Part 24 (1/2)
But he did. He consented 'gruffly,' as Elfrida expressed it, that his family should take part in the festival, and even insisted that Johanna should join the rest. He himself, he said, was an old man, and not fit for such merry-makings. He made no allusion to the Klausenburgs' having arranged the party in his grandson's honour, and intimidated the overconfident young lady who had gone to him to such a degree--how, she could not herself tell--that she declared to Magelone that no power on earth should induce her ever again to cross the threshold of her grandfather's study. ”How strange it is,” she added, ”that the most amiable of men should be the grandson of that ogre!”
'The most amiable of men' soon succeeded in dispersing Elfrida's annoyance. Her customary high spirits returned during the drive, and when they reached the forest her loud laugh echoed in shrill discord with the peaceful woodland sounds.
It was still noisier beneath the three oaks; there was the rattle of cups and plates, and the talking and laughter of the various groups seated at their ease in the shade. On one side the deep ba.s.s of the Forstmeister von Grunroda resounded, and on the other the cackling laugh of Colonel von Remmingen arose amid the droning monotone of Countess Klausenburg, and the commanding tones of the stout wife of the bailiff, to whom the arrangement of the feast was intrusted, and who was a.s.sisted by her nephew and niece, and by the Remmingen nursery, as Elfrida called the colonel's three fair rosy daughters, aged respectively sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen, while loud shouts from another group greeted the anecdotes of the jovial doctor of the village.
Then came the welcome of the new arrivals, with question and reply as to the Freiherr's absence. Suddenly, at a sign from Count Klausenburg, a horn sounded from the neighbouring shrubbery, and the younger portion of the a.s.sembly hastily grouped themselves together, and sang a birthday carol to the air of 'Ye s.h.i.+ning stars above us,' with an obligato on the horn.
Under the disguise of intentional exaggeration the song paid to the hero of the hour every compliment which he could possibly accept, and which Otto certainly seemed to accept as he listened with sparkling eyes and a self-satisfied smile. When the last tones had died away, and singers and audience thronged around him to shake hands with him and wish him joy, he expressed his pleasure in the charming surprise, and declared that he never could forget this most delightful birthday fete.
”Is he speaking truth, or playing a part?” Johanna asked herself. She had listened with downcast eyes in painful confusion while she heard Otto's chanted praise for having in early youth supplemented the glory of the soldier with the pursuit of serious labour, for which field and grove offered him their best gifts, and the grateful soil promised to bind him in imperishable fetters of fairest flowers.
”A charming poem, is it not? What a delightful talent is that of the poet!” Herr von Rothkirch repeated again and again, as he pa.s.sed from group to group.
”Indescribably stupid and out of taste,--actually insufferable!”
Magelone whispered to Aunt Thekla.
The old lady drew her aside in terror. ”Pray, pray, child, take care!”
she said. ”Countess Klausenburg has just confided to me that Elfrida composed the poem!”
”Of course; who but she?” Magelone pouted. ”She personates the 'grateful soil'; the fair Elfrida is shamelessly throwing herself at his head.
Just look! Just look!”
Otto was just then bowing before her; she held out both hands to him, and she looked around triumphantly as he kissed them.
”He cannot but thank her,” Aunt Thekla said, by way of excuse. Magelone clinched her little fists in angry disgust. Herr Rothkirch approached her with his unlucky question, ”Charming poem, is it not?”
Aunt Thekla looked anxiously at Magelone, who, however, had collected herself, and with a laugh, in which Herr Rothkirch did not notice the mockery, she took his arm and followed him to where the younger portion of the a.s.sembly were engaged in earnest consultation. Otto and Elfrida came towards them from the other side.
”At last!” Otto whispered to Magelone.
She shrugged her shoulders, scarce perceptibly. ”Take care that Elfrida does not hear you,” she whispered in return; and then she turned to Herr von Rothkirch with her gayest air. ”Yes, with pleasure.
Puss-in-the-corner is delightful,” she replied to his question, and in an instant she had flitted to the nearest tree and clasped its trunk with a burst of silvery laughter.
Elfrida seized Otto's hand. ”Here, here! there are two trees left,” she cried, and dragged him away with her. He was her property to-day,--the captive of her bow and spear.
Somewhat apart in the deep shade, unnoticed and unmissed, Johanna sat gazing about her with veiled eyes, and feeling separated as by invisible barriers from all this merry-making.
”Am I, then, so much older than my years?” she asked herself, ”or is it really so long since I enjoyed my youth and the summer-time in Lindenbad? Or does my father's grave still lie between me and life?”
She looked towards the players. Otto, who had lost his tree, was looking about for another, amid the mocking shouts and laughter of those who flitted past him exchanging places. Suddenly Elfrida came leaping along, more like a Valkyria than ever. He tried to catch her; she sprang aside, tripped and fell, and was clasped the next moment in Otto's arms. Only for an instant; in the next she extricated herself, and laughed in her careless fas.h.i.+on, unmindful of the looks and shrugs of the lookers-on, whilst Otto contemplated her with a triumphant smile.
”Is it possible that all this clumsy homage can gratify him?” thought Johanna, ”or has he, perhaps, found the all-delivering love which he sought awhile ago from me? Elfrida's light clasp of his hand before she left him certainly looked like an understanding between them.”
Involuntarily she arose, to flee from a sight that so pained her. Otto, who was hastening to the tree that Elfrida had left, saw her, and was at her side in an instant. ”Where are you going, Johanna?” he asked. ”Come, join our game----”
”I cannot,” she whispered, withdrew the hand he would have taken, and hurried away, for Elfrida came rus.h.i.+ng up to take possession of Otto's tree, and her peals of laughter rang in Johanna's ears as she slowly sauntered along the woodland path.
For a moment Otto looked after her, and was conscious of a sensation of annoyance; he ought to have paid her some attention before; she had a right to expect it of him. But ought she not, just because she had laid him under obligations, to be doubly careful to avoid everything that could remind him of these obligations? Ought she not, if she really liked him, to take pleasure in his cheerfulness? Instead of which she adopted a tragic, sentimental air. He did not feel at all disposed to sympathize with it at present.