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He is usually quite reserved. Ah, how I envy those who possess such self-control. I have none. The demonstrative are always flattering themselves that their irrepressibility is simple honesty, whereas it is nothing but weakness.
"Bronnen tells me that you write to him at times. Can it be possible that a single thought of yours enters this palace, without being mine?
"I am delighted to know that we return to the summer palace in a fortnight from now. Cities ought to vanish during the summer. We ought to be able to transport our houses into the woods, among the mountains, or in the valleys, and in the winter they might be brought together again.
"Last evening, while we were sitting on the verandah, we were greatly amused by a joke of my brother Bruno's. He gave us a description of what might happen if the feet of all the four-post bedsteads in the city were endowed with life and, with their contents, were to come stalking along the garden-walks. It was very droll. Of course, there was some little that was scarcely proper; but Bruno, with all his impertinence, has so charming a manner that he knew how to couch his descriptions in most discreet yet piquant terms.
"It was this that suggested the idea of a migration of houses.
"It was a lively evening, full of merry jests that still seem to ring in my ears while I write to you.
"The king has a new walking-stick--he has quite a collection of such--and this one pays court to me.
"I am said to be intellectual, and this walking-stick is intellectual _par excellence_, and 'birds of a feather flock together,' you know.
"It is Baron Schnabelsdorf, privy councilor of one of the legations.
"Picture to yourself a dapper, beardless bachelor, always in faultless attire. Every one of the few hairs left him is made to do service, and is artistically brushed up into the form of a c.o.c.k's comb. He pa.s.ses for an authority in matters of statecraft. He has just returned from Rome, and was formerly attached to the emba.s.sies at Paris and Madrid and, if I am not mistaken, that at Stockholm, also. He is a fluent and ready anecdotist. He must have a familiar spirit who crams for him, for he knows everything, from the cut of Queen Elizabeth's sleeve to the latest discoveries in the milky-way and the recent excavations at Nineveh. The ladies and gentlemen have several times amused themselves by reading up one or more articles in the encyclopedia, and then directing their conversation to the subjects they had prepared themselves upon. But the omniscient Baron was, even then, better informed as to dates and circ.u.mstances than they were. He is always provided with a _bonbonniere_ full of piquant anecdotes. He is almost constantly with the king, and it is rumored that a high position will soon be conferred upon him.
"What do you think of it? had I better marry him?
"My brother would like me to do so and, although he stoutly denies it, I still believe that Schnabelsdorf sent him to broach the affair to me.
I could not help laughing, if I were to stand at the altar with this learned walking-stick. But it is, nevertheless, very flattering to know that so learned a man desires me as his spouse.
"I must be excessively learned and clever, and you ought to respect me accordingly.
"A thousand greetings and kisses, from
"Your ever spoiled
"Irma.
"P. S.--The queen's brother, the hereditary prince of ----, was at the christening, and his wife was also present. She rarely utters a word, but is beautiful. It is reported that the hereditary prince intends to seek a divorce from her, as she is childless. If, as really seems to be the case, she loves her husband, how terribly the poor thing must feel.
She must have noticed my interest in her, for she treats me with marked favor, and has more to say to me than any one else. She wishes me to ride with her. The christening ceremonies were impressive and beautiful. At church, I wore a white moire dress, and a veil fastened to my _coiffure_.
"At the banquet, Baron Schoning, the chamberlain, escorted me to the table. I am regarded here as of a highly poetic temperament, and the chamberlain has already presented me with a copy of his poems. (You know them. He has disguised his sublime emotions in the Highland dialect.) He affects my company and, while at table, told me lots of fearfully silly stuff. Well, as I was going to say, at the banquet I wore a dress of sea-green silk, cut out square _a la madonna_, and in my hair a simple wreath of heather. They all said that I looked very well, and I am inclined to believe that they told the truth."
BOOK II.
CHAPTER I.
Life at the palace again moved in its wonted channel. Bulletins as to the condition of the queen and the crown prince, were no longer issued.
The amnesty which had been proclaimed in consequence of the happy event, had been received with satisfaction throughout the land.
Irma spent much of her time in the crown prince's apartments, and endeavored to enter into the feelings of the peasant woman who had been transplanted into a world that was entirely new and strange to her. She was greatly amused by the droll conceits that this new life awakened in Walpurga. Her peculiar way of looking at things was frequently in accord with Walpurga's simple-minded notions, and when Irma was absent, the nurse would speak to the child for hours, endeavoring, as it were, to outdo herself with all sorts of droll expressions which, eccentric as they were, failed to satisfy her.
A strong and deep spring of happiness and content, earnest resolve and all that makes men true, welled up from Walpurga's soul and ministered to the benefit of the babe that she had pressed to her bosom; the child had become as a part of herself.
With constant regularity the prince was daily carried to the queen.
That was the event of the day, after which life, in the crown prince's apartments, went on in its usual course.
Doctor Gunther now relaxed his orders; for one day, he said: "The weather is charming, and it will do the prince good to send him out of doors a little while. We will arrange it in this way:--At eleven o'clock, you can drive out with Walpurga and the prince, as far as the Nymph's Grove. Arrived there, you can walk about with the child under the pines, or can sit down, if you wish to do so. After remaining there about half an hour, you will return and at once remove to the new apartments. You have taken good care of yourself, Walpurga; continue to do so. Let nothing move you from your accustomed ways, and you will continue to afford pleasure to all of us, as well as to yourself."
Walpurga was quite beside herself with happiness. "We're going out riding," said she to the child, when the physician had left. "G.o.d sends you everything good while you are asleep. But you'll let me have some, too, won't you? for you've a good heart, and I've given you mine."
Walpurga would have continued in this vein for a long while, but Mademoiselle Kramer came up and, while gently patting her cheeks, said: "You'll have red cheeks again. Show your love for the prince, with calmness and moderation, and not with such extravagant expressions."
"You're right," said Walpurga. "It's true; I'm not always so. I was always cheerful, but prudent at the same time: not so giddy as I now am," said she, after she had walked up and down the room several times, and at last sat down by the window. "I'll tell you what ails me."
"Indeed, does anything ail you?"
"Yes, the worst of all ills. I've nothing to do. I don't know what to put my hands to. This constant talking, dressing and undressing, eating and drinking, with nothing else to do, makes me stupid. The next time the doctor comes, tell him to give me some work. I'll carry wood or do anything that is to be done. They're mowing the gra.s.s in the palace garden, and if I could only be down there with them, I'd feel the better of it. No man could beat me at mowing gra.s.s. Grubersepp often used to say that the women sharpened their scythes seven times as often as the men, but that never happened with me."
"Oh, that would never do. But I shall see that you get some exercise."
"Come, you're to go out of doors, into the fresh air," said Walpurga to the prince.
"Thy cage is open! Fly away, Far o'er land and sea.
But tell me, birdie; tell me pray,-- Where can my darling be?"
"What a pity that the birds have stopped singing. Yes, dear child, they only sing so long as there are young ones in the nest; but I shall have you in my nest for a whole year, and I'll sing better than the birds could,"--and she sang:
"Ah, blissful is the tender tie That binds me, love, to thee, And swiftly speed the hours by When thou art near to me.
"My heart doth bear a burden, love, And thou hast placed it there-- And I would wager e'en my life That none doth heavier bear."
"Brava! charming!" said Countess Irma, entering the room. "I should like to learn that song. Sing it again."
Walpurga repeated it and, at the second verse, Irma joined in the song.
"It doesn't really suit a child," said Walpurga, "but what does such a youngster know about lowing cows or singing birds? It's all one to him.
We're going out riding to-day. Do you go with us?"
"I would be glad to ride with you, but I may not," replied Countess Irma.
"Then you're not allowed to do whatever you please."
Her words surprised Irma: "What do you mean?" asked she, sharply.
"Forgive me, if I've said anything stupid. I only meant to say you're in service as well as the rest of us. You're a maid of honor, I believe."