The German Classics Of The Nineteenth And Twentieth Centuries, Volume 12

gan, some of which were made in a closed carriage, for the rains came just right to make this unusual procedure seem the sensible thing to do. When all the city calls had been m

e in reality merely scrutinizing Effi's dress, which some considered too pretentious for so youthful a woman, while others looked upon it as too little suited to a lady of social position. Everything about her, they said, betrayed the Berlin school,-sense in external matters and a remarkable degree of uncertainty and embarrassment in the discussion of great problems. At the Borckes', and also at the homes in Morgnitz and Dabergotz, she had been declared "infected with rationalism," but a

today, or about that long, there was, you know, another second of December, and good Louis, the nephew of Napoleon-if he was his nephew, and not in reality of entirely different extraction-was firing grape and canister at the Parisian mob. Oh well, let him be forgiven for that; he was just the man to do it, and I hold to the theory that every man fares exactly

s doing. But you must not be too strict in your judgment of him personally. After all, who is master in his own house? Nobody. I myself am already making preparations to put t

really to be considered an advantage. Only, of course, it must be the right sort of a wife. But who was this wife? She was not a wife at all. The most charitable thing to call her is a 'dame,' and that tells the whole story. 'Dame' almost always leaves an after-taste. This Eugenie-whose relation to the Jewish banker I gladly ignore here, for I hate the 'I-am-

ssassin Nobiling, and the rape crop, and when Innstetten and Effi reached home they sat down

nd began to walk up and down in the room; Effi was still dress

t how. Shall I play you a triumphal march, or set the shark going out there, or carry you in triumph a

hink, celebration enough in itself. Only you might give me a kiss. But that doesn't occur to yo

social intercourse. Do you feel drawn to one or another of these new acquaintances? Have the Borckes won the victory over the Grasenabbs,

ten is a gossip. I am learning to k

f the reserves, a neat little man that one might perhaps get along with, if he could only rid himself of the notion that he accomplished the recapture of Le Bourget by attacking him on the flank. And his wife! She is considered our best Boston player and has, besides, the prettiest counters. So onc

still lower in Sidonie's estimation, but I shall have to take the risk. This fight will simply have to be fought. I shall stand or fall with Gieshübl

d Innstetten. "Ho

herwise?" said Effi a

for him were not to be thought of. The Prince had cherished a fondness for him ever since the days in Versailles, and would often invite him to dinner, along wi

nother hour's ride by train. "Don't wait for me, Effi. I can't be back before midnight; it will probably be two o'clock or even later. But I'll not disturb you. Good-by

njoy a sound sleep. She wrote a letter to her mother and then went to see Mrs. Kruse, whose condition aroused her sympathy. This poor woman had the habit of sitting till late at night with the black chicken in her lap. The friendliness the visit was meant to show was by no means returned by Mrs. Kruse,

lf eat. So she got up from the table and reread the letter she had written to her mother. If she had had a feeling of loneliness before, it was doubly intense now. What would she not have given if the two sandy-haired Jahnkes had just stepped in, or even Hulda? The latter, to be sure, was always so sentimental and as a usual thing occupied solely with her own triumphs. But doubtful and insecure as these triumphs were, nevertheless Effi would be very happy to be told about them at this moment. Finally

further delay, to read. On the page lying open before her there was something about the "Hermitage," the well country-seat of the Margrave in the neighborhood of Beireuth. It attracted her attention. Beireuth, Richard Wagner. So she read: "Among the pictures in the 'Hermitage' let us mention one more, which not because of its beauty, but because of its age and the person it represents, may well claim our interest. It is a woman's portrait, which has g

d the first thing I run into is the story of the 'Lady in white,' of whom I have been afraid as long

ance that has something to do with this is the fact that the picture hangs on a papered door, which is invisible to the stranger and behind which there is a stairway leading down into the cellar. It is said that when Napoleon spent the nigh

wins could not get any farther because of their tears, and how, when everybody looked at everybody else with embarrassment, Cousin von Briest declared that such tears opened the gate to Paradise. He was truly charming and always in such exuberant spirits. And look at me now! Here, of all places! Oh, I am not at all suited to be a grand Lady. Now mama, she would have fitted this position, she would have sounded

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is it, F

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th listening to. S

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yship sen

, but I am so alone. Please go out first and post this letter, an

there lay Rollo on the rush mat. When he saw her coming he arose to make room

in no particular hurry; on the contrary, she had preferred to carry on a conversation wi

an is she anyhow?"

s very

efore the mirror and pull at themselves and put on some ornament. They don't see much or hear much and have not yet formed the habit of count

ormer madame, and wholly without occasion. But t

ery affe

t you can eas

hat he leaves h

he Prince. After all, you know, he is a district co

will, too. It's in him. Paasche

quarter of an hour, and when Johanna returned, Eff

ne a long ti

rd. Christel is a very good person, but she doesn't talk, and Frederick is such a sleepy-head. Besides, he is so cautious and never comes right out with what he has to say. True, one must

es, Johanna, it

h beautiful hair, so l

s not a good thing, Johanna. As t

soft character is better than a

have blonde hair, too.

rence, your Ladyship. There

hite complexion. You have, too, Johanna, and I would wager my last pfennig that you have a good deal of attention paid to you. I am still very young, but I

, y

w to dress herself. A black velvet bodice and a flower, a rose or sometimes heliotrope, and if she had not had such large protruding eyes-Oh you ought to have seen them, Johanna, at least this large-" Effi laughingly pulled down her right eye-lid-"she would have been simply a beauty. Her name was Hulda,

overcome, your Ladyship

way? What does th

an take the straw mattress and turn down a chair, so that I have something to lean my

disturb me. He promi

sit down in the c

brave and determined, as he is. And I can't be. I was always somewhat easily influenced.-But, of course, I see plainly, I must conquer myself an

the candle on Effi's bedroom stand. Then she took

hutters are closed

dyship. Otherwise it woul

y we

i went to bed and wrapped

celebration a short time before, and let everything pass before her mind's eye in review. But it turned out otherwise than she had expected, for when she had reached Verona a

though her heart stood still, and was unable to call out. At this moment something whisked past her, and the door into the hall sprang open. But the moment of extreme fright was also the moment of her rescue, for, instead of something terrible, Rollo now came up to her, sought her hand with his head,

Johanna, that

your Ladyship? Your La

en something of the sort, but

at, your

us with them. Mama always says he ought not to humor himself so-But that is easy to say-Well, I started up out of my sleep and screamed, and when I looked around, as well

your La

don't like to say it, Johanna-b

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hat we pasted on the back of the chair, Christel and I? Oh, your Ladyship has

e door flew open and the good faithful animal sprang toward me, as though he were coming to my rescue. Oh, my dear Johanna, it was t

r may come

and I could never pardon him for that. For it was so fearful, Johanna-You must s

to join us. She doesn't sleep any

ere yourself. And how fortunate that you merely drew the shutters to. Push them open, make a loud noise, so that I may hear a human so

ed back upon her pillows and soon th