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'What!' she exclaimed, 'you have never been at Berlin? You have told what is not true about yourself to help me? You are not engaged?'
'No; as certainly as that I stand at this moment in your presence, I am not engaged, and have never attempted to become so. I have only put myself in the way of receiving one refusal in my life,' I added, smiling, as Jette began to look suspiciously at me, 'and that was this morning in yonder wood. Were it not superfluous, I could with ease give you the most minute particulars.'
There was a short silence; then Jette exclaimed,
'You are a n.o.ble creature, Carl; may G.o.d reward you, for I cannot. But day and night I will pray for your welfare.' She was much affected, her voice faltered. Gustav shook my hand cordially.
'My dear friends,' said I, 'do not accord to me more praise than I deserve, for the higher one is praised the greater is the fall when opinions change. Hear me before you promise to pray for me, and let me tell you how ... but no, no, let me keep silence--let me say nothing.
Pardon my seeming caprice. Promise me that you will be my sincere and unshaken friends, and let us go and dance again. May I have the honour of engaging the bride for the next waltz?'
I had been on the point of confessing all my foolish pranks, and how I was imposing on them; but false shame prevented me. Was it better or not? I scarcely knew myself. I begged them to accompany me back to the summer-house. In the alley of pine-trees which led to it we met Hanne, who, according to her own account, was looking about for us; she almost ran against us before she perceived us.
'But, good Heavens I have you all become deaf? I have been calling you over and over, without receiving the slightest answer, and now I find you gliding about in deep silence, like ghosts, scaring people's lives out of them. I suppose Carl has been amusing himself, as usual, with mischief, and has been haunting you two poor lovers, and disturbing you. Do you not know, Carl, that you have no sort of business to be--in short, are quite an inc.u.mbrance where Jette and Holm are? Now answer me--do you know this, or do you not, Carl?'
'No,' I replied, shortly.
'"_No!_" Is that a fitting answer to a lady? Be so good as to reply politely. I must take upon myself to teach you good manners before you go abroad again, else we shall have reason to be ashamed of you.'
And then she began to hum the song of 'Die Wiener in Berlin:'
'In Berlin, sagt er, Musz du fein, sagt er, Und gescheut, sagt er, Immer sein, sagt er....'
'I wish Berlin were at the devil, Hanne!' I exclaimed, interrupting her; 'that is my most earnest desire, believe me.'
'A very Christian wish, and expressed in choicely elegant phraseology, everyone must admit.'
'Only think, Hanne, he has _never_ been at Berlin, and is _not_ betrothed there. Carl only made these a.s.sertions because he could think of no other way of making my father agree to our wishes,' said Jette, almost crying.
'What! he is not engaged? He has never been in Berlin? Well! he is the greatest story-teller I ever met. Did he not stand up, and make positive declarations of these events, with the most cool audacity? It is too bad. Lying is the worst of all faults--it is the root of all evil.'
'No, my little Hanne, idleness is the root of all evil.'
'I dare say you abound in that root too. But I don't think you can ever have studied the early lesson-books, from which all children should be instructed. I shall myself hear you your catechism to-morrow, and rehea.r.s.e to you the first principles of right and wrong; so that when you leave us, you may be a little better acquainted with the doctrines of Christianity than you are at present.'
'But he leaves us to-morrow, Hanne; he has a.s.sured us of that.'
'We positively will not allow him to make his escape,' said Hanne. 'At night we shall lock him in his room, and during the day Thomas shall watch him. That boy sticks as fast as a burr,--he won't easily shake him off.'
'But suppose I were to get out by the window? You cannot well fasten that on the outside.'
'And break your neck, forsooth. No, no; that way of making your exit won't answer.'
'Oh, people can climb up much higher than my window, and descend again without breaking their necks,' said I.
Jette and Gustav coloured violently.
'Well, we can discuss that point to-morrow. This evening, at least, you will remain with us, on account of its being Jette's betrothal day.
Come, give me your arm, and let us take a walk; it is charming, yonder in the garden--within the summer-house one is like to faint from the heat.'
We strolled on, two and two, in the sweet moonlight; sometimes each pair sauntering at a little distance from the other--Hanne and I chatting busily, while Gustav and Jette often walked in the silence of a happiness too new and too deep for the language of every-day life.
'Is it really true that you are going to leave us?' asked Hanne.
'It is, indeed, too true; I must quit this place.'
'Why? if I may venture to ask. But do not tell me any untruth.'
'Because I have been here too long already--because a longer residence among you all ... near you, dear Hanne, would but destroy my peace.'
'I expressly desired you not to tell me any lies. Good Heavens! is it impossible for you to speak truth two minutes together?'
'And is it impossible for you to speak seriously for two minutes together? What I have just said is the honest truth.'
'Humph! However, tell me, is it true or not true that you are engaged in Berlin? Who have you hoaxed--Jette and me, or my father and mother?
I beseech you speak truth this once.'
'If any one is hoaxed, it is your father, Hanne; but at the moment I could think of nothing else to shake his determination, or I certainly should not have composed such a story, for telling which I blamed myself severely.'
'Oh, of course I believe you! To make a fool of one's own excellent uncle! It is a sin that ought to lie very heavy on your conscience, Carl. It is almost as great a sin as to make fools of one's cousins.'
'That is a sin from which I hope you will absolve me. Ah, Hanne! what has most distressed me was, that my character must have appeared dubious in your eyes. From the first moment I was wretched, because I could not tell you that it was only a pretended engagement.'
'I do not see what _I_ have to do with your being betrothed in Berlin or not. As far as I am concerned, you might be betrothed in China, if you liked.'
'Your gaiety of temper makes you take everything lightly, and yet it is you who have taught me that life has serious moments. You have transformed me, Hanne; if you could only know what an influence the first sight of you, the night I arrived here, has exercised upon my fate ...'
'Indeed! Do tell me all about it; what was the wondrous and fearful effect of the sight of me?' said Hanne, laughing.
'Dear Hanne, without intending it, you have pitched upon the right words, in calling it "wondrous and fearful." Yes, it will follow me like a heavy sentence from a judgment-seat, ever reproaching me with my thoughtlessness. Awake, and in dreams, will I implore forgiveness; I will kneel and pray for it. Look at me once more with that captivating glance which, yon evening, made me forget myself, and tell me that you will not hate me--loathe me--despise me: see, upon my knee I entreat one kind look--one kind word!'
I had actually fallen on one knee before Hanne, and had seized her hand--
'Let my hand go, you are squeezing it, so that you quite hurt me. That is not at all necessary to the part you are acting. Get up, cousin; you will have green marks on your knees, and I can't endure to see men in such an absurd, old-fashioned plight. You should be thankful that it is no longer the mode, when one is making love in earnest, to fall down on one's knees. These pastoral att.i.tudes are very ridiculous; they savour of a shepherd's crook, and a frisky lamb with red ribbon round its neck.'
I arose quite crestfallen.
'At any rate I must allow that you promise to be a capital actor,'
added Hanne. 'Next Christmas, when you come back, we shall get up some private theatricals: that will be charming! Last year we could not manage them, because we had no lover; Holm positively refused to act the part, unless I would undertake to be his sweetheart; and a play without love is like a ball without music.'
'Hanne, let us speak seriously for once. I really am going away, and shall be gone, perhaps, before you expect it; for I hate farewell scenes. It is not without emotion that I can think of leaving my amiable cousins, and G.o.d only knows if we shall ever meet again. Laugh at me if you will, I cannot forbid your doing that; but believe me when I tell you that your image will be present with me wherever I may go, and ...'
'You will travel in very good company, then,' said Hanne, interrupting me.
'Let me take the happy hope with me that I shall live in your friendly remembrance. Sink the cousin if you choose, dear Hanne; cousinship is not worth much, and let the term _friend_ supersede it. That is a voluntary tie, for which I should have to thank but your own feelings.
It is as a friend that I shall think of you when I go from this dear place, and as a friend that your image will follow me throughout the world.'
'Oh, it won't be very troublesome to you,' said Hanne. 'As to me, I don't happen to be in want of cousins, still less of friends. Let me see, in what office shall I instal you? Make a confidant of you? We do not employ any in our family; I am my own confidante: a.s.suredly I could have none safer. I shall follow in this the example of my silent sister, who never gave me the slightest hint of her love for Gustav. A counsellor? Truly, such an accomplished fibber would make a trustworthy counsellor? No, I am afraid, if you throw up the post you hold, you will find it difficult to replace it by any other.'