The Initials: A Story of Modern LifeTautphoeus, Jemima Montgomery, Baroness
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The Initials: A Story of Modern Life
Tautphoeus, Jemima Montgomery, Baroness
Bavaria (Germany) -- Fiction; British -- Germany -- Fiction; Love stories
“Jealous! oh, no!” said Hamilton, still following her with his eyes.
“I beg your pardon!” cried Madame Berger; “I was not at all aware that I
was speaking to an adorer; I really must go and tell her the conquest
she has made.”
Perhaps she expected him to detain her, or she feared a rebuff from
Hildegarde; for she waited a moment before she proceeded into the next
room. Hamilton followed just in time to hear Hildegarde say:
“Pshaw! you are talking about what you don’t understand,” as she turned
contemptuously away.
Madame Berger, to conceal her annoyance at Hildegarde’s
imperturbability, turned to Crescenz, who had been placed next Major
Stultz, at his particular request, in order to bring him _luck_. Her
presence, however, not having produced the desired effect, he was told
by Madame Rosenberg that those who were fortunate in love were always
sure to be unfortunate at cards, which seemed to afford him great
consolation; while Crescenz smiled and played with his counters and
purse.
“I am sure, Crescenz,” said Madame Berger, “I am sure you are thinking
what sort of purse you will make for Major Stultz this Christmas! You
cannot allow him in future to use leather. I can teach you to make a new
kind of purse, which is very strong and pretty.”
“Oh, pray do!” cried Crescenz, starting up; “you know I like making
purses, of all things. When will you begin it for me?”
“To-morrow, if you like. I say, Cressy,” continued Madame Berger, in a
whisper, “what makes Hildegarde so horribly savage this evening?”
“I did not observe it.”
“She is most particularly disagreeable, I can assure you. I attempted
some most innocent _badinage_ about Mr. Hamilton, and she——”
“Oh, about him you must not jest; she hates him so excessively——”
“Not a bit of it—and he does not hate her either.”
“You don’t say so?”
“I say so, and think so; and you will see that I am right. Why, he
already makes as many excuses as your father for her ill-temper. If you
had only heard him!”
“I did not think Hildegarde capable of playing double,” cried Crescenz,
with emotion.
“She is capable of anything. Had you but seen the look of intelligence
that passed between them when she left the room to inquire about you,
and the lamp, it would have convinced you at once. And then he watched
the door, and——”
“Ah, yes!” exclaimed Crescenz, apparently greatly relieved; “I
understand. No, Lina, this time I am right, and you are wrong, I know
why he looked at Hildegarde, and at the door.”
“You do!—do you? Then, come and tell me all about it. By-the-by, I
should like to have a long talk with you, to learn how matters stand.
This Mr. Hamilton is uncommonly good-looking and amusing; I should like
to know what brought him to Seon, and how it happened that he came to
live with your mother, and all that. If we have not time to-night, you
can tell me to-morrow, while you are learning the purse-stitch.”
An appointment was made for the next day, and the party soon after broke
up.
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