The duties which he owed to society he undertook with that resignation
accorded to a painful but unavoidable necessity, for in this unceasing
round of visits and amusements he found the safest weapon against the
fermenting discontent, which, in spite of the so-called reconciliation,
still reigned in the bosom of the family. Certainly the Praesidentin, in
spite of her aristocratic prejudices, was perfectly well-bred, and
never failed in the politeness and consideration which she owed towards
the guests she had herself invited, but she, nevertheless, managed to
make her granddaughter and Herr von Reinert feel that they were only
tolerated, and that they owed only this toleration itself to Hermann's
influence. Naturally, this knowledge did not contribute to the comfort
of the visit. Antonie was sensitive and petulant upon every
opportunity, Eugen continually bitter and irritable, and often it was
only Hermann's interference or mediation which hindered the threatening
breach.
This visit and meeting of relations would, indeed, have been, probably,
most unpleasant, had not the frequent presence of strangers laid a
wholesome restraint upon all.
It was the last day but one of the guests' stay, towards evening.
The Praesidentin had asked for the children to be sent to her, and
Gertrud seized one of the few free hours which her appointment left
open to her, to go into the park alone. During the last fortnight she
had endeavoured to avoid Herr von Reinert as much as possible, or, at
least, never to meet him, except when in charge of her two pupils, but
to-night she felt secure; she knew that several farewell calls had to
be made in the neighbourhood, and, in the enjoyment of this security,
gave herself up freely to the pleasure of an often-desired walk alone.
A book in her hand, she went slowly to her favourite place under the
great plane tree.
The park seemed at this time perfectly deserted. The evening sun lay
golden upon the bushes and grass plots; in the distance glimmered the
white plumage of the swans, sailing lazily up and down on the pond; no
sound broke the deep stillness.
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