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Updated: September 10, 2025
"Aren't we very, very happy?" We all laughed softly. Then we kissed each other and Elsbeth led us out, her wand high in the air. And so my feet found the lost path to Arcady. The next day I was called to the Pacific coast, and duty kept me there till well into December. A few days before the date set for my return to my home, a letter came from Elsbeth's mother.
Suddenly he saw a face and shoulders in a glitter of diamonds that startled him, and then a glance that transfixed him. He leaned over to his neighbor. "Who is the young lady in the box?" "The Princess Alexandrine." "I mean the young lady in blue with blond hair and blue eyes." "It is the Princess Alexandrine Elsbeth Marie Stephanie, the daughter of the Grand Duke there is none other there."
Elsbeth and her parents went with the two as far as the gate, when his mother took leave of them there over again, and stammered all sorts of things about compensation and divine blessings. The man interrupted her laughingly, and said the whole affair was not worth mentioning and did not require any thanks at all.
"Do go and look about for them; they have gone to the dancing-ground. Tell them not to be too wild, or else they will catch cold." Paul rose. "I will go with you," said Elsbeth. "May I not come too, little cousin?" asked cousin Leo. "You had better remain here," she answered, lightly, whereupon he declared he should be obliged to kill himself for grief.
They asked themselves how they could have been so insane previously as to exercise economy at Christmas time, and what they meant by not getting Elsbeth the autoharp she had asked for the year before. "And now " began her father, thinking of harps. But he could not complete this sentence, of course, and the two went on passionately and almost angrily with their task.
By this time he had only to open his mouth to call forth fresh mirth. Solemnly he was crowned with the nightcap. "I must look very funny, after all, he thought, for they were all dying with laughter. Only his sisters did not laugh, blushing deeply, they looked down in their laps, and Elsbeth looked it him with embarrassment, as if she wanted to ask his pardon.
Those plans of painting again the walls by which coming generations would judge him, the resolve to try again if he and Elsbeth might not manage to live in peace under one roof where the children, who were strangers to him, should come to know and be known by him in something more than name, were all relinquished.
But when he got seriously angry with them, they began to sulk, and said, "Fie, we won't speak to you any more." He had not seen Elsbeth again since the day of their confirmation, though a whole year had elapsed meanwhile. It was said she had been sent to town to learn there how to move in society.
Elsbeth!" cried a voice within him; and then suddenly a wall of clouds sank down between him and her, and froze his innermost soul, and veiled his eyes with a damp mist. Opposite to her sat a gentleman with a saucy-looking fair mustache, and still more saucy blue eyes, who bent towards her familiarly, while a smile flitted over her quiet face.
"It would be nice," he said to himself, "if I could play all sorts of sweet melodies and think of Elsbeth all the while; I could then once more pour out my heart to her, and feel that I, too, was something in the world. But, then, am I in the world for myself alone?" he asked himself, absently laying hold of one of the crooked handles.
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