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"Will Madame permit me, also, to ask her a question?" he said. "Certainly, Your Highness," she answered, and would have curtsied had he not waved her up. "Was the marriage secret?" he asked. The answer was instant: "It was private but not secret." "Then, why is it that Major Dalberg's record in the War office in Washington makes no mention of this marriage? I happen to know it does not."
Then he set out to Rome with Dalberg, their business being to deliver the usual oration of congratulation to Innocent VIII on his election. On the way back he fell ill of a fever at Trent, and the Bishop had to leave him behind. He recovered enough to struggle back to Heidelberg, but only to die in Dalberg's arms on 27 Oct. 1485, at the age of 41.
Her havoc among the sons of men is described in half a hundred rhetorical stanzas which were evidently inspired by the genius of the clinic or the hospital, rather than by one of the sacred nine. Besides these poems a large number of others were written by Schiller during the year 1781, prior to the time when Dalberg's invitation caused him to turn his attention to the stage.
"You don't act like a blind man," he said. "I can see the Princess very clearly, but only with Major Dalberg's eyes," I replied. "But if you were proclaimed the " I cut him short. "I am too old for rainbow-chasing, and Spanish Castles don't become an ambassador." "There you are wrong, my dear Major; diplomacy deals in chateaux en Espagne.
"Does Your Highness wish me to go to the Governor?" I thought the Duke would weaken but, as usual, I got a surprise. "My dear girl," said he, "I shall be heartbroken if you leave Valeria but, if that is all you need to do to be free to go and you are not, in fact, Armand Dalberg's wife then I am surprised that you have not done it long ago." She smiled, rather sadly. "Yes, I fancy you are.
"I am Armand Dalberg's wife" was pounding in my brain. Then I felt a soft little hand slip into mine; a perfumed hair tress touched my cheek; and the sweetest voice, to me, on earth whispered in my ear. "Don't I get my kiss now?" I flung my arm about her and caught her close then loosed her sharply and drew back. "God help me, Dehra, I may not," I said.
"Your Royal Highness may pardon my intrusion," she said, "when I tell you that I am Armand Dalberg's wife Now, Major Moore, I am ready," and she put her hand upon his arm. But Moore never moved. Instead, he looked at me for orders. Language is utterly inadequate to describe my feelings at that moment; so I shall not try. Imagination is better than words.
This time, Lotzen's stare was even longer. Then, suddenly, he laughed. "I thought, for a moment, you actually meant it," he said. She put both elbows on the table and leaned forward. "Come, monsieur, let us be frank with each other," she said. "Not only am I not Armand Dalberg's wife, but you have always known it." He frowned.
He continued until 1803 to act as intendant and occasionally tried his hand at dramatic composition, or the adaptation of a Shaksperian play, All told, his services were such that the Mannheiniers have deemed him worthy of a statue. Among the actors whom Baron Dalberg's enterprise had assembled at Mannheim were three or four of notable talent.
In the course of a few weeks Schiller entered into a contract which assured him, for a year at least, a respectable status in society and opened a new chapter in his life. Before we take up that chapter, however, it will be proper to consider the new play which he had brought with him as a passport to Dalberg's favor.
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