Part 19 (1/2)
Antonie and Marietta were chatting over the approaching arrival of the Court at Furstenstein, and the former, who possessed little taste in the matter of dress, was asking her friend's advice about some details of the toilette, and Marietta was giving it eagerly.
”What are you going to wear with this gown?” asked Marietta. ”Roses of course, white or very delicate ones. They will suit admirably with this faint blue.”
”No, I can't get roses,” Toni declared. ”I shall wear china asters.”
”Better wear sunflowers. Why should you, a young girl, just affianced, too, wear such autumnal flowers? I do love roses so, and wear them whenever opportunity offers. I was so disappointed that I couldn't have one for my hair for the burgermeister's party to-night, but there isn't one to be had in Waldhofen. It is getting late in the year for them.”
”The castle gardener has a rose tree in bloom in one of the hot-houses,”
said Antonie in her sleepy manner, which formed so decided a contrast to her friend's sharp, decisive tones.
Marietta shook her head with a laugh. ”They're for the d.u.c.h.ess without doubt, so we cannot beg for them, and must think of something in their stead. And now that we are entering upon the toilet question, your presence, Herr von Eschenhagen, is quite unnecessary. You don't know anything about such matters, and our chatter must weary you greatly. But in spite of all, you don't desert us, and what have I done so very remarkable, pray, that you stare at me all the time?”
The words sounded very ungracious. Will was startled, for the last question was only too true. He had just been thinking how well a fresh, half-blown rose would look peeping from those dark, curly locks. Toni, who had not observed how attentively he was gazing at her friend, now said good-naturedly:
”Yes, Will, do go. You'll be wearied to death with our gossip, and I'm not half through yet--I have a great deal to tell Marietta.”
”As you will, dear Toni,” answered her lover, hesitatingly. ”But I may come back again?”
”Of course, whenever you wish.”
Willibald went. It did not annoy him in the least, this having to desert his post of observation. He was thinking of something quite different as he stood for a moment alone in a little ante-room. The result of his thoughts was that he left the castle a few minutes later, and directed his steps toward the head gardener's quarters.
Scarcely had he left the room when Marietta sprang up exclaiming:
”Heavens, but you're a pokey pair of lovers!”
”But, Marietta,” said Toni, vexed.
”Yes, whether you are vexed with me or not, I must say it. I had expected such a jolly time when I heard you were engaged. You never were particularly lively, but as for this fiance of yours he don't seem to know how to talk at all. What in the world did he say when he proposed to you? Or did his mother do it for him?”
”Don't jest all the time,” said Toni, really angry now. ”It's only in your presence he's so silent; when we're alone he can talk glibly enough.”
”Yes, over the new thres.h.i.+ng-machine which he has invented himself. I heard him talking about it just as I came in, and you were listening all ears. Oh, you'll be a pattern man and wife, and rule Burgsdorf in a most exemplary manner, but heaven protect me from such a happy marriage.”
”Marietta, you are very rude,” said the young girl, highly incensed now.
In the same moment her friend had thrown her arms around her neck, and said coaxingly: ”Do not be angry, Toni. I did not mean to be disagreeable, and do indeed rejoice in my heart if you are happy; only you see--every one to his taste; my husband must be different from yours.”
”Well, what must he be, pray?” asked Toni, resentful yet, but mollified by her friend's coaxing tone.
”In the first place he must be under my rule and not under his mother's; second, he must be an honest, upright man, of whose protection I can feel a.s.sured--that's not inconsistent with petticoat government, so long as I do the governing. He need not be much of a talker. I'll attend to that part myself. But he must love me, love me better than father and mother or houses or lands, better than his thres.h.i.+ng-machine, even--I must be first in his thoughts, ever and always.”
Toni shrugged her shoulders contemptuously. ”You have very childish ideas at times, Marietta; but let us decide about the gowns.”
”Yes, we'd better do that at once, for your dearly beloved will come back soon and plant himself down like a sentinel between us. He certainly has a talent for standing sentry. Now as to this blue silk--”
Even now the pros and cons of dress could not go on smoothly, for Frau von Eschenhagen opened the door at this moment, and called Toni to give her advice concerning some household matter. Toni rose at once and left the room, but, instead of following her, her aunt remained and sank down in a chair by the window. Frau von Eschenhagen wished to see for herself. Will had not satisfied her; he had grown red and embarra.s.sed when called upon to repeat the girlish gossip which had taken place between the two maidens, and his mother, who believed all this light chatter but a cloak for something worse, determined to take the matter into her own hands.
Marietta had risen respectfully at the entrance of the elder woman, whom she had met but once before, and whose inimical bearing toward herself she had not perceived in the joy of her first meeting again with her friends. She only noticed that Toni's future mother-in-law was not a cordial woman. This morning Frau Regine looked her over from head to foot with a critical eye. Marietta seemed to her like all other girls, but she was pretty, very pretty--and that was bad. She had short curly hair all over her head--and that was worse.
There was no mistaking Frau Regine's att.i.tude toward the young singer, whom she now begun to question. ”You are a friend of my son's betrothed, I believe?”