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"I will gratify your highness. I myself would like to hear the opera without partic.i.p.ating in it. Ladies and gentlemen of the coulisses, be so kind as to return! Gentlemen of the orchestra, resume your instruments! Ga.s.sman, have the goodness to lead. Do your best. Let us have your highest interpretation of art--for you have an audience such as you may never have again. Prince Kaunitz and Ritter Gluck are your listeners!"
CHAPTER x.x.x.
AN UNFORTUNATE MEETING.
Festival followed festival. The streets of the beautiful capital of Tyrol were gay with the mult.i.tudes who thronged to the marriage of the empress's second son.
It was the second day after the wedding. On the first evening the opera of "Orpheus and Eurydice" had been triumphantly represented before the elite of the city. A second representation had been called for by the delighted audience, although at the imperial palace a magnificent mask ball was to be given, for which two thousand invitations had been issued. It was a splendid confusion of lights, jewels, velvet, satins, and flowers. All the nations of the world had met in that imperial ballroom; not only mortals, but fairies, sylphides, and heathen G.o.ds and G.o.ddesses. It was a bewildering scene, that crowd of fantastic revellers, whose faces were every one hidden by velvet masks, through which dark eyes glittered, like stars upon the blackness of the night.
The imperial family alone appeared without masks. Maria Theresa, in a dress of blue velvet, studded with golden embroidery, her fair white forehead encircled by a coronet of diamonds and sapphires, walked among her guests with enchanting smiles and gracious words. She leaned upon the arm of the King of Rome, who, looking more cheerful than usual, chatted gayly with his mother or with the crowd around them. Near them were the Grand Duke Leopold and his bride, so absorbed in one another that it was easy to see that they at least were happy in their affections. Behind them flocked the young archd.u.c.h.esses, who were enjoying the ball to the utmost. Whenever the empress approached a group of her guests, they stood in respectful silence while she and her handsome family pa.s.sed by: but as soon as she had left them, their admiration burst forth in every imaginable form of words. The empress, who overheard these murmured plaudits, smiled proudly upon her young daughters, who, even if they had been no archd.u.c.h.esses, would still have been the handsomest girls in Austria.
While the empress, in the full splendor of her rank and beauty, was representing the sovereign of Austria, the emperor, mingling with the guests, was taking the liberty of amusing himself as ordinary mortals love to do at a masked ball. On his arm hung a mask of most graceful figure, but so completely was she disguised that nothing could be ascertained with regard to her name or rank. Some whispered that it was the emperor's new favorite, the Countess of Auersberg.
As the pair went by, the emperor overheard the conjectures of the crowd, and he turned with a smile to the lady who accompanied him.
"Do not fear," said he; "there is no danger of your being recognized.
You are mistaken for another lady. I promised you that you should meet Joseph here, and I will keep my promise. Let us try to make our way through the crowd, that we may join him as soon as possible; for I feel oppressed this evening, I know not why."
"Oh, then, your majesty, let me go back into the anteroom," said the veiled lady. "I begin to feel all the rashness of my undertaking, and although it has the sanction of your majesty and the empress, I feel like a criminal, every moment dreading discovery. Let us go back."
"No, no," replied the emperor, "let us remain until the interview with Joseph is over. I shall feel no better in the anteroom than here. I never shall be well until I leave this beautiful, fearful Tyrol. Its mountains weigh heavily upon my head and my breast. But let us sit down awhile. I love to listen to the people's talk, when the court is not by."
"But while your majesty is present the court is here," said the lady.
"Not so, my dear," whispered the emperor; "the empress and my children are the court, I am but a private n.o.bleman. Ah, there they come! See how beautiful and stately the empress looks! Who would suppose that this grown-up family were her children!--But she, she signs us to approach.
Take courage, and await me here."
So saying, the emperor hastened toward his wife, who received him with a loving smile of welcome.
"Now, my son," said she, withdrawing her arm from Joseph, "I give you your freedom. I advise you to mix among the masks, and to go in search of adventures. We have done enough for ceremony, I think we may now enjoy ourselves a little like the rest of mankind. If we were younger, Franzel, we, too, would mix with yonder crowd, and dance awhile. But I suppose we must leave that to our children, and betake ourselves to the card-table or to the opera-house."
"If your majesty leaves me the choice," said the emperor, "I vote for the opera."
The empress took his arm, while she turned to the Countess Lerchenfeld, the governess of the archd.u.c.h.esses. "To the dancing-room, countess,"
said she; "the archd.u.c.h.esses may dance, but no masks must enter the room. Now, my dear husband, follow me. Adieu, Joseph! To-morrow I expect to hear what fortune has befallen you to-night."
"Your majesty forgets that Fortune is a woman," returned Joseph, smiling, "and you know that I have no luck with women."
"Or you will not have it," said the empress, laughing, and leaving her son to his thoughts.
"Or you will not have it," repeated a soft voice near, and Joseph, turning, saw an elegant-looking woman, veiled and masked.
"Fair mask," said he, smiling, "although you have the qualities of Echo, you have not yet pined away to invisibility."
"Perhaps, sire, my body is only the coffin of my heart, and my heart the unfortunate Echo that has grieved herself to death and invisibility. But perhaps your majesty does not believe in the power of grief, for doubtless you are unacquainted with its pangs."
"And why should you imagine that I am unacquainted with grief?" asked Joseph.
"Because your majesty's station is exalted above that of other men; because G.o.d has blessed you with a n.o.ble heart, that is worthy of your destiny--the destiny which gives you the power of making other mortals happy."
"How do you know all this?"
"I see it," whispered she, "in your eyes--those eyes that reflect the blue of heaven. Oh, sire, may never a cloud darken that heaven!"
"I thank you for your pious wish," replied the king sadly, "but if you are mortal, you know that in this world there are no such things as cloudless skies. Let us not speak of such serious matters; give me your arm, and let us join in the mirth that is around us."
"If your majesty will permit me, I will while away the hour by relating to you a sad story of life."
"Why a sad story, why not a merry one?"
"Because I came here for no other object than to relate this sad story to yourself. I came to crave your majesty's sympathy and clemency in behalf of a suffering fellow-creature."
"Can I do any thing in the matter?" asked the king.
"From your majesty alone do I hope for succor."
"Very well; if so, let me hear the story. I will listen."
"Sire, my mournful history will ill accord with the merriment of a ballroom. If you will condescend to go with me to one of the boxes in the gallery, I will there confide my secret to your ear, and there I hope to soften your heart. Oh, sire, do not tarry; it is a case of life or death."
"Well," said Joseph, after a pause, "I will go. After all, I am about to have an adventure."
The mask bowed, and made her way through the crowd to a side-door which opened upon the private staircase leading to the boxes. Joseph looked with interest at the light and elegant form that preceded him, and said to himself, "Truly an adventure! I will follow it to the end."
They were now in the galleries, from whence a beautiful view of the ballroom was obtained. The lady entered a box, the king followed. The sound of the music, and the gay voices of the dancers, came with softened murmur to the ears of the king. He thought of the past, but rousing himself to the exigencies of the present, he turned to the lady and said: "Now, fair mask, to your narrative."
"Swear first to bear me to the end! Swear it by the memory of Isabella, whom you so pa.s.sionately loved!"
"Isabella!" cried Joseph, turning pale. "You are very bold, madame, to call that name, and call it here! But speak. By her loved memory I will listen."
She took his hand, and pressed it to her lips. Then she begged the king to be seated, and took her place by his side.
"Sire, I wish to relate to you the history of a woman whom G.o.d has either blessed or cursed; a woman who, if she were not most unfortunate, would be the happiest of mortals."
"You speak as the Sphinx did before the gates of Thebes. How can one be at the same time blessed and cursed?"
"Sire, it is a blessing to be capable of loving with pa.s.sion; it is a curse to love, and not be loved in return."
"And a greater curse," murmured Joseph, "to feign love and not to feel it. I have been a victim of such hypocrisy, and never shall I outlive its bitter memories."
"Sire," began the lady, "the woman of whom I speak would willingly give a year of her life if the man she loves would but vouchsafe to her thirsting heart one single glance of love. Think how wretched she must be, when even the appearance of love would satisfy her. But do not suppose, sire, that this woman is the victim of a guilty pa.s.sion which she dare not own. She is a wife, and the man she adores, and who loves her not, is her husband."
"Why does he not love her?" asked Joseph quickly.
"Because," said the mask, in an agitated voice, "because she has sinned against him. On the day of her marriage, although he n.o.bly invited her confidence, she hid from him a--a--malady. Oh, in mercy, do not go! You MUST hear me" cried she; almost frenzied, "you swore by the memory of Isabella to listen."