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Lili Estradina's taunt flashed through her and she seized on it. "People have told me so his own relations have. I've never stooped to spy on him...." "And the women in your set I suppose it's taken for granted they all do the same?" She laughed. "Everything fixed up for them, same as it is for the husbands, eh? Nobody meddles or makes trouble if you know the ropes?"
March smiled. "We are none of us so gayly as we were being, Lili. The summer is going." "But Mr. Burnamy will be returning, not true?" the girl asked, resting her tray on the corner of the table. "No, I'm afraid he won't," March returned sadly. "He was very good. He was paying the proprietor for the dishes that Augusta did break when she was falling down.
At the verge of the open space a group of pretty serving-maids, each with her name on a silver band pinned upon her breast, met them and bade them a 'Guten Morgen' of almost cheerful note, but gave way, to an eager little smiling blonde, who came pushing down the path at sight of Burnamy, and claimed him for her own. "Ah, Lili! We want an extra good table, this morning.
"Your father can be managed, little as he suspects it. I'll find the weak spot in each of the suitors he brings to the house and set him against all of them." "And my voice?" asked Lili timidly. But the Frau Gräfin shook her head. "There I cannot help you. He thinks an artistic career would disgrace his family, and that is the end of it.
How far Lili was influenced by her mother's and brother's representations it is impossible to say; however, she showed herself capricious, was sometimes cold, or seemed so to him, while favoring the advances of others. Goethe was convinced that she did not entertain for him that devoted love without which he felt that their union could not be a happy one.
There was occasionally something very wild in her gestures and demeanour; more than once I observed her, in the midst of much declamation, to stop short, stare in vacancy, and thrust out her palms as if endeavouring to push away some invisible substance; she goggled frightfully with her eyes, and once sank back in convulsions, of which her children took no farther notice than observing that she was only lili, and would soon come to herself.
Perhaps Lili is no longer living; she may have died soon after that very time I cannot tell. I have mourned her as an irreparable loss, for she was my first, my only intimate girl-friend, and nothing can efface from my mind the memory of her friendship, and of the vast goodness and affection which her family showered upon me.
At the Posthof the 'schone' Lili alone was as gay, as in the prime of July. She played archly about the guests she welcomed to a table in a sunny spot in the gallery. "You are tired of Carlsbad?" she said caressingly to Miss Triscoe, as she put her breakfast before her. "Not of the Posthof," said the girl, listlessly. "Posthof, and very little Lili?"
There sat Lili at the piano, and Wili stood by, looking as if he were impatiently counting every minute till he could have his turn. "What are you two about?" he called out, "is this the beginning of some mischievous prank?" "Be quiet, Jule, we haven't a minute to lose," said Lili seriously. Jule laughed aloud and went on his way. Going down stairs, he met Miss Hanenwinkel.
Knote and Moréna, Feinhals and Bender were singing at the Hof Theatre. Mottl was conducting. Lili Marberg's Salome was something to be seen again and again. You forgot the play itself. And Bardou-Müller's Mrs. Alving! I did not sleep for two nights. "Well, I left the letter on my table, instead of returning it to the portfolio of my trunk, and it exercised a certain insistence.
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