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for her to answer. Taking bold advantage of “You know no more of the fascinating Wolfher silence, the master turns to Elspeth, and bids gang than you know of Adam, although Count her run down to the cellar for a bottle of Johan- Paul had been most generous as regards Jeanne's nisburg. “Or, indeed, it were best that I see to education, when-he appeared.” its transport myself," he remarks, as the serving- “Yes, our first parent appeared," echoes Sir maiden, with open mouth and eyes, stares im- Christopher, in his thin, solemn voice. “The ploringly at her mistress for orders. Mamselle situation is worthy of Milton." Ange, I fear that you must intrust me with the “ It was toward evening, I know,” says Ange, cellar-keys. One would tremble for the fate of unconscious that she ministers, in her garrulity, our Johannisburg if 'twere left to the tender mer- to her guests' diversion and to Jeanne's torture. cies of Hans or Elspeth.”

“I had been trying to settle up the haymakers' And, ere Ange can recover her faculties suffi- wages with Hans (the lad is as honest a German ciently to contest the point, he is gone, Elspeth as breathed, but, take it which way one will, I following—peony-red at having public attention can never come nearer him than a mark and centered on her, and with the kites' wings of her some pfennigs in an addition sum) when ElSontagschleife seeming to stiffen and blacken as speth brought in a card : ‘Wolfgang. English she walks.

teacher, from Freiburg.' And before I could “You are better off for visitors than I ex- say yes or no as to whether I would see the man, pected,” observes Miss Vivash, condescending, he had followed her in. “A poor student of for the first time since she entered Schloss good birth'; all your reduced people tell the Egmont, to address herself directly to Jeanne. same story; 'would teach English, mathematics, “Mr. Wolfgang is a neighbor, you say?" classics,' Heaven knows what besides, on the low

“Mr. Wolfgang is Jeanne's master,” cries est terms, and sought my patronage—my patronMamselle Ange. “A painstaking creature and age !-as a stepping-stone to the noble families most moderate in his terms, whatever one may of the neighborhood—” think of his manners. Considering that the “And you bestowed upon me the best of child only began with him eight weeks ago, her all patronage,” cries Wolfgang, who, unseen by progress is remarkable—indeed, for my part, I Ange, has at this moment reëntered the room. think they go too far. Girls shone in society, "You gave me Fräulein Jeanne for a pupil. Now yes, and settled respectably in life, without Latin for our Johannisburg." He is tenderly supportor Euclid, or Shakespeare readings, when I was ing a cobwebbed, wicker-swathed bottle on his young. But, you see, when little Jeanne takes arm. “We will see if the jade Rumor speaks one of her fancies, she can learn as quick as she true as to the contents of the Schloss Egmont likes. I have been grounding her, myself, in the wine-bins.” Polite Branches since she was three years old; and still, until Mr. Wolfgang appeared—”

CHAPTER VI. "Ah! little Jeanne took one of her fancies to Mr. Wolfgang, doubtless ? ” interrupts Vivian, with

AT TWICKENHAM. her slow smile, in her tone of suppressed banter.

“Mr. Wolfgang has made her work, at all With a sense of relief so intense as to borevents; I don't know in what the fascination der on pain, Jeanne Dempster escapes, at length, lies,” says our good Ange simply, " but there is into the cool, green quiet of the gardens. certainly something about the man that forces Sky, earth, and air seem to greet her with a you into obeying him. To begin at the begin- friendlier welcome than their wont. ning : I know no more of Mr. Wolfgang than I hear the mill-stream rushing downward from the know of Adam, and had no idea of getting Blauen Mountains, the tinkle of the distant catJeanne a master (though Count Paul has always tle-bells; can hear the wild doves cooing thembeen most generous as regards her education), selves to rest among the forests. Away to the when, one fine evening, he appeared—” right, above a stretch of purple vineyard, she can

Mamselle Ange!" interrupts the girl, crim- discern the point of road where the other night, soning with shame. The history concerns our- as on many a night before, she watched the selves only. You engaged Mr. Wolfgang as a master's figure disappearing in the starlight. The teacher; he has fulfilled his engagement punctu- dim-kissed flower-borders smell sweet; already ally. That is enough."

rim of young moon shines, silver white, upon Oh, not near enough!” cries Vivian ingen- the lustrous heaven. Jeanne's new lesson-book, uously. “I do so love the details of these little Heine's “ Love-Songs,” is in her hand. She family historiettes! You were speaking of a cer- opens it at hazard—say, rather, under the mastain fine evening, mamselle” (and she turns with ter's guidance, for a strip of paper marks a ceran air of suave impertinence to the housekeeper). tain page:

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“ Maiden with the lips so rosy,

condescending as she is handsome. The smile With the eyes so softly bright,

of a goddess, a throat of marble, a foreheadSweetest maiden, I keep thinking, Fräulein Jeanne ” (coming back, with a visible

Thinking of you day and night." effort, from poetry to prose), "we are losing the It seems to the girl that Wolfgang's voice light, such remnant of light as there is. Let us reads aloud, first in German, then in extempo- set to work at once.” rized doggerel English, as is his custom. She “I have no work ready,” she answers him forgets her country-made dress, her coral beads, shortly. “I have had other things to attend to forgets the þurning sense of shame in her own

than Latin and Euclid, and the loss of one evenexistence that, helped by Vivian's eyes, has tor- ing can not matter to any one.” tured her during the mortal hour and a half of

“You think so ?” returns Wolfgang, taking dinner. Another strip of paper guides her a her“ lesson-book" from her hand.

• When you page or two further on:

are a few years older you will know how much

the loss of one evening, of one minute, can matThe flowers, they prattle and whisper,

ter under certain circumstances. As you have With pity my lips they scan.

neglected more important studies, we can, at Oh, be not unkind to our sister,

least, go through some German reading. Heine, Thou pale-faced, woe-worn man!"

as we have him here, will serve as an exercise." Jeanne Dempster reads the lines under her

He returns her the volume, opened at a fresh breath with a sense of pleasure such as no verse page—the “Ballad of Lurlei.” of poetry has ever yielded her before. Not “I know not what trouble haunts me,'" reheeding which path she takes, she makes her peats Wolfgang, looking over his pupil's shoulway loiteringly to the western terrace, pauses der. “Ah! here we have something that will do beneath the shadow of a thickly trellised arch of for us. Here we have a gem in simplest setting roses, and finds—a pair of arms outheld, ready -a cameo in printing-ink. Turn your face to to receive her.

me-so, and give every word its due accent. "Mr. Wolfgang-sir!" she exclaims, starting When you have read the poem through, aloud, back hurriedly from the threatened embrace. we can parse it."

The master takes possession of her hands. And with this the lesson begins: Heine's He bends down, and, with the air of one who passionate verse read falteringly in the pulsewell knows the language he is reading, peruses stirring gloaming, by a girl of seventeen, her her face.

heart already feverish with the first throbs of “ Have you been busy during my absence as jealousy, and under the tutorship of the man she I desired, little Jeanne? Have you 'prepared loves !

, plenty of Latin and Euclid for my return?" “ I have been busy among polishing-brushes,

“I know not what thoughts oppress me,

And make me eerie and low, cobwebs, and beeswax," answers Jeanne demure

A legend troubles and haunts mely. “I have been working every moment of my time-for Count Paul, not for you."

A legend of long ago !" "For Count Paul, not for me! Well” (with «• I know not what thoughts oppress me,'" a movement of impatience), “what else should I repeats Wolfgang, when Jeanne has stumbled expect? As well accustom myself, beforehand, through her parsing. “Grammar is not your to the inevitable! You feel rewarded already, I strong point, mein Fräulein. Your nominatives hope. Paul von Egmont's English guests come and accusatives are shaky, your views as to subup to your expectations? You are charmed with ject and object reprehensible. But you know London millinery, London wit, London beauty ?” how to read poetry. Learn as much of Heine

Jeanne is mute; and Wolfgang, after a few as you choose by heart for your next lesson, moments' silent study of her face, repeats his and—” question.

There comes the sound of a drawling voice, “To value millinery or wit aright one would the crunch of steps is heard upon the gravel, need higher education than mine, sir.” And and Lady Pamela and Vivian, arm-in-arm, apnow, with a sudden effort, the girl breaks free; proach slowly along the terrace. she turns her head away from her companion. Lady Pamela is habited in her favorite colors, “Beauty speaks for itself. One needs no teach- red picked out with white, like a Queen Anne's ing to appreciate it."

mansion. Beauty's dress is of opal silk, tight“ And Miss Vivash is exquisitely handsome, fitting as wax, shining, undulating, with every ausgezeichnet schön,” remarks Wolfgang, laps- movement of her supple limbs. Miss Vivash ing, as he always does when a subject moves wears an emerald bracelet—that has a historyhim strongly, into German. “And gracious, on her left wrist; an emerald star—that has also

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a history—in her classically sleek, ebon hair. ing Beauty in the possession of the field, and of The abundant outlines of her shoulders and Wolfgang. throat stand out clear against the milky sky. “And pray what were you doing, Fräulein The tender twilight refines the over-large lips, Innocence," she remarks, the moment they are supplies a passing softness to the pale, cold eyes. out of ear-shot-"you and your good-looking It is one of the Hyde Park goddess's handsomest Herr Tutor-alone in the dark ?" moments.

"I—was taking my lesson, madame," stam“How quite too delightful this is, Pamela ! mers Jeanne guiltily. “Only, as we did not exSuch freshness, such purity, after our four months pect my master till to-morrow, I had prepared of London fever.” She sees Wolfgang and his no mathematics or Latin grammar, and som" companion at a glance, and resolves, with the “ And so ?" slakeless thirst for conquest that is in her, to pose “Mr. Wolfgang turned it into a reading-leson the instant, for the master's benefit. “ Where son. I had just finished Heine's · Ballad of can our good little Jeanne have vanished ? Not Lurlei' as you passed along." a bad sort of child, truly, putting looks aside, and “Mathematics—Latin-Heine! It strikes me considering her plebeian surroundings."

forcibly, child, in spite of your modest airs, that "Plebeian surroundings—when she has the you are a prodigy." Herr Wolfgang for a master!" suggests Lady " It strikes me that you like to laugh at me, Pamela, with malice. (Is the feeling between madame !—you and Miss Vivash, with your LonBeauty and her chaperon one of hatred or of don ideas, London education—" love? Are they friends or foes ? I, who write, “Education!” interrupts Lady Pamela briskcan not answer that question. That they stand ly. “ Listen to my autobiography, little Jeanne, toward each other in the relative amity of clev- told in a dozen words, and be wise. I come of er whist-partners; know when to lead through poor but not over-respectable parents, my dear, strong suits, or up to weak ones; when to throw both of whom left this wicked world before I away a card, finesse, call for trumps, or, if need had well entered it, and, being an exceedingly be, revoke, is incontestable.) “I thought you hideous child, and portionless, was early trained considered him,"

by the relatives who had to support me in the "I consider that Mr. Wolfgang belongs to way wherein I should go. “Providence has been the aristocracy of intellect,” remarks Beauty, pleased to weight you heavily, Pamela,' Lord with effusion. She has a little useful stock of Vauxhall used to say, looking plaintively at my such platitudes ever at command. “He has ugly face (Lord Vauxhall is my maternal grandthat look of strength one does so adore in a man papa; he broke his first wife's heart, has shut about the forehead, and a manner that only up the second in an asylum, and takes off his hat wants the polish of high society to be charm- with the best grace of any man in Europe). ing."

* But we have the evidence of history to show At this point Wolfgang steps briskly for- that Providence may occasionally be outwitted. ward out of the shadow. There is a kind of Miss Rebecca Sharp had green eyes and thin suppressed impatience in the movement, thinks arms, yet she got on, all things considered, better Jeanne with a beating heart; yet that his vanity than her fair but virtuous friend Amelia. For is pleasantly stimulated who shall doubt ? Can Miss Sharp, as you will do well to bear in mind, flattery from lips carved on such a model as educated herself on principle.' Vivian's fail of tasting sweet, whether the dose “With the spirit of generous emulation thus be administered intentionally or by hazard ? awakened,” continues Lady Pamela, “I also edu

“Mr. Wolfgang ! How you made me jump!” cated myself on principle. My grandpapa in cries the chaperon. “I am so ridiculously ner- those days held a little back-stair appointment vous, such a martyr to timidity!” Lady Pamela pertaining to royalty, and used to enliven his fireLawless rides as straight to hounds as any man side with the newest court scandals and whispers in the shires, and during the present season went of the clubs. This enlarged and strengthened my to a fancy-ball in the character of a hussar, spurs, youthful mind. One of my uncles, until ruin and boots, and all.—“Ah, you here, Miss Dempster? an Ostend lodging overtook him, affected jockeySuppose you lionize me a little about the prem- dom, and would give me a mount whenever any ises? Miss Vivash is-Miss Vivash is fatigued abnormally vicious three-year-old had to be broafter her journey, and will wait for us awhile on ken to the habit. This set up my figure. For the terrace-I have no doubt, under Mr. Wolf- my beau-idéal in literature I had the wickedest gang's care.”

of the weeklies, and Zola's novels; for my beauSaying which, Lady Pamela puts her hand idéal in art, the exquisite face enameling of my under Jeanne's arm; then, with good-humored three maiden aunts, the Ladies Vauxhall. I force, leads the girl away into a side-path, leav- learned to whistle rather prettily at the piano ;

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could tell a high-flavored story with almost as ners !—in what does she, Jeanne Dempster, differ much point as my grandpapa himself; and at from her fellows, that such delights, had she but nineteen years of age-"

the chance of experiencing them, should charm “ The story surely does not end here?” her not? Jeanne asks, as her companion stops short.

“ You have my portrait, drawn by my own At nineteen years of age," goes on Lady hand, framed and glazed,” says Lady Pamela Pamela, in a tragic voice, “I married poor Mr. lightly. “ In return, explain to me the reasons Lawless, a Yorkshire squire, half a century older for your own existence. But in three words, than myself, and a martyr to gout and jealousy. Jeanne ! People who live among fields are alThere came an interlude of dull country-houses, ways beset by the frightful vice of prolixity. Who flannel bandages, and Othello-like scenes; and is Mamselle Ange? Who are you? What are then, at two-and-twenty, I found myself launched your relations toward Paul von Egmont? And in London life, free. From that date on, even do you and the good-looking master talk of other my grandpapa has been proud of my progress. things than Latin and mathematics in the twiI am quick, like all gamins who have been town- light?” tossed in their infancy, and can smatter about For a second Jeanne's presence of mind fairmost things well enough for my station. What- ly forsakes her; then, “ You must allow me more ever subject is up—the latest imperial policy, the than three words for my answer,” she stammers latest murder, pictures, bonnets, beauties, yes, or out. “Who is Mamselle Ange? The question even the last volume of Advanced Thought, at by itself would require a folio.” the libraries—I have only to listen to the ideas “ Then please leave it alone !” cries Lady of some cleverer person than myself for ten min- Pamela with a yawn. “Leave Mamselle Ange utes, and then retail them, with a certain air of among the clouds; she looks toppling off the edge originality, as my own, at the next dinner-party I of one already, does she not? Who are you? go to. I have no intellect, really."

Do you live here? Do you mean to marry Mr. There is something touching in the way this the man with the Italian face and shabby admission is volunteered. Jeanne feels her heart clothes, who at this moment is falling violently beginning to thaw toward Lady Pamela.

in love with Vivian Vivash ?" "To literature I am honestly indifferent. Art Jeanne's heart gives a great leap, then stands I detest. Pictures cause a strain on the muscles still. Far away, above the stiff-cropped juniperof the neck which books, at least, do not. A hedges that bound the terrace, she can discern good dinner, a Paris milliner, high - stepping two figures pacing up and down, with many a horses, well-looking partners—these are thy gods, pause and oft in the quiet starlight. On the inO Israel! These are the gods of Lady Pamela stant, with the swift pessimism of seventeen, she Lawless, and people must either take Lady Pa- accepts as fact the cruel probability of Wolfmela Lawless as she is or leave her alone. In gang's becoming Miss Vivash's lover. the majority of cases, they seem tolerably well “ Mamselle Ange has been Mamselle Ange, disposed to take her as she is.”

and nothing else, as long as I can remember. Lady Pamela's whimsical talk, whateverweigh- My mother died here, in the Black Forest. tier qualities it may lack, possesses the fascination Schloss Egmont has been my home always, of suggestiveness. As she pours forth the flood and—” of quick nonsense which she calls her“ autobiog- “And you will eventually marry the Herr raphy,” a whole new world opens itself in posse Professor, of course," cries Lady Pamela, with a before Jeanne's thoughts. Here, amid the wild yawn more prodigious than the last. “He will solitude of the pine-forest, without young com- be none the worse husband, my dear, for having panionship, in a climate that for six months in had his heart broken by Vivian in the mean time. the year holds her prisoner within the four walls China and men's hearts are all the stronger for of Schloss Egmont, the child's existence (until mending, and, if one is positively destined to come the last eight weeks) has perforce been colorless, to grief, 'tis a consideration that one should do passive. A passage of Beethoven rendered by so in good company. Think of all the big-wigs, the village Philharmonic, the smell of April's the dukes, poets, artists, bishops, who swell our first violets, four little lines of Heinrich Heine's— Beauty's list of victims !" from sources like these have sprung the keenest “ Dukes, poets, artists, bishops, and Sir Chrispleasures of her lot. The sense of action, of topher Marlowe,” suggests Jeanne, at hazard. personal participation in the great human comedy, Lady Pamela Lawless turns her head aside is unknown to her; and, I must confess, the epit- sharply. omized description of a highly-strung town life “Kit Marlowe is—a very good friend of both fires her imagination not unpleasantly. A Paris of us, nothing more. When Miss Vivash first milliner, high-stepping horses, well-looking part- rose to the surface in London, and I, thanks to

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Lord Vauxhall, was promoted to be her chaperon and down for three quarters of an hour, in sight -Beauty and the Beast our dearest friends were of half the fine ladies and gentlemen of London, good enough to call us—we needed, I can tell and chalked out his line of conduct for him. you, as many a strong hand as might be found Poor Chodd had not seen domestic bliss ensue, to keep us afloat. Kit Marlowe's was one of the in his father's case, from the possession of an strongest. In these latter days you must know, aristocratic wife. It was said Ermengarde adchild, to have a profile has become a profes- dressed Mr. Chodd senior eight times, exclusive sion. The passport system is abolished in de- of the marriage-ceremony, during the eleven cent society, and warm manners and a cold heart months in which he had the honor of being an will carry a pretty woman anywhere, provided earl's daughter's husband. So Samuel elected . the pretty woman chance to be the owner of for beauty—a throat, a wrist on which to exhibit a Job-like mate. The existence of a husband the Chodd diamonds; and under Kit Marlowe's makes the sternest Cornelia feel that her girls guidance found it-in Miss Vivash." are, in a certain sense, safe. •These beauties “Who remains Miss Vivash still ? " are the pest of the age,' Cornelia will tell you Ay. In that resides the moral of my story sorrowfully. "Still, I look upon them as a ne- —who remains Miss Vivash still. Up to a cercessary evil, a kind of moral lightning-conduct- tain point Samuel's conduct was simply perfect. or. (Does not one see the creatures' names at He was as wax in the molder's hands, as the all the court balls ?) As long as Mr. Blank ac- lamb led to the slaughter. Wherever we went companies his wife—no further, of course, than in public, that was good for him, we allowed the lower landing on the staircase—it is not for Samuel to go likewise. We gave him our phome to be censorious.' Vivian had no husband, tographs, we permitted him to supply us with Job-like or otherwise, and when first Lord Vaux- bouquets and opera-boxes, and even allowed him hall pushed us into celebrity, mammas with fam- to write as many checks as he chose for our ilies of daughters did look shy at us. It is a tradespeople. Aided by Lord Vauxhall, we got truth, flattering or not, about which there can be his name into the fashionable prints as having no manner of doubt-mammas with families of dined at such a banquet or danced—Samuel's daughters did look shy at us.”

dancing !--- at such a ball. The creature re" In spite of Sir Christopher Marlowe's friend- warded us with the usual black ingratitude of ship ?” says Jeanne Dempster, as her companion plebeian human nature. A little dinner at the pauses.

Orleans had been organized by Lord Vauxhall Ah, that is a knotty point-Sir Christopher to which Mr. Chodd could not be invited. (I Marlowe's friendship. Some people declare that had another engagement myself. It generally we have floated Sir Christopher, others that Sir happens that I have other engagements on the Christopher has floated us. Why, this very last occasion of grandpapa's Twickenham dinners.) month—" (Lady Pamela stops short; she glances Samuel took umbrage; gave himself airs of virat the two distant figures on the terrace)" but tue, and us a sermon. “The party was not a fitfor a miracle of mischance, Vivian would have ting one for his intended wife. He would allow made the best marriage of the season, thanks to her as much liberty as any honest-minded girl Sir Christopher's good offices. You have heard could desire, but he would not-no,' supplementof Chodd and Chodd ? The thing is past and ing his opinions by the horriblest expletives, ‘he gone, and a count in hand is worth a Chodd in would not allow her to go to a Twickenham dinthe bush; still, we may as well talk idly as be ner, got up by any disreputable old lord of them silent. My dear, the Chodds are the great Bir- all, without himself.' Vivian heard him out with mingham scissors - people. The Chodds are an air of quiet contrition, admired his moral senworth half a million of money. The Chodds are timents, promised amendment for the future, and ambitious, weak as water where lords and honor- sent him away pacified, a moss-rosebud pinned ables are concerned, and deliciously apoplectic. by her own repentant fingers in his button-hole. Chodd père took for his second wife my little And she went to the dinner at the Orleans ! cousin Lady Ermengarde Vauxhall, aged eigh- That dinner cost her dear. Samuel learned the teen, and died—was ever such exemplary con- whole truth next morning, wrote us a letter in duct heard of ?-within a twelvemonth. Well, the worst imaginable taste, but, alas ! only too his son, Mr. Samuel Chodd (admire the solid much in earnest, and started the same afternoon richness of those good English consonants), met in his yacht for Lapland. Whenever he was Vivian one fine afternoon among the rhododen- more out of temper than usual, it had been a drons at the Botanical and fell in love with her. foolish jest of ours to say, “Try Lapland.' On I don't suppose he fell in love really_fancy a the morrow of the Twickenham dinner-party he scissors-man in love !—but Sir Christopher, know- followed our advice-with a vengeance.” ing and known of all men, walked Samuel up Lady Pamela and Jeanne have by this time

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