The Breaking of the Storm, Vol. III.Spielhagen, Friedrich
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The Breaking of the Storm, Vol. III.
Spielhagen, Friedrich
Fiction
Philip was charmed, at last and in his own house, to become personally
acquainted with a lady who was reckoned amongst the few celebrities in
which Berlin rejoices. Now, for the first time, he could venture to say
that his entertainment had not proved a failure. Would her ladyship
allow him the honour of conducting her to the ball-room? Unfortunately
he had not been able to restrain any longer the young people's desire
to begin dancing, or he would certainly have asked her ladyship to have
led the polonaise with him. He flattered himself that she would not
feel herself too isolated at his house, though several illustrious
names would not appear in the list of those present; as, for instance,
that of Count Golm. One could not have everything and everybody at
once. He was, and always had been, a modest man; and that "a king's
glory was his state, and our glory was the labour of our hands," was a
saying which he had, all his life, held to, and hoped to continue to do
so. Were the pillars which supported the orchestra real marble?
Certainly. He was the son of a worker in marble. He might say that
everything her ladyship saw here was real, save, perhaps, a little of
the colour on the ladies' cheeks, about which, for his part, he had
secret doubts; and the nobility of a few barons and baronesses, which
might also seem a little doubtful to her ladyship. The Stock Exchange
seemed nowadays to be all-powerful, but after all, however long the
train might be, and whatever quantity of diamonds were worn in the
hair, or sewn on the dress, what a difference there was between
Baroness Kniebreche and Baroness---- He would name no names, but a
difference there must always be. Would her ladyship permit him to offer
her some refreshments? they were here close by.
"Quite a presentable man for a parvenu," whispered Baroness
Kniebreche into the ear of Baroness von Holzweg, whom she met in the
refreshment-room in the midst of a group of great ladies. "He
understands the art of living, it must be allowed. There is not a more
magnificent room in Berlin, even at his Majesty's, only here it is much
more comfortable. What a capital idea to put a refreshment-room so
close to the ball-room, and such good things too. What have you got
there, my dear! Oyster patties? Delicious! Young man, bring some oyster
patties and a glass of Chateau Yquem. How well that sort of man
understands bringing people together. Of course there are all the tag
and rag here--actors, dancers, heaven knows what! But if one does not
look too closely one might imagine oneself at a court ball. The
ballroom absolutely swarms with guardsmen. Well, young people, I cannot
blame you; you are cocks of the walk here. _À propos_, what brought you
here, dear Baroness?"
"Quite between ourselves, dear Baroness," whispered Baroness Holzweg.
"Of course between ourselves!" cried Baroness Kniebreche.
"Prince Wladimir is expected to be here for a moment."
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