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'That does not by any means follow, dear aunt,' said I.
'Well, be that as it may, we are invited to ---- Court to-morrow, and I promised that we would go, and you, too, Adolph. I told them I had a nephew on a visit to me at present.'
'I ... but ... you know, uncle, my father and the Just.i.tsraad ...'
'Oh, we must manage to set all that to-rights; to entertain feelings of enmity is quite unworthy of two such men. Leave the matter to me. I have not yet mentioned your name, therefore you need be under no embarra.s.sment in presenting yourself to the Just.i.tsraad. He is a very pleasant man.'
'Sooner or later--it makes but little difference,' thought I; 'and if I can but look him full in the face, without dreading to be discovered, I shall be willing to acknowledge all his good qualities.'
'Had we not better take the bottle of wormwood with us in the carriage?' said my aunt, next day. 'Adolph looks so black under the eyes this morning, that I am sure he is worse than he was yesterday.'
'I confess I do not like his looks,' said my uncle; 'but perhaps that dark shade is cast by his moustaches. One might really fancy, nephew, that you had darkened your face with burnt cork. You don't look at all like yourself. Truly, the rifle corps has a great deal to answer for.'
My endeavours had been successful. Instead of the gay, fresh-looking, light-hearted cousin, in a dark-green frock-coat, that had left ---- Court, came, along with the clergyman and his lady, a grave, silent, dark-haired nephew, in a blue coat; with an olive complexion, very sallow, and with black moustaches; my transformation was complete.
I scarcely recognized myself when I saw myself in the gla.s.s. The worst that could happen would be to be taken for myself--the agreeably characterized '_sad scamp_' from Hamburg. But for what would I not be taken to see Hanne again!
None of them knew me; the Just.i.tsraad addressed me as 'Mr. Adolph,' and received me very courteously. The guests were Kammerraad Tvede, the Jutlander, and his family, Gustav, a friend of his, and ourselves. I do not doubt that my heightened colour might have been visible even through the swarthy shade of my cheek when Hanne entered the room. She had become ten times prettier than ever in these fourteen days; she looked really quite captivating. Gustav and Jette cast many speaking glances at each other, and her mother looked kindly at them. I stood silent and grave in a corner window; the various feelings that rushed upon me a.s.sisted me in playing the part of a somewhat embarra.s.sed stranger. Watchel rose from his mat, and walked round the room as if to greet his master's well-known guests; he wagged his tail in token of welcome to my uncle and aunt, but he growled at me, whereupon Hanne called him away, and made him lie down in his usual place.
'But tell me, my dear friend, how does this happen? When I was here last your daughter was engaged to another gentleman. What has become of him?' said the inquisitive neighbour, Tvede.
'Oh, that was only a jest from their childhood,' said the Just.i.tsraad.
'He was my brother's son, and was on a visit to us. Jette was betrothed at that time to Mr. Holm, though her engagement was not generally known.'
'Oh, indeed; but where is your nephew now?'
'He left us some time ago.'
'A very nice young man your nephew is; perhaps what was only jest between him and the elder sister may become earnest between him and the younger one. What say you to that, Miss Hanne?'
Hanne blushed scarlet, but made no answer. The Just.i.tsraad looked a little confused, and smiled to my uncle; I sat as if on thorns.
'So your father resides in Copenhagen, Mr. Adolph?' said the indefatigable questioner, turning towards me.
I rose in a fright, and bowed.
'He is a merchant, is he not? and has a good deal to do with the West Indies?'
'Yes, he has a good deal to do with the West Indies,' I replied, in a feigned voice, as different from my own as I possibly could make it.
'My brother-in-law does a great deal of business with the provinces also--commission-business--as a corn-merchant,' said my uncle; 'that is safer than West India business.'
'Ah, so he is your brother-in-law--married to your sister, no doubt?
Well, your nephew seems a fine young man. He is in the army, I suppose?'
'No, my dear sir, he is a clerk in his father's office; but as he has joined a rifle corps, according to a new regulation he is obliged to have moustaches,' replied my uncle, honestly believing the truth of my a.s.sertion.
The observation of all present was drawn upon me. I turned crimson.
Gustav and his friend cast a meaning glance at each other, and both smiled, I interpreted the smile into this, 'He is a vain, conceited puppy; the regulation is the coinage of his own brain.' What an unmerciful interpreter is conscience! We were to take our coffee in the garden; thither, therefore, we all proceeded. I approached Jette, and began to talk to her about the pretty country round.
'Have you been long at your uncle's?' she asked.
'I have been there some little time, and I should have left it before now, had not a strange commission been imposed on me--one which I find it very difficult to fulfil. It is a commission which relates to the family here,' I added, when I found she was not inclined to ask any questions.
'To us?' said Jette; 'and the commission is so difficult?'
'It is no other than to obtain for a man the restoration of that peace of mind of which his inconsiderate folly has deprived him, and to procure for him your father's forgiveness--his pardon of an injury that otherwise will weigh him down with regret and remorse for the remainder of his life.'
Jette looked at me in astonishment.
'What--Mr. Adolph? I do not understand.'
'A friend of mine has written to me from Copenhagen, and charged me to try and make his peace with the Just.i.tsraad; but the papers which he has forwarded to me containing his case, really present it in such a perplexing and unfortunate light, that I cannot attempt to carry out his wishes, unless you, to whom he particularly desired me first to apply, will grant me your valuable a.s.sistance. He certainly did most shamefully abuse your confidence.'
'You know ... it is ... you are acquainted with that strange story?'
exclaimed Jette, much embarra.s.sed.
'I know it thoroughly; and though this is the first time I have had the honour of seeing you, I think I may say you yourself are not better acquainted with the particulars of that affair than I am. It is on your kindness that I princ.i.p.ally rely; yet I may not mention my friend's name until he has obtained entire forgiveness. He has given me very positive directions.'
'I cannot but be much surprised that a person who insulted my father and us all so much, should ...'
'Insulted you, my dear young lady? I am shocked to hear it; I am sorry that he should have written me what was not true; his letter led me to believe that, on the contrary, he had rather been of service to you.'
Jette blushed deeply, and I thought I perceived tears in her eyes. 'He shall certainly not find me ungrateful,' she said; 'I have not forgotten what I owe him. What do you require of me?'
'My friend entreats you, through me, to grant him your forgiveness for a mystification to which purely accidental circ.u.mstances led at first, but which was continued solely from an interest in your fate, and an anxious desire to serve you. He entreats that you will use your influence to mollify your father towards him, and procure for me a private interview with him, which I trust will end in the pardon of my friend, who has no dearer wish than to be received again into a circle he so highly esteems and respects, and to be permitted to prove to them how deeply he regrets his thoughtless folly.'
Some others of the same party now approached, and I was obliged to drop the conversation. Gustave and Hanne were disputing.
'Jeer at me as you will,' said Hanne, 'I hold to my opinion, that nothing is so tiresome as family connections. If one only could choose one's kindred those sort of ties would be much stronger. It is a pity not to go a step further, and let it be a fixed rule, that relations to a certain extent remote, should marry whether they suit each other or not. This would certainly extirpate _love_, but it would be vastly convenient, and in a recent case it would have hindered many doubts and hopes, and all that followed.'
'Pray recollect your last election; there was not much to boast of in him. The ties of consanguinity could hardly have furnished any family with a less desirable member.'
'Yes they could, for the member who came after him was much inferior, notwithstanding he bore on his brow the stamp of legitimacy. Even though my "election," as you call it, fell upon one who was treacherous, he was at any rate pleasant, lively, and amusing, whereas the legitimate one was cold, stupid, pedantic, tiresome; wearying one with every slow word he uttered. You do not mean one syllable of all the evil you speak of the stranger. The properly installed cousins and nephews whom I have latterly seen have been miserable creatures, who looked as if they could not count five, and as if they had not a thought to bestow on anything but their own pitiful persons, on which they placed the most exorbitant value, without the slightest grounds for so doing.'
As she finished this tirade, Hanne cast a side-glance at me, who, in truth, played capitally the part of the most tiresome, self-satisfied blockhead of a nephew anyone could imagine. She had no conception how part of her harangue had enchanted me.
'Legitimate right is a good thing; in that I quite agree with the young lady,' said the Jutlander, who had just approached us, and thought fit to join in the conversation. He had only caught a word or two of what Hanne had been saying, and mistook entirely her meaning.
While we continued to stroll about, Jette took her sister aside, and whispered something to her. Hanne turned her eyes full on me, and looked keenly at me. As soon as it was possible, I went up to her, and began to talk about the weather, that invariable preface to even the most important and most interesting subjects. We soon fell into conversation, and it turned upon the communication Jette had just made.
'My sister tells me that your friend is anxious to obtain our forgiveness,' said she. 'We have already given him that, for he has done us a greater service than he thinks. Our regard is another affair; that would be more difficult to bestow, and doubtless he does not entertain the slightest idea of ever winning it.'
'You would condemn him to a severe doom if you would forbid his striving at least to deserve it. Without your good opinion, your forgiveness would be a mere pa.s.sing act of charity; without the former he would be a beggar all his life, with it _he would become a millionnaire_.'
Hanne coloured at the reminiscences these words awakened; but she only said,
'You put a high value on it.'
'Not higher than my friend does. _Your_ regard, charming Miss Hanne, is what he seeks, and were he not attracted to this place by a perhaps too vivid _souvenir_ of you, I should not be standing here as his spokesman. Your sister has kindly promised to obtain for me a few minutes' private conversation with your father; if your hatred of my unfortunate friend cannot be softened, tell me so, I pray you, at once, and I shall spare your father a communication which may perhaps remind him of disagreeable impressions, for without your entire pardon I cannot fulfil my errand, and I will not attempt to do it by halves.'