Only a single earthly obstacle had hitherto broken the gentle
fall,--the ardent expectation of the coming of the Romeiro, whom she so
dearly loved as the friend of her friend Julienne. At last she made her
appearance, and took too powerful a hold of Liana's fancy; for it was
just the wings of fantasy which, in this tender, constant swan,[58]
were too strong. How did the sick one humble herself at the feet of
this shining goddess! How unworthy did she find herself of her former
love for Albano! So little had Spener, humble only before God, been
able to prevent her taking up with her two jewels out of her former
life into her present glorified state, her old lowliness before men and
her old anxiety for those she loved.
Julienne sought again and again to dissuade her; but one evening--when
she learned that Albano was to be taken to Italy--she twined herself
around Linda's heart, and told her, with her wonted over-fulness of
feeling, only Albano deserved her. Linda answered with astonishment;
she could not comprehend a self-annihilating love; in _her_ case she
should die. "And am not I, then, dying?" said Liana.
Julienne, thereupon, immediately begged Liana to spare the
embarrassment of the noble Countess on this subject. Liana, without
being offended, remained silent; but the new desire now possessed her
to see once more her lost Albano, and show him her former fidelity and
his error, and with dying heart to make over to him a new and great
one. She was very frank in uttering all the last wishes of her holy
soul. Her mother and Augusti held her from her purpose as long as they
could, that she might not take so dark, poisonous a flower as the
pleasure of such a meeting must be to her sick heart. But she entreated
her mother: How could it harm her this year, as it was not till the
next--according to Caroline's prediction--she was to go hence?
Meanwhile they sought to put farther and farther off from her the last
purpose, in the hope that Gaspard would carry away the Count, and with
the intention, only in the extreme case of having to give up all hopes,
of gratifying for her this fatal wish.
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