Philip Rollo; or, the Scottish Musketeers, Vol. 1 (of 2)Grant, James
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Philip Rollo; or, the Scottish Musketeers, Vol. 1 (of 2)
Grant, James
Thirty Years' War, 1618-1648 -- Fiction
The apartments and their furniture were alike elegant and luxurious;
the high-backed chairs were of ebonlike oak, covered by crimson
velvet and stuffed with down; the floors, of hard red Memel wood,
were polished and varnished till they shone like glass; the
tapestries of crimson and gold were set in broad carved frames of oak
and gilded wood; the lozenged windows were tinted by innumerable
coats-of-arms; some of the compartments stood open, admitting into
these old chambers, which were coeval with the days of Magnus
Torquatus, Duke of Luneburg, the warmth of the July sun, together
with the rich perfume of the ripe strawberry-beds, the fragrant
honeysuckle, the jasmine and the rose, which mingled with the bright
red and blue convolvuli, that clambered up the carved mullions of the
antique casements.
Within the mansion, but at a distance, I heard the sound of voices
and of laughter--the loud hearty laughter of heedless soldiers; for
the count was entertaining Tilly and some of the officers and
cavaliers of his staff.
During the somewhat monotonous day I spent in these stately
apartments, Ernestine and Gabrielle came separately to converse with
me for a few minutes--to bring me books and refreshments--evincing so
much kindness and sisterly solicitude in these little visits, that my
heart swelled with gratitude and pleasure; and I looked forward with
regret to the time that must separate me from hostesses so ladylike
and so winning.
About sunset, when I had given up the expectation of seeing them any
more, I heard the rustle of a silk dress in the long corridor, and
saw Ernestine standing irresolutely at the farthest end of it, with
the embarrassed air of one who thought she was coming too often! She
stood and smiled, her timid expression contrasting strongly with the
noble beauty of her face and figure. I sprang forward--I was so
happy to see her; for there are so many ways in which one can be
interested in a beautiful woman--but Ernestine was yet quite a girl.
All I had seen of her, during those three days which we had spent
constantly together under such peculiar circumstances, with her
father's remarks about Tilly's aide-de-camp, increased rather than
diminished this interest, for she evidently did not care a jot about
her destined husband.
"I come for the last time to see you again," said she, with one of
her sweet and quiet smiles; "at midnight Corporal Spürrledter will
meet you at the end of this corridor, and conduct you to a secret
place on the bank of the Elbe--a place that is unwatched, and to
which (on burning a blue light) a boat will come off from the
Saxe-Lauenburg side, and convey you away."
"I will never forget this kindness, Ernestine," I replied timidly,
touching her hand with my lip; "never! You and Gabrielle have been
to me as sisters. I go--and you will remember me no more; but
believe me the memory of these last three days will never be effaced
from my mind."
She smiled.
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