War,andhadsplendidlylostittoGustavusAdolphus,andthengotitbackagainandheldittillNapoleontookitfromthem。HegaveitwiththeirflocktotheBavarians,whointurnbrieflyyieldedittothePrussiansin1866,andwerenowinapparentlyfinalpossessionofit。
Beforetheprince-bishops,CharlemagneandBarbarossahadcomeandgone,andsincetheprince-bishopstherehadbeenvisitingthronesandkingdomsenoughintheancientcity,whichwassoontobeillustratedbythepresenceofimperialGermany,royal,WirtembergandSaxony,grand-ducalBadenandWeimar,andasurfeitofalltheminorpotentatesamongthosewhospeakthebeautifullanguageoftheJa。
Butnoneofthesecoulddislodgetheprince-bishopsfromthatsupremeplacewhichtheyhadatoncetakeninMrs。March’sfancy。Thepotentateswereallgoingtobehousedinthevastpalacewhichtheprince-bishopshadbuiltthemselvesinWurzburgassoonastheyfounditsafetocomedownfromtheirstrongholdofMarienburg,andbegintoadorntheircity,andtoconfirmitinitsintensefidelitytotheChurch。TiepolohadcomeupoutofItalytofrescotheirpalace,wherehewroughtyearafteryear,inthatworldlytastewhichhassomehowcometoexpressthemostsovereignmomentofecclesiasticism。ItprevailedsouniversallyinWurzburgthatitleftherwiththenameoftheRococoCity,intrenchedinaperiodoftimeequallyremotefromearlyChristianityandmodernProtestantism。Outofhersixtythousandsouls,onlytenthousandarenowofthereformedreligion,andthesebearaboutthesamerelationtotheCatholicspiritoftheplacethattheGothicarchitecturebearstothebaroque。
Aslongastheprince-bishopslastedtheWurzburgersgotonverywellwithbutonenewspaper,andperhapsthesmallestamountofmerrymakingknownoutsideofthecolonyofMassachusettsBayatthesameepoch。Theprince-bishopshadtheirfingerineverybody’spie,andtheyportionedoutthecakesandale,whichweremadeaccordingtoformulasoftheirown。Thedistractionswereallofareligiouscharacter;churches,convents,monasteries,abounded;ecclesiasticalprocessionsandsolemnitieswerethespectaclesthatedifiediftheydidnotamusethedevoutpopulation。
ItseemedtoMarchanironicaloutcomeofallthisspiritualseveritythatoneofthegreatestmodernscientificdiscoveriesshouldhavebeenmadeinWurzburg,andthattheRoentgenraysshouldnowbegivinghernameasplendordestinedtoeclipsethegloriesofherpast。
Mrs。Marchcouldnotallowthattheywoulddoso;oratleastthatthenameofRoentgenwouldeverlendmorelustretohiscitythanthatofLongfellow’sWalthervonderVogelweide。ShewasnolesssurprisedthanpleasedtorealizethatthisfriendofthebirdswasaWurzburger,andshesaidthattheirfirstpilgrimageinthemorningshouldbetothechurchwhereheliesburied。
Marchwentdowntobreakfastnotquitesoearlyashiswifehadplanned,andlefthertohavehercoffeeinherroom。Hegotapleasanttableinthegalleryoverlookingtheriver,andhedecidedthatthelandscape,thoughitnowseemedtoberathertoomuchstudiedfromadrop-certain,hadcertainlylostnothingofitscharmintheclearmorninglight。Thewaiterbroughthisbreakfast,andafteralittledelaycamebackwithacardwhichheinsistedwasforMarch。ItwasnottillheputonhisglassesandreadthenameofMr。R。M。Kenbythathewasableatalltoagreewiththewaiter,whostoodpassiveathiselbow。
“Well。”hesaid,“whywasn’tthiscardsentuplastnight?”
Thewaiterexplainedthatthegentlemanhadjust,givenhimhiscard,afteraskingMarch’snationality,andwasthenbreakfastinginthenextroom。Marchcaughtuphisnapkinandranroundthepartitionwall,andKenbyrosewithhisnapkinandhurriedtomeethim。
“Ithoughtitmustbeyou。”hecalledout,joyfully,astheystrucktheirextendedhandstogether,“butsomanypeoplelookalike,nowadays,thatI
don’ttrustmyeyesanymore。”
KenbysaidhehadspentthetimesincetheylastmetpartlyinLeipsicandpartlyinGotha,wherehehadamusedhimselfinrubbinguphisrustyGerman。AssoonasherealizedthatWurzburgwassonearhehadslippeddownfromGothaforaglimpseofthemanoeuvres。HeaddedthathesupposedMarchwastheretoseethem,andheaskedwithaquiteunembarrassedsmileiftheyhadmetMr。AddinginCarlsbad,andwithoutheedingMarch’sanswer,helaughedandadded:“Ofcourse,IknowshemusthavetoldMrs。Marchallaboutit。”
Marchcouldnotdenythis;helaughed,too;thoughinhiswife’sabsencehefeltboundtoforbidhimselfanythingmoreexplicit。
“Idon’tgiveitup,youknow。”Kenbywenton,withperfectease。“I’mnotayoungfellow,ifyoucallthirty-nineold。”
“AtmyageIdon’t。”Marchputin,andtheyroaredtogether,inmen’ssecurityfromtheencroachmentsoftime。
“ButshehappenstobetheonlywomanI’veeverreallywantedtomarry,formorethanafewdaysatastretch。Youknowhowitiswithus。”
“Oh,yes,Iknow。”saidMarch,andtheyshoutedagain。
“We’reinlove,andwe’reoutoflove,twentytimes。Butthisisn’tamerefancy;it’saconviction。Andthere’snoreasonwhysheshouldn’tmarryme。”
Marchsmiledgravely,andhissmilewasnotlostuponKenby。“Youmeantheboy。”hesaid。“Well,IlikeRose。”andnowMarchreallyfeltsweptfromhisfeet。“Shedoesn’tdenythatshelikesme,butsheseemstothinkthathermarryingagainwilltakeherfromhim;thefactis,itwillonlygivemetohim。Asfordevotingherwholelifetohim,shecouldn’tdoaworsethingforhim。Whattheboyneedsisaman’scare,andaman’swill——Goodheavens!Youdon’tthinkIcouldeverbeunkindtothelittlesoul?”Kenbythrewhimselfforwardoverthetable。
“Mydearfellow!”Marchprotested。
“I’drathercutoffmyrighthand!“Kenbypursued,excitedly,andthenhesaid,withahumorousdrop:“Thefactis,Idon’tbelieveIshouldwanthersomuchifIcouldn’thaveRosetoo。Iwanttohavethemboth。
Sofar,I’veonlygotnoforananswer;butI’mnotgoingtokeepit。
IhadaletterfromRoseatCarlsbad,theotherday;and——“
Thewaitercameforwardwithafoldedscrapofpaperonhissalver,whichMarchknewmustbefromhiswife。“Whatiskeepingyouso?”shewrote。
“Iamallready。”“It’sfromMrs。March。”heexplainedtoKenby。“Iamgoingoutwithheronsomeerrands。I’mawfullygladtoseeyouagain。
Wemusttalkitallover,andyoumust——youmustn’t——Mrs。Marchwillwanttoseeyoulater——I——Areyouinthehotel?”
“Ohyes。I’llseeyouattheone-o’clocktabled’hote,Isuppose。”
MarchwentawaywithhisheadwhirlinginthequestionwhetherheshouldtellhiswifeatonceofKenby’spresence,orleaveherfreeforthepleasuresofWurzburg,tillhecouldshapethefactintosomesafeandacceptableform。Shemethimatthedoorwithherguide-books,wrapsandumbrellas,andwouldhardlygivehimtimetogetonhishatandcoat。
“Now,IwantyoutoavoidtheStollersasfarasyoucanseethem。Thisistobearealwedding-journeyday,withnoextraneousacquaintancetobother;themorestrangersthebetter。WurzburgisricherthananythingIimagined。I’velookeditallup;I’vegottheplanofthecity,sothatwecaneasilyfindtheway。We’llwalkfirst,andtakecarriageswheneverwegettired。We’llgotothecathedralatonce;Iwantagoodgulpofrococotobeginwith;therewasn’thalfenoughofitatAnsbach。
Isn’titstrangehowwe’vecomeroundtoit?”
ShereferredtothatpassionfortheGothicwhichtheyhadobedientlyimbibedfromRuskininthedaysoftheirearlyItaliantravelandcourtship,whenalltheEnglish-speakingworldboweddowntohimindevoutaversionfromtherenaissance,andpiousabhorrenceoftherococo。
“Whatbiddablelittlethingswewere!”shewenton,whileMarchwasstrugglingtokeepKenbyinthebackgroundofhisconsciousness。
“Therococomusthavealwayshadasneakingcharmforus,whenwewerepinningourfaithtopointedarches;andyetIsupposewewereperfectlysincere。Oh,lookatthatdivinelyridiculousMadonna!”Theywerenowmakingtheirwayoutofthecrookedfootwaybehindtheirhoteltowardthestreetleadingtothecathedral,andshepointedtotheBlessedVirginoverthedoorofsomereligioushouse,herdraperybillowingaboutherfeet;herbodytwistingtoshowthesculptor’smasteryofanatomy,andthehaloheldonhertossingheadwiththehelpofstoutgiltrays。Infact,theVirgin’swholefigurewasgilded,andsowasthatofthechildinherarms。“Isn’tshedelightful?”
“Iseewhatyoumean。”saidMarch,withadubiousglanceatthestatue,“butI’mnotsure,now,thatIwouldn’tlikesomethingquieterinmyMadonnas。”
Thethoroughfarewhichtheyemergedupon,withthecathedralendingtheprospective,wasfulloftheholidaysonearathand。Thenarrowsidewalkswerethrongedwithpeople,bothsoldiersandcivilians,andupthemiddleofthestreetdetachmentsofmilitarycameandwent,haltingthelittlehorse-carsandthehugebeer-wagonswhichotherwiseseemedtohavethesolerighttothestreetsofWurzburg;theycamejinglingorthunderingoutoftheaidestreetsandhurledthemselvesroundthecornersrecklessofthepassers,whoescapedalivebyflatteningthemselveslikepostersagainstthehousewalls。Therewerepeasants,menandwomen,inthecostumewhichtheunbrokencourseoftheircountrylifehadkeptasquaintasitwasahundredyearsbefore;therewerecitizensinthemisfitsofthelatestGermanfashions;thereweresoldiersofallarmsintheirvividuniforms,andfromtimetotimetherewereprettyyounggirlsinwhitedresseswithlownecks,andbarearmsglovedtotheelbows,whowerefollowingaholidaycustomoftheplaceingoingaboutthestreetsinballcostume。TheshopwindowswerefilledwithportraitsoftheEmperorandtheEmpress,andthePrince-Regentandtheladiesofhisfamily;theGermanandBavariancolorsdrapedthefacadesofthehousesandfestoonedthefantasticMadonnasposingabovesomanyportals。Themodernpatriotismincludedtheancientpietywithoutdisturbingit;therocococityremainedecclesiasticalthroughitsnewimperialism,andkeptthestampgivenitbythelongruleoftheprince-bishopsunderthesovereigntyofitsKingandthesuzeraintyofitsKaiser。