Through Night to Light: A NovelSpielhagen, Friedrich
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Through Night to Light: A Novel
Spielhagen, Friedrich
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"Oh certainly, certainly?" rattled the obedient husband, who had been
condemned to dance with a poor, hunchbacked countess; "I assure you, it
was divine; upon my word, divine!"
"I thought the company, to tell the truth, was rather mixed," said
Hortense, who looked a few degrees more _blasée_ since Emily had come;
"I counted not less than four--say four--artillery officers who were
not noble."
"Why, that is very likely," said Emily, "although I had no time to
count them. I have even danced with one of them--Jones, or Smith, or
whatever his name was--and, by the way, he waltzed as magnificently as
I could wish."
"But, dear Emily, might you not have escaped that?" said Hortense,
drawing up her cloak.
"Precisely the same question which Prince Waldenberg asked. 'Your
Highness,' I replied, 'I am no enthusiast about the artillery; but,
after all, I would rather dance with a man who is not noble than not to
dance at all."
This allusion to a misfortune which had twice occurred to Hortense last
night, put the poor lady in such an excited state that the rouge on her
cheeks became quite useless. She was just about to commit the folly of
betraying by a violent answer how deep the venomous arrow shot by Emily
had wounded her, when the servant announced "Professor and Mrs. Jager."
The man was so well trained that he did not, as usually, admit the
persons he announced at once into the parlor, but closed the door
behind him and remained standing there bolt upright, waiting for
further orders.
"You will excuse me, my friends," said Anna Maria, apologizing, and
turning to the company present, "if I receive the professor and his
wife. The good people have always shown themselves loyal, and quite
aware of their social position. I think it is our duty to encourage
such people."
Upon a sign of his mistress the servant went out, and there appeared
the man of the Fragment and the poetess making deep bows and
courtesies, which were returned with a gentle nod by the noble company.
Only the old baron rose, shook hands with them, and bade them welcome
in his cordial, unvarnished manner.
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