The Breaking of the Storm, Vol. II.Spielhagen, Friedrich
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The Breaking of the Storm, Vol. II.
Spielhagen, Friedrich
Fiction
"Ah!" said Justus, "that is the reason then that the lady looks so
gloomy and melancholy under her mural crown! I could not imagine what
was the meaning of the expression that, without my intending it--and
even against my will--would come out clearer and clearer; the good lady
has a pang of conscience which I ought to have had! Will any one say
now that we do not bestow our best heart's blood on our creations?"
"This last figure strikes me as being particularly beautiful, if I may
venture to make an observation on a matter on which I am profoundly
ignorant," said Ottomar, with a glance at Ferdinanda, who strikingly
resembled the lady with the mural crown, both in figure and in the
haughty expression of the features.
Justus, who had caught the glance, laughed. "You are not so ignorant as
you pretend, Herr von Werben! You appear to know very well where we get
our inspirations. But that you may see that other people can not only
inspire forms, but also create very beautiful ones--may we, Fräulein
Ferdinanda?" and Justus pointed to the door of her studio.
"Certainly," said Ferdinanda, while her heart beat fast. Now or never
was the time. Antonio had not looked round; perhaps he had not heard.
It might be possible to go in with Ottomar while the others lingered
behind. And so it happened. Philip and Reinhold were disputing about
one of the symbols assigned to Trade; Philip, annoyed and irritated by
the contradiction that met him on all sides to-day, in a loud, excited
voice. Justus, however, was following her and Ottomar closely. As she
got to the door, she turned and whispered to him, "Philip is unbearable
to-day; do try and make peace between them?"
Justus answered, "Oh! it means nothing," but turned back.
Ferdinanda entered quickly, followed by Ottomar. She walked a few steps
to the left, till she was quite concealed from those in the other
studio. Her arms encircled him, while she felt his arms around her.
Their lips met, while he tasted the sweetness of her first kiss.
"This evening?"
"As you will."
"Eight o'clock, in the Bellevue Gardens!"
"As you will."
"Darling!"
"Darling!"
They did not venture on a second kiss, fortunately, as Justus appeared,
bringing with him, for greater security, the disputants.
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