A German Pompadour: Being the Extraordinary History of Wilhelmine van Grävenitz, Landhofmeisterin of Wirtemberg — John Shaqi
A German Pompadour: Being the Extraordinary History of Wilhelmine van Grävenitz, Landhofmeisterin of WirtembergHay, Marie, Hon. (Agnes Blanche Marie)
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A German Pompadour: Being the Extraordinary History of Wilhelmine van Grävenitz, Landhofmeisterin of Wirtemberg
Hay, Marie, Hon. (Agnes Blanche Marie)
Grävenitz, Christina Wilhelmina von, 1685-1744
For many minutes the silence was unbroken save for the
stealthy sobbing, the sough of the wind without, the pattering rain, and
the tap-tap of the twigs on the windows, sounding for all the world like
the fumbling of invisible fingers seeking for admittance. The man at the
centre table broke silence at length.
'Impossible!' he said in a harsh voice. 'Madame la Baronne cannot imagine
we can live in Stuttgart at the court,' this last pompously, in spite of
the real distress of the voice. 'How can we? on five hundred gulden a
year and debts to pay--alas! No! I must return to the army, only coming
on leave once a year to fulfil my court appointment; and, Marie, you must
live in Rottenburg with your mother while I am away.'
At this a figure moved out of the darkness behind the stove, and another
fantastic shadow was cast upon the ceiling.
'Never, Friedrich! It is cruel to ask it. You know well enough that, if
you did not gamble, we could live quite finely on what we have got. Your
duties as Kammerjunker need not keep you for ever in Stuttgart; we might
live in Rottenburg.' She clasped her hands, her voice trembled between
tears and anger.
'Rottenburg----' The man's voice was full of scorn, vibrating with
derision. 'Ah! yes!--Mass each morning, and----'
'Friedrich, I will never let you return to the army; rather would I
humble myself before that wicked woman, Madame de Geyling, and beg her
to influence Serenissimus to give you a higher and better paid
appointment. I tell you----'
'Madame,' broke in a deep voice, and the figure at the window moved
forward, 'there are other ways of gaining gold at court; a beautiful
woman need never be poor, I can vouch----'
'Monsieur de Stafforth!' almost shouted the first speaker, 'you address
my wife! I am poor, but the honour of a wife of a Graevenitz shall not be
smirched.'
'Your pardon, Kammerjunker, but we were discussing necessities, not
ideals, and surely I proposed a great honour. Serenissimus is charming;
besides, there are others----'
The hostess, whose shadow we have seen on the ceiling, rose and joined
the three disputants.
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