Withered Leaves: A Novel. Vol. 3 (of 3)Gottschall, Rudolf von
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Withered Leaves: A Novel. Vol. 3 (of 3)
Gottschall, Rudolf von
German fiction -- Translations into English
Blanden led his guests round the Castle and into the apartments of the
old stronghold, which Lori surveyed with peculiar ill-nature. They
ascended the tower, which had been temporarily restored. Yet the view
over the wide woods to the limits of the estate, fading into the sky on
the horizon, awoke a disagreeable emotion in Frau Sperner. She thought
of her home, of the gravel walk, of the narrow cells in which she
housed those entrusted to her care--how small, how miserable compared
with such a magnificent possession; she thought of Dr. Sperner, who
brought nothing to the union but his moustache, a box of clothes,
another of books, and an undeniable talent as a dictatorial teacher in
the school and conjugal lord, and a heavy shadow overclouded her life.
Blanden stood transfigured before her like a being of a higher order.
Giulia had remained behind in the chapel with the Doctor. Lori looked
at Blanden with an expression, in which lay the pain of deceived
affection, combined with one of sad resignation. But Blanden said,
smilingly--
"You will surely call me to your assistance against the bold tutor, who
took so much upon himself! Verily he has set a crown upon his boldness
now, robbed you of heart and name, trodden Fräulein Baute's door plate
in the dust, and upon the long suffering metal written the name of the
wild man who was so dreadful. Can I help you, my Fräulein? Shall I call
him out? I am ready as ever for knightly duty!"
"Laugh away, a knight may be needed at all times, and a man who is a
savage does not at once become tame in marriage. Herr von Blanden, we
may call ourselves teachers, but nevertheless we always remain pupils
in life."
It was well that Giulia and Sperner appeared, or Lori would have fallen
into Blanden's arms upon the Castle leads, if he had shown the least
inclination to bear so precious a burden.
At any rate Frau Sperner had the satisfaction of driving back to the
town in Herr von Blanden's elegant carriage. Reclining in the soft
cushions, drawn by the four high stepping horses, she could indulge in
dreams of being the mistress and owner of this team! How contemptible
the Doctor appeared at that moment; he possessed no carriages and
horses, castles and villages, forests and meadows, and yet assumed a
mien as if his frown were dreaded in a circumference of thirty square
miles. And he was really living upon borrowed capital. That was all the
grandeur!
With a sigh she leaned back in the cushions and closed her eyes, and in
a half dream of delight she saw herself as Frau von Blanden with
Sperner seated in his proper place, upon the box in a splendid livery,
thrashing the horses and stroking his moustache.
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