The Breaking of the Storm, Vol. II.Spielhagen, Friedrich
General
The Breaking of the Storm, Vol. II.
Spielhagen, Friedrich
Fiction
She was now obliged to go; and Reinhold also mixed with the rest of the
company, without any of the embarrassment that he had felt on first
entering a circle so brilliant and so strange to him. His hosts had
received him as a dear friend of the house. Even the eyes of the
dignified aunt had glanced at him not without a certain good-natured
curiosity, stately as her curtsey had been; but the General had shaken
him warmly by the hand, and after the first words of greeting, drawing
him confidentially aside, had said: "I must introduce you to Colonel
von Sattelstädt and Captain von Schönau, both on the staff. They are
anxious to hear your opinion on the Harbour question. Pray speak your
mind quite freely. You will be doing me a favour. I shall also have a
special favour to ask of you with regard to this affair, which I will
tell you later. Au revoir, then."
That was flattering to the lieutenant of the reserve, said Reinhold to
himself as he turned towards Elsa; and now she, too, had been so kind
and friendly. He felt like one of Homer's heroes, who in silence hopes
that the goddess to whom he prays will be gracious to him, and to whom
the divinity appears in the tumult of battle and looks at him with her
immortal eyes, and in words which only he can hear, promises him her
assistance. What mattered to him now that old Baroness Kniebreche's
gold eye-glass was so long fixed upon him with such a disagreeable
stare, and then let fall with a movement that plainly said: It was
hardly worth the trouble! What mattered to him that Count Golm avoided
seeing him as long as he could possibly do so, and, when it was no
longer possible, walked past him with a snappish "Ah, Captain!
delighted to see you!" That young Prince Clemda's bow when they were
introduced might have been somewhat less careless. What did it all
signify? And those were the only marks of coldness which had been shown
him during the hour that he had already passed in the somewhat numerous
assembly. He had met with scarcely anything but good-natured, open
friendliness on the part of the ladies, and almost all the men, who
were mostly officers, cordially received him as one of themselves.
Even Prince Clemda seemed inclined to make up for his previous
carelessness by suddenly coming up to him and murmuring a few
sentences, amongst which Reinhold only distinguished clearly the words:
Werben--Orleans--Vierzon--confounded ride--sorry.
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