The Breaking of the Storm, Vol. II.Spielhagen, Friedrich
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The Breaking of the Storm, Vol. II.
Spielhagen, Friedrich
Fiction
And then, that uneasy feeling might be a delusion; but she who had done
what he had so often, so pressingly implored of her, who had at length
granted him an interview, in which he could put before her his plans
for the future, she would and must expect that he would at length trace
out that sketch of the future over which he had so long delayed, and
which at this moment seemed to him as uncertain as ever. He did not
believe what she assured him, that she wanted nothing more than to love
him, to be beloved by him, that everything of which he spoke--his
father, her father, circumstances which must be taken into
consideration, difficulties which must be overcome--all, all was only a
mist, which would disperse before the rays of the sun; trifles not
worthy that they should expend upon them one moment of precious time,
one breath! He did not believe her; but he only too willingly took her
at her word, even now silently absolving himself from the
responsibility of the consequences which might, which must follow such
a neglect of the simplest rules of prudence and wisdom.
And then he, too, forgot everything but the present moment, and she had
to remind him that time was flying, that he was expected at home, and
must not arrive too late for the party.
"But will you take me with you?" she asked. "Will you enter the room
with me on your arm, and present me to all present as your bride? You
have no need to be ashamed of me; there are not likely to be many women
there whom I cannot look down upon, and I have always considered that
to be able to look down upon others is half way at least towards being
a fine lady. To you I shall always look up. Tall as I am, I must
stretch myself higher to reach your dear lips."
There lay a wonderful proud charm in these jesting words, and deep love
in the kiss which her smiling lips breathed upon his. He was
intoxicated and bewitched by this loving gentleness, this proud love;
he said to himself that she was right, and he told her so, that she
could bear comparison with any queen in the world, that she deserved to
be a queen; and yet--and yet--if it had been no jest, if she had
demanded in earnest what one day she would demand.
"That was the last kiss," said Ferdinanda. "As usual, I must be the
most reasonable always. And now give me your arm, and come with me to
the nearest cab, and then go straight home, and be very charming and
amiable this evening, and break a few more hearts in addition to those
you have already broken, and which you will hereafter lay at my feet in
return for my heart, which is worth more than all of them put
together."
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