Hesperus; or, Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography. Vol. II.Jean Paul
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Hesperus; or, Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography. Vol. II.
Jean Paul
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When Victor reached the palace, the Pater encountered him, who said he
would go in too. It was fortunate; for without this guide he would
hardly have found his path through a labyrinth of apartments into the
altered cabinet of the patient. And with him went as a pewit through
all the rooms the apprehension of seeing on the face of the Princess an
indictment against the encased _Billet-doux_; but not so much as an
initial letter or the _rubrum_ of a sentence was seen upon her face, as
he came before her, and his thunder-cloud had passed aside. At least
his was repelled by one which hung over the Princess herself; that is
to say, she was ill, but not merely in the eyes; and a second message
which was sent to fetch him had just missed him. She received him in
bed,--not on account of her sickness, but of her station; for with
ladies of some rank the bed is the residence,--the moss-bank,--the
high-altar,--the royal palace,--in short, the princely chair and seat.
Like the philosopher Descartes, the Abbot Galiani, and old Shandy, they
can think and work best in this hothouse. Although she lay in bed,
nevertheless she was, as we said, not well, but was attacked with pain
in head and eyes. She had therefore to-day sent away all her domestics,
except a chambermaid who loved her very much, and the fly on the wall
who plagued her, and our Doctor who omitted one of the two things. I
should have been glad to reckon in a sedentary court-dame in a
picture-cabinet that stood open; but she sat so dumb and motionless,
that Victor swore she was either a knee-piece, or--a German lady,--or
both. It spared the scalded eyes of the Princess quite as much pain as
it gave well eyes pleasure, that the green light-screen, and the green
satin tapestry, and the green satin curtains in the sick-cabinet
conspired to shed an undulating _blue_ clare-obscure. A single wax
taper stood on a candlestick, which was enchased by all the seasons,
that is, in sculpture,--upon which custom of the great not to enjoy
nature except in counters, in _effigie_ and copy-paper, never _in
naturâ_ itself, I can here state neither my opinion nor its reasons,
because it would require a whole
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