Part 60 (2/2)
”I will tell you in confidence. I think she had given her heart to somebody else when she accepted the prince. Would to G.o.d she had been less reserved towards me, perhaps it would all have come differently.”
”Don't believe that! The girl has a kind of obstinate pride that no man can bend, perhaps not even fate. She will allow no one an absolute control over her decisions.”
”Tell me, Bemperly, what is the truth of this report, that your Frau von Berkow and Baron Oldenburg are living on very intimate terms with each other?” asked Sophie, after a short pause.
”Nothing; nothing at all!” said Bemperlein, very earnestly. ”I should like to know what people have to do with that. There is an old friends.h.i.+p between them, which dates back to the years when they were children. That is all. Then they are neighbors, and must needs see each other frequently--is not that perfectly natural? Why could not they marry each other if they liked it? Instead of that the baron goes to Paris, and leaves her, amid snow and ice, quite alone at Berkow. Does not that show as clear as daylight that there is no question of love between them?--or it must be a strange kind of love.”
At that moment Sophie started with joy. She had caught a glimpse of a tall, elegant man with a black beard, who was hastily pa.s.sing the window.
”There is Franz!” cried the young wife, her large blue eyes brightening up and her cheeks blus.h.i.+ng a deep red. ”Hide yourself, Bemperly!”
”But where?” said Mr. Bemperlein, looking around in the room.
”There, behind the curtain! Hold it together in the middle, so that it cannot open--thus!”
The bell was rung. Immediately afterwards the door of the room opened, and Franz entered with rapid steps.
”Has not Bemperlein come?”
”Do you see him anywhere?”
Franz, it is true, did not see Mr. Anastasius Bemperlein, but upon a chair a gentleman's hat; and, besides, the folds of the heavy curtain arranged in a manner which very clearly betrayed the efforts of a hand to hold them together.
So he said:
”That man Bemperlein is, after all, an utterly unreliable, frivolous, unconscionable whipper-snapper; a man without faith, without principle; a quack, whom I have regretted over and over again to have recommended to Mr. Planke as director of his chemical manufactory, so that he has actually engaged him with a salary of a thousand a year and five per cent, of the clear receipts. He is a perfect Don Giovanni of a Bemperlein, who has secret interviews with the wives of his friends, hides himself when they return behind curtains, and is stupid enough to leave his hat in the middle of the room. A harlequin of a Bemperlein----”
”Stop!” said that gentleman, opening the curtain ”I am found out!”
The two friends embraced with great cordiality.
”Do you know whom I have just seen?” asked Franz after the most important questions had been fully answered.
”Well?” cried Bemperlein and Sophie.
”Baron Oldenburg and Frau von Berkow.”
”Impossible!” exclaimed Bemperlein, casting an embarra.s.sed look at Sophie, and receiving in return a triumphant smile.
”As I tell you. I met them arm in arm near the palace. Frau von Berkow has given me her address and asked me to call on her. There! Broad street. No. 54. She has furnished lodgings. This, and the circ.u.mstance that she has her children with her, make me believe that she has come here for some time. I told her we were expecting Bemperlein to-day, and she seemed to be very glad to hear it. Baron Oldenburg also sends his best regards, and wants you to know that he has returned only yesterday from Paris, in company with Professor Berger. You know, I suppose, that the two met in Paris and witnessed the whole revolution? They are staying at the Hotel de Russie Unter den Linden. I have advised Frau von Berkow, if she has not very pressing business here, to leave the city, because we shall in all probability have very troublesome times soon. Albert street is full of people, swarming to and fro like an ant-hill in uproar. Aids and orderlies are galloping through the streets at full speed. At the corner of Albert and Bear streets they had actually guns in position. Under the Lindens, they say, there has actually been a collision, and an officer of the guards is said to have been brutally ill-treated by the mob. Some said it was Prince Waldenberg. The excitement was so great that the people left the grand opera, although they were giving a new ballet, soon after the beginning of the performance. In Fisher street the mob has attacked a gun-shop, and an acquaintance of mine saw in Gold street the beginning of a barricade. In one word, the city is in a state of feverish excitement, and therefore, little wife, you had better bring out your tea, instead of standing there with your mouth wide open and swallowing the horrible news.”
Sophie fell upon her husband's neck, pressed a kiss on his lips, and went out to order supper. The two friends sat down on the sofa and discussed their own and public affairs with that seriousness and thoroughness which becomes wise men.
CHAPTER VII.
The ”Dismal Hole” was one of those suspicious places to which respectable people never resort, even after a long and dusty walk, when some refreshment seems to be needed. Young men, perhaps, who have less virtue than desire to enjoy life, and whom the spirit of mischief has led far from their accustomed haunts, occasionally drift into its sombre halls, and find next morning their heads aching furiously, and their minds filled with confused but by no means pleasant reminiscences of the night. Nevertheless the ”Dismal Hole” was found in a by-street of a very fas.h.i.+onable quarter of the city, and very modest in the day.
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