Through Night to Light: A NovelSpielhagen, Friedrich
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Through Night to Light: A Novel
Spielhagen, Friedrich
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"I saw that his was sensible advice. While he slipped away through the
crowd, I threw myself into a chair and rested my head on my hands.
Those were terrible moments. My temples were beating, my limbs were
trembling--and yet within me all was calm, deadly calm and quiet. And,
Oswald, in those moments, while I sat there alone, my face hid in my
hands, in silent, unspeakable sorrow, amid the noisy crowd; and while
my idol, the beloved of my youth, the woman whom I had worshipped in my
dark dungeon like a glorious saint, was dancing a few steps from me,
after a wicked, voluptuous music, the voluptuous dance of Herodias--in
those moments, Oswald, I bid an eternal farewell to happiness, to life.
It was then that the curtain which had so long concealed from me the
Great Mystery suddenly parted in the middle, and I stood shuddering at
the threshold, which I yet dared not cross, and which I only crossed
many, many years afterwards, for then I had not yet drained the cup to
the dregs.
"The dance had come to an end. It became very lively all around me;
laughter and joking, the rustling of rich dresses close to my ear. They
took seats at the small tables, to cool their fever with ices and
champagne. To my table also came a couple, who either could find no
other place vacant, or thought the sleeper was not likely to be a
dangerous listener.
"'_Et vous m'aimez vraiment, Eléonore?_' said a soft but manly voice.
"'_Oui, Charles!_'
"'_De tout votre coeur?_'
"'_De tout mon coeur!_'
"I thought what an impression it would make upon Leonora if I should
suddenly raise my head from the table and say to her: 'Did you not tell
me precisely the same thing on the meadow in the forest of Fichtenau?'
But I checked myself and listened to the conversation, which continued
for some time. At last the gentleman said:
"'And when shall I see you again?'
"'Whenever you wish.'
"'What does that mean?'
"'That I am always at home for my friends.'
"'And where is at home?'
"'_Boulevard des Capucines, Numéro Dix-sept_. You have only to inquire
after Mademoiselle Eléonore----'
"'Or rather _la Reine Eléonore_. _Adieu, ma reine!_'
"'You won't go already?'
"'Unfortunately I have to go.'
"'Why?'
"'My betrothed is waiting for me at her mother's, and she will be
inconsolable if her faithful shepherd keeps her waiting much longer.'
"'You are engaged--oh, poor man!'
"'I hope, _ma reine_, you will help me bear my misfortune?'
"'_Nous verrons._'
"And the two went off laughing; Leonora's silk dress struck me as she
passed.
"My companion came back and put his hand on my shoulder.
"'I have learnt everything,' he said.
"'So have I,' I replied, raising my head.
"'How?'
"'She has told me all herself.'
"My friend thought I was delirious. 'Come,' he said, 'the heat has been
too much for you.'
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