Courts and courtiers -- Fiction; German fiction -- Translations into English; Germany -- Fiction
"Well said, Prince. For without our studies of the public weal I should
have found it difficult to decide to have confidence in you."
"And without you, Imma, to warm my heart, I should have found it
difficult to tackle such practical problems."
"Right; then we'll see what we can do, each in our own place. You with
your folk and I--with my father."
"Little sister," he answered quietly, and pressed her more closely to
him in the dance. "Little bride."
Undoubtedly a peculiar plighting of troth.
To be frank, everything was not yet settled, or nearly settled. Looking
back, one must say that, if one factor in the whole had been altered or
removed, the whole would have been in imminent danger of coming to
nothing. What a blessing, the chronicler feels tempted to cry, what a
blessing that there was a man at the head of affairs who faced the music
firmly and undaunted, indeed not without a dash of rashness, and did not
judge a thing to be impossible just because it had never happened
before.
The conversation which Excellency von Knobelsdorff had about eight days
after the memorable Court Ball with Grand Duke Albrecht II in the Old
Schloss belongs to the history of the times. The day before, the
President of Council had presided over a session of the Cabinet, about
which the _Courier_ had been in the position to report that questions of
finance and the private affairs of the Grand Ducal family had been
discussed, and further--added the newspaper in spaced type--that
complete unanimity of opinion had been reached among the Ministers. So
Herr von Knobelsdorff found himself in a strong position towards his
young Monarch at the audience; for he had not only the swarming mass of
the people, but also the unanimous will of the Government at his back.
The conversation in Albrecht's draughty study took scarcely less time
than that in the little yellow room at Schloss "Hermitage." A pause was
made while the Grand Duke had a lemonade and Herr von Knobelsdorff a
glass of port and biscuits. The long duration of the conversation was
due only to the importance of the material to be discussed, not to the
Monarch's opposition; for Albrecht raised none. In his close frock-coat,
with his thin, sensitive hands crossed on his lap, his proud, refined
head with its pointed beard and narrow temples raised and his eyelids
sunk, he sucked gently with his lower lip against his upper, and
accompanied Herr von Knobelsdorff's remarks with an occasional slight
nod, which expressed agreement and disagreement at the same time, an
uninterested formal agreement without prejudice to his unassailable
personal dignity.
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