Part 28 (1/2)

With that exception, everything was a success, and the crowd which moved hither and thither over the broad, green meadow, near which Bucheneck lay, were in high spirits. The duke, who had handled his fowling piece with more than usual skill, was in the best of humors; the d.u.c.h.ess chatted gaily with the ladies, and the head forester fairly beamed with pleasure, for the prince had congratulated him warmly upon his faculty for doing perfectly all he undertook. Frau von Wallmoden, who kept near the d.u.c.h.ess, was the object of much attention; she was unquestionably the most beautiful woman there; the others needed for the most part rich toilettes and glittering gems to set off their beauty.

Here in the clear light of the midday sun, clad in dark riding habits, which permitted neither color nor adornment, many paled who were at other times very attractive in appearance, but Frau von Wallmoden, with her slender figure and erect bearing, which seemed especially suited to the saddle, her clear skin, large, earnest eyes and wealth of blonde hair so simply coiled, was a picture at which to gaze with unmitigated pleasure. In short, the ”northern light,” as she was now commonly called at court, the prince having whispered the name, was the admired of all beholders, all the more so when it became known that the cold, statuesque beauty was soon to desert them.

Frau von Wallmoden had received a letter from her husband yesterday, stating that his diplomatic business was ended, but that affairs in North Germany connected with the Stahlberg manufactories would detain him for some time longer. It was whispered that there were to be many important changes, great improvements were to be introduced, and in all this Baron von Wallmoden as executor and guardian of the only son, would have a decisive voice. The length of his absence from the South Germany court would necessarily be uncertain, so he had asked his government for an extended leave, which had been granted, and had announced all this to the duke. He had written his wife at the same time, leaving her free to remain at Furstenstein, or to join him at once and go with him to her old home to see her brother again; now, after two weeks, if she chose to leave, no ”misconstruction” could be placed upon her departure.

Adelheid had chosen without hesitation; she had announced to the d.u.c.h.ess that she would leave on the following day.

Princess Sophie and her sister, together with some of the older ladies, had driven to Bucheneck in carriages, and the Princess Sophie's first anxiety had been to get hold of her nephew. But so far Prince Egon had managed to avoid her. He had been everywhere but in the neighborhood of his deceived aunt, until at last, losing all patience, she ordered a gentleman of the Court to bring Prince Adelsberg to her at once. This order was imperative, and Egon did not dare disobey it, but he took the precaution of having his ”lightning rod” with him to get the first shock. Hartmut was by his side when he presented himself before the princess.

”Well, Egon, it's a great privilege to see your face at all to-day,”

were the first words. ”You are in demand on all sides, it seems.”

”But I am always at the service of my beloved aunt,” Egon declared. His amiability was of no use to him on this occasion, however; the princess measured him with anything but a conciliatory glance.

”Whenever your knightly services are not needed in the interest of Frau von Wallmoden. You will have the opportunity of exhibiting a glittering example of chivalry and courage, when her husband comes back. You will learn to know and appreciate him better then.”

”I appreciate him very highly now, as a man, as a diplomat and as 'his excellency.' Your grace must surely believe that.”

”I believe you absolutely, Egon. Your love of truth is one of the verities upon which I pin my faith,” said the lady, with biting irony.

”For that very reason I was pleased to have the opportunity of a little talk with old Stadinger the other day. He's not so rusty after all, for his years.”

”Poor fellow, he suffers greatly from weakness of memory,” the prince hastened to a.s.sure her. ”Stadinger forgets nearly everything--don't you know, Hartmut? What he declares most earnestly one day, is entirely forgotten on the next.”

”I found, on the contrary, that his memory was very fresh; above all, this faithful old servant of your house is trustworthy, circ.u.mspect--”

”And rude,” interrupted Egon, sighing. ”You can have no idea of the incivility in which old Peter Stadinger's whole nature is steeped. He tyrannizes most terribly over Herr Rojanow and myself. I have thought seriously of putting him out of the way.”

It is hardly necessary to say he had not thought of anything of the kind.

Princess Sophie, who was an autocrat, and who dealt most severely with her own servants, was inclined to be very lenient in this instance.

”You should not think of harming so faithful a creature,” she answered.

”A man who has served three generations of your race can be forgiven for slight eccentricities, especially when one thinks of the pleasant life which the two young masters of Rodeck lead him, for we all know they do not court company, but prefer loneliness.”

”Ah, yes, loneliness,” said Egon with feeling. ”It is a great change after our eventful life in the East, and we enjoy it in full measure. I occupy myself princ.i.p.ally--”

”With the taming of wild beasts,” interrupted the princess, maliciously.

”No, with--with--reminiscences of my travels, which I recount to Hartmut, while he poetises a little, and composes melancholy odes from them. He's writing a little poem now on some reflection he heard your grace make.”

The princess turned with a radiant smile to the young poet as she exclaimed:

”And have you really been able to use any nonsense which I may have uttered in a poem, Herr Rojanow?”

”Indeed, I have, your grace, and I am very grateful to you for your idea,” replied Hartmut promptly. He had no idea in the world what the talk was all about, but was ready to second whatever his friend might suggest.

”I am delighted to hear it; I adore poetry, and think it the greatest of literary productions.”

”You two will agree perfectly as to that,” said Egon with admiration.