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"Sire, I come for help!" "Ah, for help!" exclaimed the king, and a mocking expression played upon his lips. "I had forgotten. You wish to be called Madame Cocceji?" "I am called thus, sire," said she, softly; "but they are about to declare my marriage illegal, and by the power of the law to set it aside." "And for this reason you come to me?" said the king. "You fear for your beautiful title?"
"You cannot possibly receive him," whispered Marietta. "Say that you are studying your role, for the evening; say that you are occupied with your toilet. Say what you will, only decline to receive him." Barbarina looked thoughtful for a moment. "No," said she, musingly, "I will not dismiss him. Conduct Cocceji to my boudoir, and say he may expect me."
"I promise, your worship," said Cocceji, with forced gravity. Baron Cocceji bowed to the prior, and returned with gay and hopeful thoughts to the hotel of the "White Lion." A few hours later, a monk appeared and desired to speak with the stranger about the holy relics. Cocceji recognized in him the worthy Father Anselmo, the victor over the father guardian.
He returned to Berlin; and his first visit was not to his parents, but to Barbarina, who received him in her new house in Behren Street. A few hours later, a carriage stood before the door, which Barbarina, accompanied by her sister and Cocceji, entered, and drove rapidly away. No one knew where they went.
This latter result, Friedrich thinks, will itself be highly beneficial; and be the sign of all manner of improvements. And Cocceji, scanning it with those potent law-eyes of his, ventures to assure him that it will be possible. As, in fact, it proved; honor to Cocceji and his King, and King's Father withal.
Barbarina uttered a cry of rage, and advanced a few steps. "Madame," said she, laying her hand upon the arm of Madame Cocceji, "you have called this love shameful. You have said that an alliance with me would disgrace your family. Take back your words, I pray you!" "I retract nothing. I said but the truth," cried Madame Cocceji, freeing herself from Barbarina.
"Wondrous!" repeated Cocceji, and threw a threatening, scornful glance upon a thin, wan young man who sat near him, and who dared, in a small, weak voice to repeat the "wondrous" of the young athlete.
"I pray you, sir, to refrain from the expression of your applause, or, if that is impossible, choose your own words, and not mine to convey your approbation," said the six-footed giant, Cocceji, to his pallid neighbor.
So, on my wedding-day, I fled from England, and returned to Berlin. The old magic came over me; also, alas! the old grief. I felt that I must do something to save myself, if I would not go mad. I resolved to bind my wayward heart in chains, to make my love a prisoner to duty, and silence the outcries of my soul! But I still wavered. Then came Madame Cocceji.
They think the Barbarina is so completely broken, crushed by the displeasure of the king, that she can no longer dance. They have deceived themselves I will dance tonight. Perhaps I shall go mad; but I will first refute the slander, and bring to naught the report of my disgrace with the king." And now the servant entered and announced Monsieur Cocceji.
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