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In his preface, addressed to Dalberg, Agricola's patron, he tells a story which explains a peculiarity occasionally found in mediaeval manuscripts; of being written in sections by several different hands. Some years before, the Patriarch of Aquileia was passing through Spires.
This singular volte-face on the part of our dramatist has of course been the subject of infinite discussion. The most of the critics appear to regard it as a mistake, to say the least. One of them, Bellermann, surmises that Schiller made the change against his will to meet the views of Dalberg.
He does not look like a foreigner," was the answer. "He is Dalberg on the outside, anyway," said a third. "Then, he is Dalberg inside, too it starts there, with them," said the first. And so it went, until we reached the Inn of the Twisted Pines.
"Major Dalberg," said she, when I had made my bow, "I have ordered the band to play an American quickstep; will you dance it with me as it is done at your great school West Point, is it not?" It was done very neatly, indeed. No one of those present could have imagined there was any prior arrangement as to that particular dance. I saw the King smile approvingly.
"Your pardon, Monsieur; pray proceed." "The question I want to ask is this," said Courtney: "Will you not tell us when and where you became the wife of Armand Dalberg?" "Yes, Monsieur, and gladly and I thank you for the thought. I was married to Armand Dalberg then a Major in the American Army on the twenty-first day of last December in the City of New York." "And by whom, pray?" I exclaimed.
"You let her go; and and you a Dalberg and a soldier! You don't deserve her she ought to go to Lotzen to Casimir to any one but you. Why, you drivelling idiot, do you realize that, but for the chance of my having lugged yes, that's the word, lugged you here you would now be doing childish problems in cement and stone in some miserable little Army department headquarters over in America?"
Courtney made some fitting reply, there was always one on the end of his tongue. And then the King turned to me. "Major Dalberg," he said, "salute your cousin." I do not know which cousin was the more startled, but I am quite sure which was the more embarrassed. In truth, for a moment, I was too confused to move. The one thought that kept pounding through my brain was: "What am I expected to do?"
I do not think it would require much persuasion to induce others to accept that which is tendered you. "Madame Tascher, who has proved herself to be your true friend and relative, has just had her first interview with the Duke of Dalberg, the member of the provisional government.
"I used up everything, last night." "Good," said he. "If the pressure is off, you are in shape to think." I shook my head. "No, I'm not that's why I sent for you to do the thinking." He picked up the Police report. "I'm glad she registered as Mrs. Armand Dalberg," he said. "The devil you are!" I exclaimed. He nodded.
You no doubt have heard this long ago through our.... I have now something to say. I may PERHAPS make forty louis-d'or here. To be sure, I should have to stay six weeks, or at most two months, in Mannheim. Seiler's company is here, whom you no doubt already know by reputation. Herr von Dalberg is the director.
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