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
At one of the windows of the corridor Madame Rosenberg and Hildegarde
were standing—the former was speaking loudly and angrily. “I never knew
anything so absurd as Crescenz’s conduct! To choose Mr. Hamilton of all
people in the world for the object of a sentimental love! If she had not
been a simpleton, she might have easily perceived that he thinks of
everything rather than of such nonsense. As to what the Major hinted
about his having said that he liked you, that was said at my particular
request; so don’t you begin to have fancies like Crescenz.”
“There is not the slightest danger,” said Hildegarde, with a scornful
smile.
“Where is Major Stultz?” said Hamilton, hastily opening the hall-door.
“He is gone home, I am sorry to say. Oh, Mr. Hamilton, this is a most
unpleasant business! If Crescenz’s marriage should be broken off now, it
will be an actual disgrace.”
“It will not be broken off. I can explain everything.”
“Let me give you a hint what to say,” cried Madame Rosenberg, detaining
him, “for he is exceedingly angry, and says we have all been deceiving
him. Can you not just set matters right—say that you _have_ paid
Crescenz some attentions, and that you did admire her some time ago!”
“Of course I shall say that,” replied Hamilton, endeavouring to get
away.
“Say, too, that she does not really care at all for you, and was only
trying to make him jealous this evening because he called her a
coquette. And then, to frighten him, you may as well add that you will
renew your addresses to-morrow if he do not at once make up his quarrel
with her.”
“I shall tell him the truth and blame myself—even more than I deserve,”
said Hamilton, closing the door and running down stairs.
“He certainly is an excellent young man!” exclaimed Madame Rosenberg,
“and notwithstanding his youth, I see I may transfer the arrangement of
this disagreeable affair to him. At all events, I can do nothing more
to-night, and may as well go to bed. Tell Crescenz I do not wish to see
her until to-morrow. What is said cannot be unsaid, and scolding now
would be useless. What will your father say when he hears what she has
done?”
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