  hand's-breadth.  But 
the  Countess  wasted  neither  glance  nor  thought 
upon  the  incident.  Out  and  in,  about  the  bluffs  of 
the  mountain  wall,  she  fled,  loose-reined,  and  still 
the  groom  toiled  in  her  pursuit. 

*  A  most  impulsive  lady  ! '  said  Sir  John.  *  Who 
would  have  thought  she  cared  for  him  ? '  And  be- 
fore the  words  were  uttered,  he  was  struggling  in 
the  Prince's  grasp. 

*  My  wife  !  the  Princess  ?     What  of  her  ? ' 

'  She  is  down  the  road,'  he  gasped.  '  I  left  her 
twenty  minutes  back.' 

And  next  moment  the  choked  author  stood  alone, 
and  the  Prince  on  foot  was  racing  down  the  hill 
behind  the  Countess. 

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While  the  feet  of  the  Prince  continued  to  run 
swiftly,  his  heart,  which  had  at  first  by  far  out- 
stripped his  running,  soon  began  to  linger  and  hang 
back.  Not  that  he  ceased  to  pity  the  misfortune  or 
to  yearn  for  the  sight  of  Seraphina  ;  but  the  memory 
of  her  obdurate  coldness  awoke  within  him,  and 
woke  in  turn  his  own  habitual  diffidence  of  self. 
Had  Sir  John  been  given  time  to  tell  him  all,  had  he 
even  known  that  she  was  speeding  to  the  Felsen- 
burg,  he  would  have  gone  to  her  with  ardour.  As 
it  was,  he  began  to  see  himself  once  more  intruding, 
profiting,  perhaps,  by  her  misfortune,  and  now  that 
she  was  fallen,  proffering  unloved  caresses  to  the 
wife  who  had  spurned  him  in  prosperity.  The  sore 
spots  upon  his  vanity  began' to  burn  ;  once  more,  his 
anger  assumed  the  carriage  of  a  hostile  generosity  ; 
he  would  utterly  forgive  indeed  ;  he  would  help, 
save,  and  comfort  his  unloving  wife  ;  but  all  with 
distant  self-denial,  imposing  silence  on  his  heart, 
respecting  Seraphina's  disaffection  as  he  would  the 
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innocence  of  a  child.  So,  when  at  length  he  turned 
a  corner  and  beheld  the  Princess,  it  was  his  first 
thought  to  reassure  her  of  the  purity  of  his  respect, 
and  he  at  once  ceased  running  and  stood  still.  She, 
upon  her  part,  began  to  run  to  him  with  a  little  cry  ; 
then,  seeing  him  pause,  she  paused  also,  smitten  with 
remorse  ;  and  at  length,  with  the  most  guilty  timidity, 
walked  nearly  up  to  where  he  stood. 

'  Otto,'  she  said,  '  I  have  ruined  all ! ' 

'  Seraphina ! '  he  cried  with  a  sob,  but  did  not 
move,  partly  withheld  by  his  resolutions,  partly 
struck  stupid  at  the  sight  of  her  weariness  and  dis- 
order. Had  she  stood  silent,  they  had  soon  been 
locked  in  an  embrace.  But  she  too  had  prepared 
herself  against  the  interview,  and  must  spoil  the 
golden  hour  with  protestations. 

'  All ! '  she  went  on,  '  I  have  ruined  all !  But, 
Otto,  in  kindness  you  must  hear  me — not  justify, 
but  own,  my  faults.  I  have  been  taught  so  cruelly  ; 
I  have  had  such  time  for  thought,  and  see  the  world 
so  changed.  I  have  been  blind,  stone-blind  ;  I  have 
let  all  true  good  go  by  me,  and  lived  on  shadows. 
But  when  this  dream  fell,  and  I  had  betrayed  you, 

and  thought  I   had  killed '      She  paused.      '  I 

thought  I  had  killed  Gondremark,'  she  said  with  a 
deep  flush,  'and  I  found  myself  alone,  as  you  said.' 

The  mention  of  the  name  of  Gondremark  pricked 
the  Prince's  generosity  like  a  spur.  '  Well,'  he  cried, 
'  and  whose  fault  was  it  but  mine  ?  It  was  my  duty 
to  be  beside  you,  loved  or  not.  But  I  was  a  skulker 
in  the  grain,  and  found  it  easier  to  desert  than  to 

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oppose  you.  I  could  never  learn  that  better  part  of 
love,  to  fight  love's  battles.  But  yet  the  love  was 
there.  And  now  when  this  toy  kingdom  of  ours 
has  fallen,  first  of  all  by  my  demerits,  and  next  by 
your  inexperience,  and  we  are  here  alone  together, 
as  poor  as  Job  and  merely  a  man  and  a  woman — 
let  me  conjure  you  to  forgive  the  weakness  and  to 
repose  in  the  love.  Do  not  mistake  me  ! '  he  cried, 
seeing  her  about  to  speak,  and  imposing  silence  with 
uplifted  hand.  '  My  love  is  changed ;  it  is  purged 
of  any  conjugal  pretension  ;  it  does  not  ask,  does 
not  hope,  does  not  wish  for  a  return  in  kind.  You 
may  forget  for  ever  that  part  in  which  you  found 
me  so  distasteful,  and  accept  without  embarrassment 
the  affection  of  a  brother.' 

'  You  are  too  generous,  Otto,'  she  said.  '  I  know 
that  I  have  forfeited  your  love.  I  cannot  take  this 
sacrifice.  You  had  far  better  leave  me.  O  go 
away,  and  leave  me  to  my  fate  ! ' 

'  O  no  ! '  said  Otto ;  *  we  must  first  of  all  escape 
out  of  this  hornets'  nest,  to  which  I  led  you.  My 
honour  is  engaged.  I  said  but  now  we  were  as  poor 
as  Job  ;  and  behold !  not  many  miles  from  here  I 
have  a  house  of  my  own  to  which  I  will  conduct 
you.  Otto  the  Prince  being  down,  we  must  try 
what  luck  remains  to  Otto  the  Hunter.  Come, 
Seraphina  ;  show  that  you  forgive  me,  and  let  us 
set  about  this  business  of  escape  in  the  best  spirits 
possible.  You  used  to  say,  my  dear,  that,  except 
as  a  husband  and  a  prince,  I  was  a  pleasant  fellow. 
I  am  neither  now,  and  you  may  like  my  company 
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without  remorse.  Come,  then ;  it  were  idle  to  be 
captured.  Can  you  still  walk  ?  Forth,  then,'  said 
he,  and  he  began  to  lead  the  way. 

A  little  below  where  they  stood,  a  good-sized 
brook  passed  below  the  road,  which  overleapt  it  in  a 
single  arch.  On  one  bank  of  that  loquacious  water 
a  footpath  descended  a  green  dell.  Here  it  was 
rocky  and  stony,  and  lay  on  the  steep  scarps  of  the 
ravine ;  here  it  was  choked  with  brambles  ;  and  there, 
in  fairy  haughs,  it  lay  for  a  few  paces  evenly  on  the 
green  turf.  Like  a  sponge,  the  hillside  oozed  with 
well-water.  The  burn  kept  growing  both  in  force 
and  volume ;  at  every  leap  it  fell  with  heavier 
plunges  and  span  more  widely  in  the  pool.  Great 
had  been  the  labours  of  that  stream,  and  great  and 
agreeable  the  changes  it  had  wrought.  It  had  cut 
through  dykes  of  stubborn  rock,  and  now,  like 
a  blowing  dolphin,  spouted  through  the  orifice ; 
along  all  its  humble  coasts,  it  had  undermined  and 
rafted-down  the  goodlier  timber  of  the  forest ;  and 
on  these  rough  clearings  it  now  set  and  tended  prim- 
rose gardens,  and  planted  woods  of  willow,  and 
made  a  favourite  of  the  silver  birch.  Through  all 
these  friendly  features,  the  path,  its  human  acolyte, 
conducted  our  two  wanderers  downward, — Otto 
before,  still  pausing  at  the  more  difficult  passages 
to  lend  assistance ;  the  Princess  following.  From 
time  to  time,  when  he  turned  to  help  her,  her  face 
would  lighten  upon  his — her  eyes,  half  desperately, 
woo  him.  He  saw,  but  dared  not  understand. 
'She    does    not    love    me,'    he    told    himself,   with 

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magnanimity.  'This  is  remorse  or  gratitude;  I 
were  no  gentleman,  no,  nor  yet  a  man,  if  I  presumed 
upon  these  pitiful  concessions.' 

Some  way  down  the  glen,  the  stream,  already 
grown  to  a  good  bulk  of  water,  was  rudely  dammed 
across,  and  about  a  third  of  it  abducted  in  a  wooden 
trough.  Gaily  the  pure  water,  air's  first  cousin, 
fleeted  along  the  rude  aqueduct,  whose  sides  and 
floor  it  had  made  green  with  grasses.  The  path, 
bearing  it  close  company,  threaded  a  wilderness  of 
briar  and  wild-rose.  And  presently,  a  little  in  front, 
the  brown  top  of  a  mill  and  the  tall  mill-wheel, 
spraying  diamonds,  arose  in  the  narrows  of  the  glen  ; 
at  the  same  time  the  snoring  music  of  the  saws 
broke  the  silence. 

The  miller,  hearing  steps,  came  forth  to  his  door, 
and  both  he  and  Otto  started. 

'  Good-morning,  miller,'  said  the  Prince.  '  You 
were  right,  it  seems,  and  I  was  wrong.  I  give  you 
the  news,  and  bid  you  to  Mittwalden.  My  throne 
has  fallen — great  was  the  fall  of  it ! — and  your  good 
friends  of  the  Phoenix  bear  the  rule.' 

The  red-faced  miller  looked  supreme  astonish- 
ment.    '  And  your  Highness  ? '  he  gasped. 

'  My  Highness  is  running  away,'  replied  Otto, 
'straight  for  the  frontier.' 

'  Leaving  Griinewald  ? '  cried  the  man.  '  Your 
father's  son  ?     It 's  not  to  be  permitted ! ' 

'  Do  you  arrest  us,  friend? '  asked  Otto,  smiling. 

'  Arrest    you  ?     I  ? '   exclaimed    the    man.     '  For 
what  does  your  Highness  take   me?     Why,  sir,  I 
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make  sure  there  is  not  a  man  in  Griinewald  would 
lay  hands  upon  you.' 

'  O,  many,  many,'  said  the  Prince ;  '  but  from 
you,  who  were  bold  with  me  in  my  greatness,  I 
should  even  look  for  aid  in  my  distress.' 

The  miller  became  the  colour  of  beetroot.  '  You 
may  say  so  indeed,'  said  he.  'And  meanwhile,  will 
you  and  your  lady  step  into  my  house  ? ' 

*  We  have  not  time  for  that,'  replied  the  Prince;  'but 
if  you  would  oblige  us  with  a  cup  of  wine  without 
here,  you  will  give  a  pleasure  and  a  service, both  in  one.' 

The  miller  once  more  coloured  to  the  nape.  He 
hastened  to  bring  forth  wine  in  a  pitcher  and  three 
bright  crystal  tumblers.  '  Your  Highness  must  not 
suppose,'  he  said,  as  he  filled  them,  'that  I  am  an 
habitual  drinker.  The  time  when  I  had  the  mis- 
fortune to  encounter  you  I  was  a  trifle  overtaken,  I 
allow;  but  a  more  sober  man  than  I  am  in  my 
ordinary,  I  do  not  know  where  you  are  to  look  for ; 
and  even  this  glass  that  I  drink  to  you  (and  to  the 
lady)  is  quite  an  unusual  recreation.' 

The  wine  was  drunk  with  due  rustic  courtesies ; 
and  then,  refusing  further  hospitality,  Otto  and 
Seraphina  once  more  proceeded  to  descend  the  glen, 
which  now  began  to  open  and  to  be  invaded  by  the 
taller  trees. 

'  I  owed  that  man  a  reparation,'  said  the  Prince ; 
'  for  when  we  met  I  was  in  the  wrong  and  put  a  sore 
affront  upon  him.  I  judge  by  myself,  perhaps ;  but 
I  begin  to  think  that  no  one  is  the  better  for  a 
humiliation.' 

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'But  some  have  to  be  taught  so,'  she  replied. 

'Well,  well,'  he  said,  with  a  painful  embarrass- 
ment. 'Well,  well.  But  let  us  think  of  safety. 
My  miller  is  all  very  good,  but  I  do  not  pin  my 
faith  to  him.  To  follow  down  this  stream  will 
bring  us,  but  after  innumerable  windings,  to  my 
house.  Here,  up  this  glade,  there  lies  a  cross-cut — 
the  world's  end  for  solitude — the  very  deer  scarce 
visit  it.  Are  you  too  tired,  or  could  you  pass  that 
way? ' 

'  Choose  the  path,  Otto.  I  will  follow  you,'  she 
said. 

'No,'  he  replied,  with  a  singular  imbecility  of 
manner  and  appearance,  '  but  I  meant  the  path  was 
rough.  It  lies,  all  the  way,  by  glade  and  dingle,  and 
the  dingles  are  both  deep  and  thorny.' 

'  Lead  on,'  she  said.  '  Are  you  not  Otto  the 
Hunter  ? ' 

They  had  now  burst  across  a  veil  of  underwood, 
and  were  come  into  a  lawn  among  the  forest,  very 
green  and  innocent,  and  solemnly  surrounded  by 
trees.  Otto  paused  on  the  margin,  looking  about 
him  with  delight ;  then  his  glance  returned  to 
Seraphina,  as  she  stood  framed  in  that  silvan 
pleasantness  and  looking  at  her  husband  with  un- 
decipherable eyes.  A  weakness  both  of  the  body 
and  mind  fell  on  him  like  beginnings  of  sleep ;  the 
cords  of  his  activity  were  relaxed,  his  eyes  clung  to 
her.  '  Let  us  rest,'  he  said ;  and  he  made  her  sit 
down,  and  himself  sat  down  beside  her  on  the  slope 
of  an  inconsiderable  mound. 
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She  sat  with  her  eyes  downcast,  her  slim  hand 
dabbling  in  grass,  like  a  maid  waiting  for  love's 
summons.  The  sound  of  the  wind  in  the  forest 
swelled  and  sank,  and  drew  near  them  with  a  run- 
ning rush,  and  died  away  and  away  in  the  distance 
into  fainting  whispers.  Nearer  hand,  a  bird  out  of 
the  deep  covert  uttered  broken  and  anxious  notes. 
All  this  seemed  but  a  halting  prelude  to  speech. 
To  Otto  it  seemed  as  if  the  whole  frame  of  nature 
were  waiting  for  his  words ;  and  yet  his  pride  kept 
him  silent.  The  longer  he  watched  that  slender 
and  pale  hand  plucking  at  the  grasses,  the  harder 
and  rougher  grew  the  fight  between  pride  and  its 
kindly  adversary. 

*  Seraphina,'  he  said  at  last,  '  it  is  right  you  should 
know  one  thing :  I  never  .  .  . '  He  was  about  to 
say  '  doubted  you,'  but  was  that  true  ?  And,  if  true, 
was  it  generous  to  speak  of  it  ?    Silence  succeeded. 

'I  pray  you,  tell  it  me,'  she  said;  'tell  it  me,  in 
pity.' 

'  I  mean  only  this,'  he  resumed,  *  that  I  under- 
stand all,  and  do  not  blame  you.  I  understand  how 
the  brave  woman  must  look  down  on  the  weak  man. 
I  think  you  were  wrong  in  some  things ;  but  I  have 
tried  to  understand  it,  and  I  do.  I  do  not  need  to 
forget  or  to  forgive,  Seraphina,  for  I  have  under- 
stood.' 

'  I  know  what  I  have  done,'  she  said.     '  I  am  not 

so  weak  that  I  can  be  deceived  with  kind  speeches. 

I  know  what  I  have  been — I  see  myself.     I  am  not 

worth  your  anger,  how  much  less  to  be  forgiven  ! 

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In  all  this  downfall  and  misery,  I  see  only  me  and 
you  :  you,  as  you  have  been  always  ;  me,  as  I  was — 
me,  above  all!  O  yes,  I  see  myself;  and  what  can 
I  think?' 

'  Ah,  then,  let  us  reverse  the  parts ! '  said  Otto. 
*  It  is  ourselves  we  cannot  forgive,  when  we  deny 
forgiveness  to  another — so  a  friend  told  me  last 
night.  On  these  terms,  Seraphina,  you  see  how 
generously  I  have  forgiven  myself.  But  am  not  / 
to  be  forgiven  ?  Come,  then,  forgive  yourself — 
and  me.' 

She  did  not  answer  in  words,  but  reached  out  her 
hand  to  him  quickly.  He  took  it ;  and  as  the  smooth 
fingers  settled  and  nestled  in  his,  love  ran  to  and  fro 
between  them  in  tender  and  transforming  currents. 

'  Seraphina,'  he  cried,  '  O  forget  the  past !  Let 
me  serve  and  help  you ;  let  me  be  your  servant ;  it 
is  enough  for  me  to  serve  you  and  to  be  near 
you ;  let  me  be  near  you,  dear — do  not  send  me 
away.'  He  hurried  his  pleading  like  the  speech  of  a 
frightened  child.  '  It  is  not  love,'  he  went  on  ;  '  I 
do  not  ask  for  love  ;  my  love  is  enough  .  .  .' 

•  Otto  ! '  she  said,  as  if  in  pain. 

He  looked  up  into  her  face.  It  was  wrung  with 
the  very  ecstasy  of  tenderness  and  anguish ;  on  her 
features,  and  most  of  all  in  her  changed  eyes,  there 
shone  the  very  light  of  love. 

'  Seraphina  ? '  he  cried  aloud,  and  with  a  sudden, 
tuneless  voice,  '  Seraphina  ? ' 

'Look  round  you  at  this  glade,'  she  cried,  'and 
where  the  leaves  are  comin  gon  young  trees,  and  the 
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flowers  begin  to  blossom.  This  is  where  we  meet, 
meet  for  the  first  time ;  it  is  so  much  better  to 
forget  and  to  be  born  again.  O  what  a  pit  there  is 
for  sins — God's  mercy,  man's  oblivion  ! ' 

'Seraphina,' he  said,  'let  it  be  so,  indeed;  let  all 
that  was  be  merely  the  abuse  of  dreaming ;  let  me 
begin  again,  a  stranger.  I  have  dreamed,  in  a  long 
dream,  that  I  adored  a  girl  unkind  and  beautiful ;  in 
all  things  my  superior,  but  still  cold,  like  ice.  And 
again  I  dreamed,  and  thought  she  changed  and 
melted,  glowed  and  turned  to  me.  And  I — who 
had  no  merit  but  a  love,  slavish  and  unerect — lay 
close,  and  durst  not  move  for  fear  of  waking.' 

'  Lie  close,'  she  said,  with  a  deep  thrill  of  speech. 

So  they  spake  in  the  spring  woods ;  and  mean- 
while, in  Mittwalden  Rath-haus,  the  Republic  was 
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The  reader  well  informed  in  modern  history  will  not 
require  details  as  to  the  fate  of  the  Republic.  The 
best  account  is  to  found  in  the  memoirs  of  Herr 
Greisengesang  (7  Bande :  Leipzig),  by  our  passing 
acquaintance  the  licentiate  Roederer.  Herr  Roederer, 
with  too  much  of  an  author's  licence,  makes  a  great 
figure  of  his  hero — poses  him,  indeed,  to  be  the 
centre-piece  and  cloud-compeller  of  the  whole.  But, 
with  due  allowance  for  this  bias,  the  book  is  able 
and  complete. 

The  reader  is  of  course  acquainted  with  the 
vigorous  and  bracing  pages  of  Sir  John  (2  vols., 
London  :  Longman,  Hurst,  Rees,  Orme  and  Brown). 
Sir  John,  who  plays  but  a  tooth-comb  in  the  orchestra 
of  this  historical  romance,  blows  in  his  own  book 
the  big  bassoon.  His  character  is  there  drawn  at 
large ;  and  the  sympathy  of  Landor  has  counter- 
signed the  admiration  of  the  public.  One  point, 
however,  calls  for  explanation ;  the  chapter  on 
Griinewald  was  torn  by  the  hand  of  the  author  in 
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the  palace  gardens ;  how  comes  it,  then,  to  figure  at 
full  length  among  my  more  modest  pages,  the  Lion 
of  the  caravan  ?  That  eminent  literatus  was  a  man 
of  method ;  '  Juvenal  by  double  entry,'  he  was  once 
profanely  called ;  and  when  he  tore  the  sheets  in 
question,  it  was  rather,  as  he  has  since  explained, 
in  the  search  for  some  dramatic  evidence  of  his 
sincerity,  than  with  the  thought  of  practical  deletion. 
At  that  time,  indeed,  he  was  possessed  of  two  blotted 
scrolls  and  a  fair  copy  in  double.  But  the  chapter, 
as  the  reader  knows,  was  honestly  omitted  from  the 
famous  'Memoirs  on  the  various  Courts  of  Europe.' 
It  has  been  mine  to  give  it  to  the  public. 

Bibliography  still  helps  us  with  a  further  glimpse 
of  our  characters.  I  have  here  before  me  a  small 
volume  (printed  for  private  circulation  :  no  printer's 
name ;  n.d.),  '  Poesies  par  Frederic  et  Amelie.' 
Mine  is  a  presentation  copy,  obtained  for  me  by  Mr. 
Bain  in  the  Haymarket ;  and  the  name  of  the  first 
owner  is  written  on  the  fly-leaf  in  the  hand  of 
Prince  Otto  himself.  The  modest  epigraph — 'Le 
rime  n'est  pas  riche ' — may  be  attributed,  with  a 
good  show  of  likelihood,  to  the  same  collaborator. 
It  is  strikingly  appropriate,  and  I  have  found  the 
volume  very  dreary.  Those  pieces  in  which  I  seem 
to  trace  the  hand  of  the  Princess  are  particularly 
dull  and  conscientious.  But  the  booklet  had  a  fair 
success  with  that  public  for  which  it  was  designed ; 
and  I  have  come  across  some  evidences  of  a  second 
venture  of  the  same  sort,  now  unprocurable.  Here, 
at  least,  we  may  take  leave  of  Otto  and  Seraphina — 

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what  do  I  say?  of  Frederic  and  Amelie — ageing 
together  peaceably  at  the  court  of  the  wife's  father, 
jingling  French  rhymes  and  correcting  joint  proofs. 

Still  following  the  book-lists,  I  perceive  that  Mr. 
Swinburne  has  dedicated  a  rousing  lyric  and  some 
vigorous  sonnets  to  the  memory  of  Gondremark ; 
that  name  appears  twice  at  least  in  Victor  Hugo's 
trumpet- blasts  of  patriot  enumeration  ;  and  I  came 
latterly,  when  I  supposed  my  task  already  ended,  on 
a  trace  of  the  fallen  politician  and  his  Countess.     It 
is  in  the  'Diary  of  J.   Hogg  Cotterill,  Esq.'  (that 
very   interesting    work).      Mr.    Cotterill,    being    at 
Naples,  is  introduced  (May  27th)  to  '  a  Baron  and 
Baroness  Gondremark — he  a  man  who  once  made  a 
noise — she  still   beautiful — both   witty.     She   com- 
plimented me  much  upon  my  French — should  never 
have  known   me   to   be   English — had   known   my 
uncle,  Sir  John,  in  Germany — recognised  in  me,  as 
a  family  trait,  some  of  his  grand  air  and  studious 
courtesy — asked    me    to    call.'     And    again    (May 
30th),  '  visited  the  Baronne  de  Gondremark — much 
gratified — a  most  refined,  intelligent  woman,  quite  of 
the  old  school,  now,  helas !  extinct — had  read  my 
Remarks  on  Sicily — it  reminds  her  of  my  uncle,  but 
with  more  of  grace — I  feared  she  thought  there  was 
less  energy — assured  no — a  softer  style  of  presenta- 
tion, more  of  the  literary  grace,  but  the  same  firm 
grasp   of    circumstance    and   force   of    thought — in 
short,  just  Buttonhole's  opinion.     Much  encouraged. 
I  have  a  real  esteem  for  this  patrician  lady.'     The 
acquaintance    lasted    some    time ;    and  when    Mr. 
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Cotterill  left  in  the  suite  of  Lord  Protocol,  and,  as 
he  is  careful  to  inform  us,  in  Admiral  Yardarm's 
flag-ship,  one  of  his  chief  causes  of  regret  is  to  leave 
'that  most  spirituelle  and  sympathetic  lady,  who 
already  regards  me  as  a  younger  brother.' 


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