TherococomargravesandmargravinesusedofcoursetoworshipinSt。
JohannisChurch。Nowtheyall,suchasdidnotmarryabroad,lieinthecryptofthechurch,incasketsofbronzeandcopperandmarble,withdraperiesofblacksamite,moreandmorefunereallyvainglorioustothelast。Theircourtlycoffinsarerangedinakindofhemicycle,withthelittlecoffinsofthechildrenthatdiedbeforetheycametotheknowledgeoftheirgreatness。Ononeoftheseakneelingfigurineinbronzeholdsuptheeffigyofthechildwithin;onanothertheepitaphplaystenderlywiththefateofalittleprincess,whodiedinherfirstyear。
IntheRose-monthwasthissweetRosetaken。
FortheRose-kindhathsheearthforsaken。
ThePrincessistheRose,thatherenolongerblows。
Fromthestembydeath’shandrudelyshaken。
ThenrestintheRose-house。
LittlePrincess-Rosebuddear!
Therelife’sRoseshallbloomagainInHeaven’ssunshineclear。
WhileMarchstruggledtogetthisintoEnglishwords,twoGermanladies,whohadmadethemselvesofhisparty,passedreverentlyawayandlefthimtopaythesacristanalone。
“Thatisallright。”hesaid,whenhecameout。“Ithinkwegotthemostvalue;andtheydidn’tlookasiftheycouldafforditsowell;thoughyounevercantell,here。Theseladiesmaybethehighestkindofhighhotespractisingapraiseworthyeconomy。Ihopethelessonwon’tbelostonus。TheyhavesavedenoughbyusfortheircoffeeattheOrangery。Letusgoandhavealittlewillow-leaftea!”
TheOrangeryperpetuallyluredthembywhatithadkeptofthedayswhenanOrangerywasessentialtotheself-respectofeverysovereignprince,andofsomanyprivategentlemen。OntheirwaytheyalwayspassedthestatueofCountPlaten,thedullpoetwhomHeine’shatewouldhavedeliveredsocruellyovertoanimmortalityofcontempt,butwhostandsthereneartheSchlossinagrass-plotprettilyplantedwithflowers,andignoreshisbrilliantenemyinthecomfortabledurabilityofbronze;andtherealwaysawaitedthemintheoldpleasauncethepathosofKasparHauser’sfate;whichhismurderaffixestoitwitharedstain。
Aftertheircupsofwillowleavesatthecaf?theywentupintothatnookoftheplantationwherethesimpleshaftofchurch-warden’sGothiccommemoratestheassassinationonthespotwhereitbefell。Herethehaplessyouth,whosemysterywillneverbefathomedonearth,usedtocomeforalittlerespitefromhisharshguardianinAnsbach,homesickforthekindnessofhisNurembergfriends;andherehismurdererfoundhimanddealthimthemortalblow。
Marchlingereduponthelastsadcircumstanceofthetragedyinwhichthewoundedboydraggedhimselfhome,tosufferthesuspicionandneglectofhisguardiantilldeathattestedhisgoodfaithbeyondcavil。Hesaidthiswasthehardestthingtobearinallhisstory,andthathewouldliketohavealookintothesoulofthedull,unkindwretchwhohadsomisreadhischarge。Hewasgoingonwithaninquirythatpleasedhimmuch,whenhiswifepulledhimabruptlyaway。
“Now,Isee,youareyieldingtothefascinationofit,andyouarewantingtotakethematerialfromBurnamy!”
“Oh,well,lethimhavethematerial;hewillspoilit。AndIcanalwaysrejectit,ifheoffersitto’EveryOtherWeek’。”
“Icouldbelieve,afteryourbehaviortothatpoorwomanabouthersoninJerseyCity,you’rereallycapableofit。”
“Whatcomprehensiveinculpation!Ihadforgottenaboutthatpoorwoman。”
TheletterswhichMarchhadaskedhisNurembergbankertosendthemcamejustastheywereleavingAnsbach。Thelandlordsentthemdowntothestation,andMrs。Marchopenedtheminthetrain,andreadthemfirstsothatshecouldpreparehimiftherewereanythingannoyinginthem,aswellasindulgeherliveliercuriosity。
“They’refromboththechildren。”shesaid,withoutwaitingforhimtoask。“Youcanlookatthemlater。There’saveryniceletterfromMrs。
Addingtome,andonefromdearlittleRoseforyou。”Thenshehesitated,withherhandonaletterfaceddowninherlap。“Andthere’sonefromAgathaTriscoe,whichIwonderwhatyou’llthinkof。”Shedelayedagain,andthenflasheditopenbeforehim,andwaitedwithasortofimpassionedpatiencewhilehereadit。
Hereadit,andgaveitbacktoher。“Theredoesn’tseemtobeverymuchinit。”
“That’sit!Don’tyouthinkIhadarighttotherebeingsomethinginit,afterallIdidforher?”
“Ialwayshopedyouhadn’tdoneanythingforher,butifyouhave,whyshouldshegiveherselfawayonpaper?It’saveryproperletter。”
“It’salittletooproper,andit’sthelastIshallhavetodowithher。
SheknewthatIshouldbeonpinsandneedlestillIheardhowherfatherhadtakenBurnamy’sbeingthere,thatnight,andshedoesn’tsayawordaboutit。”
“Thegeneralmayhavehadatantrumthatshecouldn’tdescribe。Perhapsshehasn’ttoldhim,yet。”
“Shewouldtellhiminstantly!”criedMrs。Marchwhobegantofindreasoninthesupposition,aswellascomfortforthehurtwhichthegirl’sreticencehadgivenher。“Orifshewouldn’t,itwouldbebecauseshewaswaitingforthebestchance。”
“Thatwouldbelikethewisedaughterofadifficultfather。Shemaybewaitingforthebestchancetosayhowhetookit。No,I’mallforMissTriscoe,andIhopethatnow,ifshe’stakenherselfoffourhands,she’llkeepoff。”
“It’saltogetherlikelythathe’smadeherpromisenottotellmeanythingaboutit。”Mrs。Marchmusedaloud。
“Thatwouldbeunjusttoapersonwhohadbehavedsodiscreetlyasyouhave。”saidherhusband。
TheywereontheirwaytoWurzburg,andatthefirststation,whichwasajunction,aladymountedtotheircompartmentjustbeforethetrainbegantomove。Shewasstoutandmiddle-aged,andhadneverbeenpretty,butsheboreherselfwithakindofauthorityinspiteofherthreadgloves,herdowdygraytravelling-dress,andahatoflowermiddle-classEnglishtastelessness。Shetooktheonlyseatvacant,abackward-ridingplacebesideasleepingpassengerwholookedlikeacommercialtraveller,butsheseemedillateaseinit,andMarchofferedherhisseat。Sheaccepteditverypromptly,andthankedhimforitintheEnglishofaGerman,andMrs。MarchnowclassedherasagovernesswhohadbeenteachinginEnglandandhadacquiredthenationalfeelingfordress。
Butinthischaractershefoundherinteresting,andevenalittlepathetic,andshemadehersomeoverturesoftalkwhichtheothermeteagerlyenough。Theywerenowrunningamonglowhills,notsopicturesqueasthosebetweenEgerandNuremberg,butofmuchthesametoylikequaintnessinthevillagesdroppedhereandthereintheirvalleys。Onesmalltown,completelywalled,withitsgrayhousesandredroofs,showedthroughthegreenofitstreesandgardenssolikeacoloredprintinachild’sstory-bookthatMrs。Marchcriedoutforjoyinit,andthenaccountedforherrapturebyexplainingtothestrangerthattheywereAmericansandhadneverbeeninGermanybefore。Theladywasnotvisiblyaffectedbythefact,shesaidcasuallythatshehadoftenbeeninthatlittletown,whichshenamed;herunclehadacastleinthecountrybackofit,andshecamewithherhusbandfortheshootingintheautumn。Byanaturaltransitionshespokeofherchildren,forwhomshehadanEnglishgoverness;shesaidshehadneverbeeninEngland,buthadlearntthelanguagefromagovernessinherownchildhood;andthroughitallMrs。Marchperceivedthatshewastryingtoimpressthemwithherconsequence。Tohumorherpose,shesaidtheyhadbeenlookingupthesceneofKasparHauser’sdeathatAnsbach;andatthisthestrangerlaunchedintosuchintimateparticularsconcerninghim,andwassofamiliaratfirsthandswiththefactsofhislife,thatMrs。
Marchletherrunon,toomuchamusedwithherpretensionstobetrayanydoubtofher。ShewonderedifMarchwereenjoyingitallasmuch,andfromtimetotimeshetriedtocatchhiseye,whiletheladytalkedconstantlyandratherloudly,helpingherselfoutwithwordsfromthembothwhenherEnglishfailedher。Inthesafetyofherperfectunderstandingofthecase,Mrs。Marchnowsubmittedfarther,andevensufferedsomepatronagefromher,whichinanothermoodshewouldhavemetwithadecidedsnub。