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From that day forth the Professor was the most glorious of savants, and I was the happiest of men; for my pretty Virlandaise, resigning her place as ward, took her position in the old house on the Königstrasse in the double capacity of niece to my uncle and wife to a certain happy youth.
At length the two vehicles turned into the Konigstrasse, the principal thoroughfare of the capital, and here the Englishman's cab came to a stand. The jehu climbed down and opened the door. "Did Herr say the Continental?" he asked. "No; the Grand." The driver shrugged, remounted his box, and drove on.
"You'll come and see me before you go?" she pleaded. "But I ought not," said he, his resolute eyes suddenly softening in a marvelous fashion. "You will?" "Yes, my queen." Then I sprang up, for a sudden dread laid hold on me. "Heavens, man," I cried, "what if he kills you there in the Konigstrasse?" Rudolf turned to me; there was a look of surprise on his face. "He won't kill me," he answered.
As they drove off in the gray drizzle with the unfounded hope that sooner or later the weather would be fine, they bade their driver be very slow in taking them through Konigstrasse, so that he should by no means Miss Heine's dwelling, and he duly stopped in front of a house bearing the promised bust.
On the 24th of May, 1863, my uncle, Professor Liedenbrock, rushed into his little house, No. 19 Königstrasse, one of the oldest streets in the oldest portion of the city of Hamburg. Martha must have concluded that she was very much behindhand, for the dinner had only just been put into the oven.
"Besides," added Rudolf with a smile, "neither the colonel nor I would let you have a chance at Rupert. He's our game, isn't he, Sapt?" The colonel nodded. Rudolf in his turn took paper, and here is the message that he wrote: "Holf, 19, Konigstrasse, Strelsau. All well. He has what I had, but wishes to see what you have. He and I will be at the hunting-lodge at ten this evening.
He rushed past; she looked after him with a smile of triumph. Then she fell again to her sweeping. The king had bidden her be ready at eleven. It was half-past ten. Soon the king would have need of her. ON leaving No. 19, Rischenheim walked swiftly some little way up the Konigstrasse and then hailed a cab.
Yet Rudolf did not venture to leave his post; Bauer would seize the opportunity to slip in; perhaps Bauer had seen him come out, and was in his turn waiting till the coast should be clear; or, again, perhaps the useful spy had gone off to intercept Rupert of Hentzau, and warn him of the danger in the Konigstrasse.
In fact it was here that the good, much-forgotten Klopstock dwelt, when he came home to live with a comfortable pension from the Danish government; and the pilgrims to the mistaken shrine went asking about among the neighbors in Konigstrasse, for some manner of house where Heine might have lived; they would have been willing to accept a flat, or any sort of two-pair back.
The King of Prussia drove along the Konigstrasse, bowing to right and left. Gretchen stepped lightly over her mangle and dropped a curtsey. The King was immediately captivated, and a few hours later the happy girl found herself in the Royal Palace. After that events moved rapidly.
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