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Gotthold, the virgin priest of knowledge, had envied his cousin, for half a day, when he was married; he had never envied him his throne. Reading was not a popular diversion at the court of Grunewald; and that great, pleasant, sunshiny gallery of books and statues was, in practice, Gotthold's private cabinet.
The Court of Grunewald! said Otto, 'that should be droll reading. And his curiosity itched for it. 'A methodical dog, this English Baronet, said Gotthold. 'Each chapter written and finished on the spot. I shall look for his work when it appears. 'It would be odd, now, just to glance at it, said Otto, wavering. Gotthold's brow darkened, and he looked out of window.
All was bright within; the wine had coloured Gotthold's cheek; dim forms of forest trees, dwindling and spiring, scarves of the starry sky, now wide and now narrow, raced past the windows, through one that was left open the air of the woods came in with a nocturnal raciness; and the roll of wheels and the tune of the trotting horses sounded merrily on the ear.
I shall look for his work when it appears." "It would be odd, now, just to glance at it," said Otto, wavering. Gotthold's brow darkened, and he looked out of window. But though the Prince understood the reproof, his weakness prevailed. "I will," he said, with an uneasy laugh, "I will, I think, just glance at it." So saying, he resumed his seat and spread the traveller's manuscript upon the table.
Reading was not a popular diversion at the court of Grünewald; and that great, pleasant, sunshiny gallery of books and statues was, in practice, Gotthold's private cabinet. On this particular Wednesday morning, however, he had not been long about his manuscript when a door opened and the Prince stepped into the apartment.
All was bright within; the wine had coloured Gotthold's cheek; dim forms of forest trees, dwindling and spiring, scarves of the starry sky, now wide and now narrow, raced past the windows; through one that was left open the air of the woods came in with a nocturnal raciness; and the roll of wheels and the tune of the trotting horses sounded merrily on the ear.
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