Part 61 (1/2)

”Oh, that is too comical!... The tree toad!”

CHAPTER XXVI

As the sun was setting the young couple reached home, and after Katherine had given her hat and cloak to Minette and had ordered tea, she followed Botho into his room, because she thought it fitting to spend the whole of the first day after her journey in his company, and besides she really wished to stay with him.

Botho was content, and because she was s.h.i.+vering, he put a cus.h.i.+on under her feet and spread a plaid over her. Soon afterwards he was called away, on account of some official business which required prompt attention.

The time pa.s.sed and since the cus.h.i.+on and plaid did not quite suffice to give the requisite warmth, Katherine rang and asked the servant to bring a couple of pieces of wood; she was so cold.

At the same time she rose, to set the fire screen to one side, and in doing this, she saw the little heap of ashes, which still lay on the iron plate of the fire place.

At this very moment Botho came in again and was startled at what he saw. But he was immediately rea.s.sured, as Katherine pointed to the ashes and said in her most playful tone: ”What does this mean, Botho.

Look there, I have caught you again. Now confess. Love letters? Yes or no?”

”Of course you will believe what you choose.”

”Yes or no?”

”Very well then; yes.”

”That is right. Now I am satisfied. Love letters! That is too comical.

But perhaps we had better burn them twice; first to ashes and then to smoke. Perhaps that will bring good luck.”

And she took the pieces of wood that the servant had brought in the meantime, laid them skilfully together and started to light them with a couple of matches. The wood caught. In a moment the fire was blazing brightly and as she drew the armchair up before it and put her feet comfortably on the iron fender to warm them, she said: ”And now I will tell you the story of the Russian, who naturally was not a Russian. But she was a very clever person. She had almond eyes, all such persons have almond eyes, and she gave out that she was at Schlangenbad for the sake of the cure. Well, one knows what that means. She had no doctor, at least no regular physician, but every day she went to Frankfort or Wiesbaden, or even to Darmstadt, and she always had an escort. And some even said that it was not always the same one. And you just ought to have seen her toilettes and her conceited airs! She would scarcely bow to anyone when she came to the table d'hote with her chaperon. For she had a chaperon--that is always the first requisite for such ladies. And we called her 'the Pompadour,' I mean the Russian, and she knew that we called her that too. And the general's wife, old Frau von Wedell, who was entirely on our side and was quite indignant over this doubtful person (for she was a _person_, there could be no doubt about that)--Frau Wedell, I say, said right out loud across the table: 'Yes, ladies, the fas.h.i.+ons change in everything even in pockets large and small and in purses long and short. When I was young, there were still Pompadours, but now there are no longer any Pompadours. Is not that so?

There are no longer any Pompadours?' And as she said this we all laughed and looked at the Pompadour. But the shocking person won a victory over us for all that for she said in a loud, sharp tone (old Frau von Wedell was rather deaf) 'Yes, Frau Generalin, it is exactly as you say. Only it is strange, that as the Pompadours went out reticules came in, and presently they were called Ridicules and such Ridicules we still have.' And as she spoke she looked at good old Frau von Wedell, who, since she could not answer, rose from the table and left the room.

And now I should like to ask you, what have you to say to this? What do you think of such impertinence?... But, Botho, you are not saying anything. You are not listening....”

”Oh yes, I am, Katherine....”

Three weeks later there was a wedding in Jacob's church, the cloister-like court in front of which was filled with a large and curious crowd, mostly workingmen's wives, some of them with children on their arms. But there were some school children and street children among them too. A number of carriages drove up, from one of the first of which a couple alighted, who were accompanied by laughter and comments, as long as they were in sight.

”Such a figure!” said one of the women who stood nearest.

”Figure?”

”Well, her hips.”

”They are more like the sides of a whale.”