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
“Not that one,” said Hamilton, hesitating; “your cousin’s kiss is still
upon it.”
The door opened suddenly, and she ran laughingly past him towards the
drawing-room, just in time to enter it before her mother.
A few minutes after, they were in the street, Hildegarde, as usual,
close to her father’s elbow, but without taking his arm. Hamilton at
first imagined Mr. Rosenberg’s presence would be a restraint, but he
found, on the contrary, that he encouraged Hildegarde to talk and give
her opinion freely, enjoying even nonsense when it came from her lips,
and laughing with a heartiness which Hamilton had imagined impossible
for a person who had always appeared so calm and reserved. Everything
and everybody who passed afforded amusement; it was in vain Madame
Rosenberg called to order; the laugh was partly stifled for a moment, to
be renewed the next with double zest. Hamilton was extremely surprised,
and began to think he should never be able to understand her character,
and yet the simple fact was merely, that, being naturally gay, she only
required the certainty of being able to please to induce her to yield to
her innate inclination. She was not herself aware of this, for, on
Hamilton’s making some remark to express his surprise, she said: “She
believed she was only by degrees getting over the restraint of her
school habits, all conversation being forbidden there, excepting during
the recreation hours.”
The crowd at the fair was immense. It was the first time Hamilton had
seen anything of the kind, and he found it difficult to believe that in
the paltry booths around him there could be anything for sale as good as
might be had with less trouble in the town. The noise, the talking, and
the bargaining amused him not a little, especially the latter; and he
stood beside Madame Rosenberg for more than half an hour, while she
haggled about the price of some muslin. At the end of this time she was
at the point of walking off, (or, as she explained afterwards,
pretending to do so,) when the shopman called her back, and with an
assurance that he was giving her the “article” for next to nothing,
prepared to measure what she required. This was a bargain! She had
gained twenty-one kreutzers, about seven pence, and had the annoyance of
carrying a large package home, for porters there were none. To anyone
accustomed to English tradesmen, the almost positive necessity of
bargaining in the generality of German shops is extremely tiresome and
disagreeable. It is more than probable that the tradesmen would gladly
establish fixed prices, were not the habits of bargaining as yet too
strong in the middle and lower orders to be overcome.
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