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“Perhaps it is because you separate yourselves,” said the Professor.
“The warmest pulse of our nation has always been in the middle cla.s.s; from them education and new ideas have gradually spread to the princes and the people. Even the peculiarities and weaknesses of the civilization of a period rise to the throne generally half a century after the educated middle cla.s.s of the nation have suffered from them, and are only just appreciated there when they are already giving way among the people to some new tendency of the time. Therefore, it is often difficult for the Sovereign and his people to understand each other.”
“Oh, how right you are!” exclaimed the Princess, drawing nearer to him.
“It is the fate of princes, the misfortune of us all, that the most valuable culture of our time seldom exercises a good influence upon us.
There is a want of fresh air in the atmosphere in which we live, we are all weak and sickly. All who approach near us must accommodate themselves to our prejudices, and we accustom ourselves to regard men according to the rules which we have devised for them ourselves. Have you ever before been brought into contact with any of our great rulers?”
“No,” replied the Professor.
“Have you never sent what you have written to any of them?”
“I have had no occasion to do so,” replied the Professor.
“Then you are unacquainted with the scale of favors that are shown to you learned gentlemen. Now, I must repay you for the delightful instruction you have given me about ancient vases, by giving you some instruction in return. Sit down opposite to me. You are now my pupil.”
The Princess leaned back in her chair, and a.s.sumed a serious expression. “We a.s.sume that you are pious and good, and look up respectfully to the handle of the Imperial globe that we hold in our hand. Your first presentation comes,–a handsome book; the t.i.tle-page is opened: ‘Upon antique vases.’ Hm–who is the man? One informs oneself a little about the fellow, and it is well if your name is already to be found in print. Thereupon follows an answer of acknowledgment from the Council, short variations according to formula No. 1. Your second presentation makes its appearance: a beautiful binding, an agreeable impression, therefore a warmer acknowledgment in courteous expressions, according to formula No. 2. A third presentation: again a large volume, the gilt edges are unimpeachable; the Council take the book up and weigh it. If the author is a lesser light, he enters the cla.s.s of gold breastpins; if he is worthy of a higher consideration, from a well-known name, and what is more effective with us, from a t.i.tle, he reaches the sphere of orders. There are different cla.s.ses of orders which are distributed among strangers, accurately according to their t.i.tles. But he who is persistent, and does not tire of showing fresh marks of respect, hops gradually, like the green frog, at intervals of years, to the highest rank.”
“My kindest thanks for the instruction,” replied the Professor. “I must be allowed in this case to take the Council under my protection. For what could the ill.u.s.trious gentlemen do when they are overrun with such a mult.i.tude of indifferent presents?”
“It was a fair example,” said the Princess, “of how beautifully we have arranged, in all directions, the steps to our favor. For the rest, we are, with respect to what we accord to people, not only civil, but economical. He who has no colored ribbons to give, finds himself greatly inconvenienced. But,” continued she, in a changed tone, “in the same way our princ.i.p.al efforts in every undertaking are made with an eye to vain show and empty forms; and as hundreds are so weak and abject that they are attracted in this way, we think we can thus attach millions to us.”
“Many small advantages may be obtained in this manner,” replied the Professor; “but there is an error in your reasoning; he who tries to attach men to him by their weakness, vanity, and pride, does not gain the best part of their life. In quiet times this attraction is unnecessary, and in times of danger it has only the strength of a rope of sand.”
The Princess nodded her head.
“We know that right well,” she said, confidingly; “and we do not feel comfortable and secure, in spite of the profuse distribution of honors.
What I tell you would sound like high treason to my ill.u.s.trious relatives, only because I express it, not because I think it. Do not consider me the black sheep of the flock, there are wiser people than I who in secret form the same judgment; but we cannot find our way out of the barrier, and we cling to it, although we know that the support is weak. For as the humming-bird gazes on the serpent, so do we view the prospect that the present age opens before us, with a shudder and helpless expectation.” She rose. “But I am a woman, and have no right to speak with you upon these important subjects. When I feel uneasy I use the right of women–to complain–which I have done abundantly to you. For I have it at heart to please you, Mr. Werner. I wish you to consider me as a woman who deserves something better than complaisant words and polite nothings. Allow me often the pleasure of rectifying my judgment by yours.”
She put out her hand to the learned man with hearty confidence. Werner bowed low, and left the room. The Princess looked after him with a pleased expression.
The Professor went fresh from the conversation to the pavilion, and told his wife all that had pa.s.sed.
“I did net consider it possible,” he exclaimed, “to find a woman of this rank with so liberal and high-minded an understanding of her position. What was most charming was her animated, and unaffected manner–a charm that made itself felt at every moment, both in voice and movement. I am enchanted with the little lady. I will immediately prepare the book that she wished for.”
He seated himself at the table, marked out pa.s.sages, and wrote remarks on small strips of paper, which he laid within.
Ilse was sitting by the window, looking at her husband in astonishment.
It was no wonder that the Princess pleased him. Ilse herself had with the quick intuition of a woman perceived her power of attraction. Here was a soul that, amidst the constraint of her Court, longed for intercourse with a man of liberal culture; here was a powerful mind that rose above the prejudices of rank,–clever, light of fancy, and quick of comprehension. Now this woman had found a man to whom she could look up, and with her little hands she cast her fetters about him.
The room was becoming dark. Felix was still sitting writing and making notes. The rays of the evening sun shone upon his head, but the dark shadow of the unfamiliar room hovered over Ilse. She rose from her chair behind her husband.
“He is good to me,” she said to herself; “he loves me, as one always does the person whom one has taken into confidence. He is not like other men; he will not allow a stranger to take away my rights; he is innocent as a child, and does not perceive the danger that threatens him and me. Take care, Ilse, not to awake the night-wanderer. I, fool!
What right have I to complain if another should benefit by his rich mind? Have I not enough for myself in the treasure of his life? No,”
she exclaimed, and threw her arms round her husband’s neck; “you belong to me, and I will have you entirely.”
The Professor raised his head, and his look of astonishment brought Ilse to her senses.
“Forgive me,” she said, feebly; “I was thinking.”
“What is the matter. Ilse?” he asked, kindly; “your cheeks are hot. Are you ill?”
“It will pa.s.s over; have patience with me.”
The Professor left his book, and occupied himself anxiously about his wife.
“Open the window,” she said softly. “The air of the close room feels heavy to me.”
He was so tenderly concerned about her that she again looked cheerfully at him.
“It was a foolish weakness, Felix; it has pa.s.sed away.”
_CHAPTER XXIX_.
TWO NEW GUESTS.
The Professor was standing with the Chamberlain and the Sovereign in the study. The latter held in his hand the memorial that Werner had prepared respecting the new catalogue of the museum.
“Only now can I form an estimate concerning the extent of the catalogue which you consider necessary. I am ready to agree to your proposals, if you will bind yourself to undertake the superintendence of the new arrangement and of the catalogue. If you cannot do us this service, everything must remain as before, for only the great confidence which I have in you, and the wish to keep you here, will induce me to make the necessary sacrifice. You see I make the undertaking dependent upon the degree of inclination which you yourself have for this work.”
The Professor replied that his presence might be desirable for the introductory arrangements, and that he was ready to spend some weeks upon it. Afterwards, it would be sufficient if from time to time he examined the progress of the work.
“With this I shall be content for the present,” said the Sovereign, after a pause; “our contract is, then, concluded. But I see that it will be necessary to get some one who will carry out the details under your guidance. Will the Curator be able to it?”
The Professor thought not.
“And could you propose any one?”
The Professor thought over the old members of his circle.
But the proper man at once occurred to the Chamberlain.
“Would not Magister Knips do for this work?”
“Just the man,” said the Professor; “industry, knowledge, everything about him, makes him peculiarly adapted for it. I believe that he may be had at once. I can answer for his trustworthiness with respect to the care of objects of value. But I cannot take this responsibility upon me without disclosing to your Highness that once in his life, from want of caution, he was implicated in a disagreeable affair, that lessened the confidence, not only of myself, but of many of his acquaintances.”
The Professor then related, with forbearance towards all concerned, the history of the forged parchment sheet of Tacitus.
The Sovereign listened with interest, and pondered.
“With respect to the safety of the collection, the old catalogue will allow of constant control. You consider the Magister innocent of this deception?”
“I do consider him so,” replied the learned man.
“Then I request you to write him.”
Some days afterwards Magister Knips entered the capital. He carried his travelling-bag and hat-box to an unpretending inn, at once clad himself in the dress which he had always spoken of to his mother as his livery, and sought the Professor at the Pavilion. Gabriel saw the figure in the distance pa.s.sing through the blooming shrubs, his head on his shoulder and his hat in his hand; for Knips considered it proper to uncover his head in the sacred precincts of the castle, and entered like a walking bow into the distinguished horizon. The Professor could not conceal a smile when he saw the Magister in courtly attire, polished and fragrant, standing before him, with two low obeisances.